Chapter 86: Don't Speak, Leave It to Me

"Sis..."
"Don't speak. Kiss me."
...
Yet Lin Shiyun, just like Lin Yu, was equally inexperienced.
Her hand had already reached Lin Yu's most intimate place...
The beads of cold sweat on Qin Yan's brow and his crimson face spoke volumes of his feelings at that moment. He opened his mouth to speak, but his tongue refused to obey, letting out only a burning breath, hot as fire, mixed with muffled nasal sounds. In the end, he could only nod in response.
Far in the distance, the elf-like man seemed to murmur to himself, while at the same time, Chocolat faced those blazing eyes without the slightest hint of fear.
Liuhua nodded and turned to the kitchen, just as Wang Liumei's exclamation echoed from the living room. Lang Qi couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound; she seemed to be gleefully playing a video game.
At this rate, even the three days calculated by General Chiz of the Lanst Clan seemed overly generous.
As if in answer to Lang Qi, a brassy clang sounded, and the notification of a new mission from the Main God echoed in his mind.
The "Commander of the Imperial Mausoleum" gave a resounding shout, and waves of energy burst forth. Centered on him, the earth trembled, stone slabs began to fall from the ceiling, and the assault was so fierce that every corner of the great hall was engulfed in the onslaught.
When Oscar finished speaking, he issued orders to the robot army, and soon two fourth-generation combat robots—one black, one white—led the ranks of first, second, and third generations as they spread swiftly in all directions.
Yet this was only the beginning. Sword energy erupted, tearing the Black Sovereign’s body apart with countless terrifying blades of light.
Though the army was elite, there was always a chance of being hit. As the forces advanced and the distance closed, his warship’s artillery fired with increasing frequency, the odds of being struck growing ever greater.
Dr. Liang gazed at Iron Eagle lying on the operating table, his face turning ashen, as if some unspeakable horror was about to unfold.
“Yes, sir!” Since Yun Peng had spoken, Instructor Jin could only return to continue training the cadets.
"Valley Master, speak freely!" In an effort to avoid conflict and fulfill the task Zhao Gao had entrusted to him, Zhao Xiongfeng bowed his head completely this time, subtly expressing goodwill toward Shan Tianming.
"What is it?" Since ascending to the ranks of second-class masters, Juedai's sixth sense had grown sharp; he felt a watching gaze and looked up to see a white bird perched on a nearby tree, staring intently at him. The moment the bird noticed his gaze, it made to flee.
Xuanyuan Nian’er glanced at the pitiful "Xuanyuan Xue’er" looking at him, and relented—fine, she could come along.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, Lin Lele jumped down, puffing with anger, and pummeled Lin Yang with her tiny fists. "You’re so annoying! You nearly scared me to death!"
He found the valley warm as spring, his eyes sweeping the area to see thick grass and wildflowers growing in the crevices of the rocks all around.
After work that evening, Xue Fei had the driver take him to Courtyard No. 1 of the Provincial Party Committee. He stepped out with his gifts, and the driver drove away.
"So, honestly, have you ever felt your heart flutter for him?" Today, Kim Young-mi’s curiosity was especially intense.
"Intentions? Well—what do you think?" Juedai sauntered over to sit down across from Ah Li.
After Ivy pressed ahead for another ten minutes or so, the deepening gloom revealed a dozen more rats, their hulking forms even larger than those seen before, leaving them ever more uneasy.