Chapter 23: She Is My Girlfriend-A delicada de olhos vermelhos: Doutor Fu, abstinente, a ama até o fim(Quando a caneta toca o papel, surgem fogos de artifício.)

Boom! In an instant, countless figures surged forth, shrouded in roiling immortal energy, attacking from all directions like a tidal wave, intent on swallowing Xue Hao whole.

After receiving his orders, Huang Ming departed the Wind and Cloud Pavilion. It appeared that the device used for transmitting messages was not located at the headquarters, but hidden elsewhere.

Tiger could handle people well enough, but the assassin who had been trailing him days prior left him feeling uneasy. It was clear the assassin’s target was not Hans. Although the man had vanished after they passed through Xixiang Pass, Tiger could not shake the feeling of impending danger, so he followed behind to prevent any mishaps.

Gu Shen strode inside. It was a long-abandoned factory filled with rusted steel. The moment he rushed in, he was met with the pungent scent of blood, and his already anxious heart leaped into his throat.

"Fool, you have seen clearly enough these past few days where my, Su Ziqin’s, heart lies. Why would I bother with such lies? Tao Zhuohua wrote it clearly in her letter: Shou-lang, you have gained another younger brother." Su Ziqin’s eyes glowed with such brilliance that Li Longshou’s gloomy heart instantly brightened.

However, the list of factions and the specific names of the martial artists participating in the Myriad Domain Martial Arts Tournament were kept highly confidential. No one would know who their opponent was until the very moment of the match.

Lu Fengye’s eyes seemed to be spitting fire. Seeing Shang Zhanbo’s smug expression, his blood rushed to his temples, his veins throbbing. He had to suppress himself with all his might to keep from lashing out.

When Ye Yiqing was four or five years old, her parents were brutally murdered by an enemy—an enemy who had tortured them right before her eyes. Those cruel scenes still haunted her nightmares, a prison from which she could never escape.

Chu Chen was in no hurry; he waited in the hall, chatting idly with the elders present.

When he saw Han Nanli giving Nan Xin a hard time, he did not hesitate to pull his car over to the side of the road.

"Do you know how my hand ended up like this?" Huzi’s entire body began to tremble, as if the mere memory of that scene filled him with absolute terror.

From her initial discomfort to her growing adaptation, Ming Zhenzhen felt her skin thickening bit by bit.

She listened to him while lighting a cigarette, watching him slowly through the blue smoke, the light in her eyes flickering between bright and dim.

She also understood: Lady Luo had previously boasted about how perfect Luo Yuanqian was, claiming they were a match made in heaven. Han Nanli, young and inexperienced, was at that age when love first blossoms, so it was only natural she would fall for him.

Nangong Mengying, seeing this, wanted to say more, but looking at the intense hatred in Ji Ru Qianlong’s eyes, she truly did not know what to say. She could only stare at Liang Jun, hoping he would speak up.

"OK! Was Sister Zhi just advising us not to terminate our contracts with the company?" This was what Mao Shi truly cared about.

The others urged him not to be so stubborn, lest the march be slow and they be easily overtaken by Cao’s army. They suggested they should reach Jiangling first and rescue the people from the fires of war once they had mustered the strength to return. But Liu Bei, seeing how deeply the people relied on him and how their hearts were set on him, refused to abandon them and insisted on bringing them along at a slow pace.

After speaking, Sikong Tian picked up the wine from the table and swayed unsteadily toward his room.

Qi Han had almost lost his sanity at this point. The beautiful, heart-stirring feelings Wen Yang had once given him had now turned into cold, hideous spite. The massive disparity made it even harder for Qi Han to control his emotions.

Therefore, not only did he adamantly refuse the marriage, but in a fit of rage, he sold the old villa and bought property elsewhere.

Yuan Lili said, "I’ll book the tickets right away and leave in the next couple of days. You can pick her up when you drop me off at the airport so she doesn't find out." As she spoke, Yuan Lili gestured with her elbow.

"For a couple married as long as we have been, talking about love is exhausting. We don't even know what love is anymore. Sometimes it feels like we’re just relatives living together; talking about romance just doesn't excite me. Perhaps you can't understand how I feel—tired, wanting to escape, but having nowhere to go." Qin Sihao spoke of his marriage with a hint of despair.

The old house collapsed under the attack, turning to dust, yet the blue light barrier remained unscathed, not even rippling.

Lin Yuanzhi nodded upon hearing this, his heart further confirming that the mysterious magical beast that had knocked out Yun Fan was the one that had saved him.

A poor child, enduring so much torment at the bottom of that well—the desperation of those days and nights was something no one could truly understand or experience.

At some point, Lin Feng entered the room and gave a soft "ahem." Tang Qi glanced back at him. She did not jump up happily as she used to; Lin Feng now came and went so casually, no longer calling her in advance to wait for her to be ready to "receive him."

Ni Yexin tended to his wounds while scolding him; some of the cuts were clearly re-opened, and though they were small, they looked gruesome.

Compared to Lydia, who sat to the side, pure and flawless, beautiful as if she belonged to a world without mortal dust.

To put it bluntly, aside from a poor first impression, she held no real hatred for Lin Lang.

What was the true origin of that pocket watch? Why did Geng Chen treasure it so dearly? Now that even Daoist Mao had mentioned it, could it be that the watch was linked to some earth-shattering secret involving Geng Chen?

Although this deduction was extremely childish, and from any angle, it seemed like a fool’s logic of one idiot underestimating another, for Bell, it was perhaps the most reasonable explanation.

Furthermore, with the puppet military company commander confirming the identities of the captain and his men, the sergeant finally set aside his worries and concerns, ordering the remaining Japanese soldiers at the stronghold to prepare for backup.

"It must be a blocking force sent by the Eighth Route Army to buy time for the 135th Regiment to be wiped out!" The regimental commander frowned and made his judgment.

Especially during the days when Akame was in labor, Bai Yu was attentive to the extreme, personally taking care of her every need.

Seeing Bai Wei squatting to the side, peering intently in the direction of the wandering spirits, I grinned and, catching her off guard, planted a kiss on her.

Feeling that the time was right, Daoist Dingshan took more than a dozen jade bottles from his spatial ring and cast a spell toward the alchemy furnace.

Just then, the peach blossom grove trembled, and golden talisman light sent countless peach blossom petals dancing through the air.