Chapter Fifty-Eight: Two Years

Paranoid and domineering.
He has no empathy for those who pay him no attention.
Yet for those who do, he is consumed by possessiveness.
His thoughts are extreme, his words and actions ruthless.
His heart is filled with a thirst for power, delighting in controlling everything.
With all the web novels she's read, Wang Mian would bet her life that Lou Yu is no ordinary brat.
He is either dangerously deranged or a total psychopath.
In the novels, mad and unhinged male leads, obsessive maniacs—
Besides, he holds no particular grudge against the other members of Wanxiang; he only wants to teach Wan Sen a lesson. Su Ming wants Wan Sen to understand that he is not someone who can be hunted down so easily.
"Fine, you win! Alright, I'll give them to you, is that enough?" Chu Haoran pulled a hundred red envelopes from his bag and handed all the rest to Situ Yaling.
Shen Yin could scarcely imagine what had happened in the past to shatter Jun Yao's soul into three pieces. Even late at night, he would sometimes reveal a look of utter terror, clinging tightly to her hand, his body trembling.

Even though he hadn’t turned his camera on, Xia Jin could tell he was eavesdropping. No wonder—they had once fought side by side on the battlefield. Still, Ji Mu would never admit it.
The voices faded into the distance, but the hatred and venom lingering in the air refused to dissipate.
With a sharp crack, the miniature camera shattered, taking two eavesdropping devices with it.
"Zheng, you really are the clever one! Fine, we’ll do it your way!" Bai Ling laughed coquettishly, then hung up. But as soon as the call ended, her charming smile vanished, replaced by a cold, sinister expression.
Su Baiyu gave the messages a quick glance, lingering longest on the one from Chi Ying. He casually handed the phone to Xia Jin.
Yan Ling, seeing them dividing tasks and starting to build a fire to process the dead pig, spoke briefly with Rong Chen before spreading her wings and soaring toward the beast-infested mountains.
If Shenhuo could seize another's divine gift, he would surely target anyone else possessing a divine gift.
Xu Shaoyan's eyes lit up. This insight from Du Song was why he had promoted Du Song to be the president of the Republic Region.
"Insolence!" The Divine King flicked his sleeve, and an invisible pressure swept toward Yang Tian.
Hu Guozhu was deeply disappointed; he thought the heir should have set out immediately. With war looming, such delay might cost them the chance for victory.
Luo Sisi was completely lost in her own world, oblivious to the fact that the man had already been blown to pieces, his body utterly destroyed. Not until someone turned her around and took the Thunderbolt from her grasp did she notice.

The cloaked giant caught Golov’s fist in his palm, both sides sizing each other up, frowning in unison.
"Brother Li, what do you mean by this? You said you wouldn’t intervene directly—why now…?" Meteor immediately stepped forward to stop him.
Arthur, who still cherished his attachment to China, harbored a glimmer of hope: maybe, after joining the Warriors and learning from Durant and Green, Zhou Qi would develop abilities that set him apart from his previous life.
"You two, recount the entire incident clearly for me!" Bing Xiaotian barked at Bing Yun and his companion.
For a split second, the world seemed to stop. A formless wave, fierce enough to tear the surrounding world to shreds, roared against the molten rock and wild winds toward the warrior. Earth and stone along its path disintegrated into dust, scattering with the wind.
Angoro Crater was still a primordial region; there weren’t even roads. Even with an army, Lu Zhongli couldn’t transport supplies to Silithus. So he began using the navy to ship materials to Uldum and the port of Gadgetzan in Tanaris.
People have heard stories of surviving a shot to the chest, but never of anyone living after their head is blown open, brain matter scattered. That wouldn’t be a miracle—it would have to be divine intervention.