A Fleeting Glimpse

"Perhaps it could also be said that Ye Chen had no idea he was consuming the Bone-Bursting Pill," speculated Wang Lin, the head disciple of the Spirit Fruit Garden.

"Why didn't you move?" Liu Da's axe did not strike Ye Zang, but instead felled the tree behind him.

If his suspicions were correct, the landslide that had just occurred was undoubtedly linked to the two people before him.

He didn't know what kind of love potion this guy had fed her; besides him, she couldn't seem to find any other man in the world even remotely appealing.

Therefore, Bingzhu, even if she were no longer in her life, must live well. At the very least, she possessed the right to choose her own destiny, which made her far more fortunate than she had been.

Jin Faguang hurriedly handed a tissue to Qiao Meimei. After wiping away her tears and snot, Qiao Meimei didn't spare him another glance, returning to her immersion in the Korean drama, laughing and crying as if she had lost her mind.

The world went silent for an instant. She looked down at the hollowed-out hole in her chest, and the next moment, black blood sprayed out like a fountain, staining the world with blooming black mandalas.

"Since it’s so lively, why not include me?" A hand pressed down on Muji’s shoulder from behind, rendering him unable to move.

The mummified Qilin let out a terrified wail, frozen in the void by the Gate of the Thunder Realm, trembling violently. Those who cultivate the Way of the Corpse fear the power of divine lightning above all else.

"You... yes, you. Don't look around; you’re quite something, aren't you? With your flushed face and the dark veins on your forehead, you've clearly been indulging in excess recently, and you've ruined your body with some wretched concoctions."

The wandering wraiths were level 71. Their bodies floated in mid-air, hair disheveled, arms outstretched, and they were shrouded in a blue mist without any weapons. However, one look at their long fingernails was enough to tell how they would attack their opponents.

His head throbbed with stinging pain, and he felt completely helpless, for he knew with absolute certainty that he could not take Han Xue away.

"Nanny Jin, you are a servant of the concubine and a senior woman of standing in the manor; you surely wouldn't be biased. Do you recognize these?" Wen Yukou asked softly.

Qiu Qi flew in the low altitude, overlooking Baoning County. She glanced at the Fourth Master, convinced that he must know how to fly a large aircraft.

"Go on, my name is Liu Tianying. Take this; I will come looking for you." With that, Tianying took the necklace from his own neck and placed it around her.

"Wait a moment..." Just as the two were about to leave, Mu Yi called out to stop them.

Before Optimus Prime could finish, Ouyang Jue turned and walked away from the deck. Trying to snatch something from Ouyang Jue's hands was no easy task. Ignoring Optimus Prime’s shouts, Ouyang Jue had already entered the lounge, paying no further mind to the enraged machine.

Mu Yi watched the two sisters chatting happily in front and had no intention of interrupting; keeping things just as they were felt quite good.

"We searched the ship carefully. The lowest deck is guarded, and we shouldn't force our way in. Lan Rongyue likely hid the item there," the silver-haired elder said.

Li Mu dug and filled the pit as he went. After digging about fifty meters, he stopped going deeper and began to expand the space instead.

In truth, ever since she had heard Su Zihua mention the story of the Empress Xuan of the previous dynasty, who was showered with endless favor, she felt that woman shared the same origins as herself.

Standing up, Huangfu Li calmly wrapped his bath towel around himself once more. Ignoring Meng Dongyu, who was still chattering away, he turned and headed upstairs.

One could see the aura on Hu Zhentian’s body growing ever more intense. On the surface, Hu Zhentian possessed only the cultivation of the Bursting Origin realm, but the power he was displaying now far exceeded that level.

In the end, Gu Xiaomeng merely stated which house she had taken a fancy to, leaving the rest for Tang Tianhe to handle. Ding Changsheng understood this perfectly well, so he drove off with Gu Xiaomeng.

The black mist, sensing danger, instinctively surged with a burst of red light. The arrow passed straight through the mist without the slightest resistance, leaving it completely unharmed.

Wanqi Liang didn't manage to get any real answers, but it wasn't a total loss. She now knew that the man before her was not Qu Yang, but merely a fool who posed no threat to them.

They chatted and laughed all the way, finally docking at Hanzhou Bay in the East Sea and entering Kuaiji, a major city in the southern part of the State of Yue.

Dragged in by others, Lu Xian was confused about the situation. He thought the Marquis of Jiancheng was joking with him, but upon seeing the Marquis's tear-stained face and the remains of Lu Ling on the floor with blood spilling from her lips, Lu Xian was instantly stunned, looking at the Marquis in terror.

Guan Hai felt a sense of helplessness; he truly didn't know what to do. Perhaps he should pay a visit to the Lingwu Academy, but he feared there wasn't enough time.

Just as Ding Changsheng parked the car, he unexpectedly received a call from Xu Jiaojiao. He answered the phone while watching Qin Mo slowly back her car into the parking space.

The smile on Ulanova’s face vanished. Her lips moved, and a thousand words eventually faded into a single sigh.

The machine gunner in the left tower gripped his trigger tightly. At this moment, without needing a reminder from Cheng Gang, he knew clearly that the right tower had fallen. If he couldn't stop the enemies outside the wall, the safety of the entire research base would be a lost cause.

Ever since Qiao Feng became the leader of the Beggar Sect, he had weathered countless storms, resolving internal disputes and resisting external enemies with all his might. He acted without a shred of selfishness, bringing great prosperity to the sect. His name was renowned throughout the martial arts world, and he was truly deserving of the title, "Qiao Feng of the North, Murong of the South."

With tear-blurred eyes, she shook her head and turned to leave. She could never forget the shot fired at Duan Tianya’s chest that day; because of that bullet, her future hopes, her support, and her happiness had nearly been shattered.