Chapter Thirty-One: The Unscrupulous Uncle!

Wiping his nose, Peng Zheng finally freed himself from the swirling smoke. He then looked at me with a somewhat ambiguous expression.

Qin Shang and Xu Dongjun were of similar age, and before the Xu family's downfall, their families held comparable status.

I was just about to reach out and snatch my phone back in confusion when, unexpectedly, Li Qiang burst into tears! Damn it, what is this? Is he acting spoiled?

When Ye Tian arrived at the arena, he was direct and devastating. Every opponent was subdued by a single secret sword technique of his; none forced him to unleash a second strike, leaving the entire audience in awe.

As if to validate my words, no sooner had I finished speaking than a veteran soldier obligingly made a mistake. And the spot where this fellow stumbled was truly inconvenient—right on the high and low bars I had just been describing.

Damn it, he doesn't even remember my name! Am I really that easy to forget? I frowned, feeling somewhat dejected.

Red Lotus appeared cold and aloof, but she had a stunning figure—slim where she should be, and with no lack of curves where it counted.

Zhao Laosi watched as everyone sided with Chen Erhui, his heart brimming with stifled frustration. Having finally waited for this chance to retaliate for being fired in front of so many people yesterday, he couldn't let it end like this.

Time seemed to stand still. Yan Aige stood by the window watching the moonlight, while Beiming Nuan remained frozen, not knowing what to say.

The Nether Divine Dragon brewed for a moment before exhaling a miasma from its maw that enveloped Yan Aige. She tried to dodge, but the miasma seemed to have eyes, swirling around her no matter how she tried to escape.

"Brother Qingshan, is this the divine artifact you obtained last time? Why is it so strange?" Lian Chengjue looked at the artifact Lu Qingshan had revealed. His eyes shone with admiration, yet there was no greed or jealousy; he had always believed that divine artifacts possessed spirits and were attained by those destined for them.

"Hah!" Li Yan gave a light chuckle. With a casual wave of his palm, the spear light of that intermediate Great Emperor exploded, and his body shattered along with it, his essence blood automatically absorbed by the Qiankun Seal.

Just as Chu Feng jumped out of the cockpit, Malkio, supported by a few orphans, stepped out of the wooden house.

"You—you go too far! Lord Ha is the leader of our Ha tribe Kobolds. To insult Lord Ha is to insult us all, every last one of us. I will never allow you to insult our Ha tribe Kobolds!" Captain Wangcai looked at Fanchen, speaking with extreme indignation.

The onlookers from the martial arts world all fell silent. Who hasn't suffered an illness or injury? While the Divine Physician of Holy Hands was formidable, his whereabouts were elusive, and Lady Mei, a woman of the six prefectures of Jiangnan, had a temper as eccentric as they come. Only the Poison Hag, despite her ruthless nature, rarely refused the patients who sought her out for treatment.

Perhaps because he was close to Li Chengfei, he rushed to the side of the platform to check his breath. Upon discovering he was merely injured, he glared daggers at Gu Han.

Looking at the clear river, Zhao Yuan thought that with over a thousand people living here, the latrines needed to be standardized.

The scroll stated: The essence blood of ancient demonic beasts is an immensely powerful substance. If consumed directly, the body cannot withstand the impact of such potent energy. To absorb it fully, one must first neutralize the violent energy within the blood, then set up an array to absorb it bit by bit.

Magistrate Li spoke with his head bowed and eyes lowered; his attitude seemed remarkably gentle and compliant.

"Your soul is powerful. The previous strike only shattered your physical body, not your soul. But this time, bolstered by my own soul power, I shall surely inflict a heavy blow upon you!" The Saint of Judgment looked solemn. A mass of grey flame rose in his palm, and as he wiped it across the Blade of Judgment, the sword was instantly coated in a layer of grey power.

A scream exploded in his mind, and Lu Ren trembled violently, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him.

Although the voice sounded extremely intimate, one could still detect the disdain in the speaker's tone.

"Really?" As for this miraculous experience of Sun Li's, the ones who gasped in unison were, of course, the listeners Qiao Nuan and Lin Xinru.

The government got what it deserved. Those three German ghosts had lost their lives and their livelihoods; it was a heavy price to pay.

As sunlight gradually spilled over the earth, touching the rooftops and illuminating the flower buds, Yu Wei'an finished washing up and opened her bedroom door. She happened to see Su Jinyue stepping out of her own room, looking exhausted with dark circles under her eyes like a panda, which gave her quite a fright.

Thinking of the high cost of living Father Qiao had mentioned, Qiao Nuan remembered something. She patted her head, rose from the sofa, turned into the walk-in closet that had been temporarily converted into her bedroom, and took a bank card out of her bag.

That weekend, Qiao Nuan, who was idle at school and planning to catch up on sleep, was summoned to the company by a phone call from Fang Wanhua.

In the gloomy basement, Basar’s voice was as hoarse as that of a tortured demon.

She felt like she would bump into Leng Xiao if she moved even slightly. Through their clothes, she could sense that his body temperature was normal.

At the same time, in the theater auditorium of the Rongcheng Conservatory of Music, the semi-finals of the Rongcheng Cup Professional University Group had just concluded.

Seeing that Qin Muling had no intention of resisting, Qi Shuyu stopped being formal and tucked it away, feeling thoroughly satisfied.

The crowd immediately cleared a space for Diwu Yang, watching him with burning eyes. I followed behind Diwu Yang, and when I saw Qin Erhe lying on the ground, I was genuinely startled.

"Hello, Sister! Hello, Brother!" Caixia blinked her large eyes and greeted them as well, then ran over to hold Lin Yunxuan’s hand, not shy at all.

Seeing the impatience in his expression and tone, Lin Zhi became even more displeased and looked at him with a cold face.