Volume 1, Chapter 61: Severely Beating the Third Brother

Ji Yanli shook his head: "Xin Xin has severe depression. If her mother goes to prison, she won't be able to bear it."

Shu Xingruo pushed him away forcefully: "Depression, depression, is depression a get-out-of-jail-free card? She can be absolved of responsibility no matter what she does. Get out, Ji Yanli, you disgust me, get out of my room right now."

Amidst Shu Xingruo's strong shoves, Ji Yanli hugged her tightly and murmured, "Xingruo, if you really can't let this go, I will have Tian Yufen apologize to you."

"If an apology worked, what would we need the law for?"

Without another word, Shu Xingruo pushed Ji Yanli out and locked the door.

Ji Yanli pounded on the door: "Xingruo, listen to me."

Through the door, Shu Xingruo...

Ji Yanli shook his head: "Xin Xin has severe depression. If her mother goes to prison, she won't be able to bear it."

Shu Xingruo pushed him away forcefully: "Depression, depression, is depression a get-out-of-jail-free card? She can be absolved of responsibility no matter what she does. Get out, Ji Yanli, you disgust me, get out of my room right now."

Only two days remained until the Human Renaissance Conference, making time extremely tight, so to speak.

Hearing Yemo's greeting, the coldness that had gathered on Boa's face vanished, replaced by a trace of astonishment.

Many people are courting death, but it seemed to be his first time seeing someone courting death quite like this brawny man.

The Ice and Fire Two-Headed Wolf, Volf, was a relatively rare member among the gods, an exotic deity hailing from the beast clan.

"Ah..." Gan Ling'er let out a cry of surprise. For the moment that person moved, he was like a wisp of blue smoke, vanishing in an instant. He had used some unknown method to dodge the palm aura headed straight toward Terige, and by the time Gan Ling'er saw him reappear, he was already right in front of Terige.

A knight, accompanied by two attendants, rode in from afar on horseback. The face beneath the visor appeared exceedingly young.

"It's Xue Ren." Yu Lian was quite certain, the expression on her face softening somewhat. She shared a close personal friendship with Xue Ren, so naturally, she felt happy for him at this moment.

The instant he grasped the pistol, the ingratiating smile on his face instantly transformed into mockery.

First, without exception, all gazes turned toward Yemo, and then several men responsible for "combat" within the convoy slowly reached their hands toward their waists.

Of course, this could only remain a hypothesis, because the number of fish-type zombies in the ocean was many times greater than those on land.

During the great battle in Aparagodaniya, almost the entire lineage of Xuanmu Island had mobilized. How could Cangjie not know, and how could he not come?

Wudi nodded: "Then remember to tell Emily later that we're going out!" With that, he took the lead and walked outside, while Panta and Bart rose to follow them.

This was the advantage of Tongtian being the controller of the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation. Although Tongtian only guarded the Immortal-Slaying Sword among the four Immortal-Slaying Swords, he knew the four swords like the back of his hand. Now, driven by his own vital blood and Qi, a single Immortal-Slaying Sword could directly mobilize the entire power of the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation.

Mo Xialan felt Liu Yan's wandering hands and wanted to pull hers away, but Liu Yan's grip was too strong for her to break free.

The jangling telephone interrupted Xiao Han's train of thought. A moment later, Tan Zhen transferred the call inside. After Xiao Han picked up the receiver, it turned out to be Lei Mingjie, who had just left.

A moment later, Parma pressed his raised hands downward several times. This action of his was projected onto the space above the high platform by a special magical device made of light-type magic crystals. A magnified holographic projection of Parma appeared in the air, and everyone saw his gesture, gradually halting their applause.

"What? Uncle! Is what you are saying true?" While bitterly calculating the pitiful amount of assets in his hands, Zhao Ming dazedly heard that the handsome uncle beside the bed was going to find him a job, and his debts could also be slowly repaid with his salary. At that moment, Zhao Ming simply could not believe his ears.

Hearing this, Zheng Lun could not help a stir in his heart: Ever since I took leave of my master and descended the mountain, seven years have already passed. Up to now, I am nothing more than a grain-supervising officer. I am just in need of a few hard-fought battles to display the Daoist arts in my breast, which will not shame my time spent learning the Dao on the mountain.

Having seen off Qin Zhenghong, Xiao Han instructed Tan Zhen to handle the investigation into fertilizer production. After giving instructions for the relevant departments to cooperate, he left it to Tan Zhen to execute, as he himself did not yet have the energy to personally oversee this matter.

"The imperial physicians in the palace have also examined him, but he simply won't get better. Therefore, I hope the Prince can accommodate this out of regard for a subordinate's filial piety," said Mu Feng.