Day 41 of My Brother Loving Me Too Much

Lin Yanping was startled by the sudden gunshot, having no idea what was happening. She figured Lin Yifan wouldn't dare kill her right in front of Li Dafeng and the others; that being the case, it must mean danger was closing in on her.

"Haha! I actually ran into a fan of that guy Gu Qing?" Zheng Xiao finally couldn't help but laugh, though Old Ye's face looked somewhat tense right now. Even though Zheng Xiao was a police officer, this was Zhuhai, not City C. Furthermore, there were so many people on the other side, while there were only two of them.

Besides, looking at the several individuals tossed onto the ground by Xia Xun like pieces of garbage, their complexions also turned somewhat pale.

"It doesn't matter if you have no parents; just treat us as your mother and father from now on. Of course, we will also cherish you like the apple of our eye," Lin Yifan's mother replied.

There was no so-called sense of mission, no grand righteousness, and no boundless mercy. Ye Feng simply couldn't stand the agony of sitting here doing nothing; even going to the front lines to dig through rubble to save people would be a thousand times better than this.

Human footprints were extremely rare deep in the desert. A flash of light did not necessarily mean human activity; the slanting rays of the setting sun hitting a specific shape of rock could also create a reflection. Therefore, when Zhang Zihu saw the reflection, he felt a momentary thrill, but immediately forced himself to calm down.

After killing one spirit beast after another, Lin Yifan and his companions felt a surge of exhilaration; however, these spirit beasts kept climbing up in endless waves, constantly draining the spiritual energy within their bodies and making them feel immensely strained.

Diego Costa rarely said thank you to anyone. A child who grew up in that kind of environment learned to trust only himself in his heart.

After a few days of this, they finally caught sight of a vast stretch of farmland, and in the distance, a large town.

Several weapons were knocked flying out of the brilliant light and instantly dissolved into nothingness. The light flickered for a few moments, revealing the remaining weapons that still lingered within.

Compared to that, Yan Lihua seemed to spend every day reveling in the joy of defeating the Ninth Prince.

Lady Wei hurried to the front courtyard. Seeing her husband alone without Lady Guo by his side, she gently patted her chest in relief.

An animal's natural instinct is to run freely, so she would never keep them locked up in rooms or cages.

Hu Shan asked with keen interest. This was his first time doing something like this, and to say he wasn't excited would be a lie.

When the Emperor issued the decree, he only mentioned stripping the Prince Consort of his title, without specifying whether the Princess and the Prince Consort were formally separated. Therefore, she did not dare to speak out of turn or make wild guesses.

Emperor Chengshun said "Speak" with a very impatient expression, while secretly cocking his ear to listen, eager to hear whose scandalous romantic gossip of a court official this would be.

However, Liu Yu figured it out shortly after. The Wang family was a military lineage, so Wang Mizhi could naturally secure any random position for himself without much trouble.

Rasa wore a puzzled expression. He wanted to explain that he had clearly invited Seijuu to attend the wedding, but was rejected on the grounds of being too busy.

Even though the movements of these horned ghost eagles and ghost-wind falcons were extremely agile, they were still struck by Jide Xing, and several horned ghost eagles were directly beaten down.

This time they did not travel far before Lu Miejie was the first to sense a strange surge of energy. His spirits lifted immediately, and after calling out to the other three, he accelerated and pursued the target at high speed.

Lin Mubai glanced at Yin Jianli over there and, without giving Lu Zhiyao any chance to react, Yin Jianli charged murderously toward Lu Zhiyao.

Huang Xuanling guessed that most of these dead people were righteous cultivators. Because ordinary demons and demonic cultivators had relatively bulky physiques due to practicing demonic arts, while the techniques practiced by righteous cultivators were mostly not specifically aimed at strengthening the physical body, their builds appeared more normal.

The three of them continued climbing the mountain. The light of the twin moons overhead grew increasingly crystal clear, illuminating everything on the mountain down to the tiniest detail.

At this moment, Lin Yifeng's homemade glider began to take effect, slowly carrying him up on the wind and completely neutralizing gravity.

It was the same attack resembling a blood-red cloak, but this time, out of the four energy attacks, two managed to pierce through the curtain of fire and slam into Lu Buxi.

"Hengzhi is mighty, beat him up..." Hearing Dian Wei's words, everyone completely relaxed, and the cheers grew even louder.

Lin Yifeng heard what Ibaraki said, but he could no longer utter any extra words. His face turned the color of a pig's liver, blood seeped from his pores due to the immense pressure, and his eyes were bloodshot as he stared blankly at Ibaraki.

This Tibetan mastiff was a birthday gift given to her last year by the older brother who had depended on her for mutual survival. Yet at this moment, it had been killed by this bastard, and the anger in her heart had reached its absolute peak.

Even if they couldn't sense the presence of these lingering souls, they could at least see the existence of their illusory forms in the dream with the naked eye.

This was akin to brothers in a family fighting until their heads were split open; outsiders would similarly advise them to get along well, but would never casually advise them to split up the household, let alone turn against each other into mortal enemies.

He finally stopped shouting. Although he had stopped yelling aloud, he still looked around anxiously and nervously.

"Sigh," she suddenly let out an unexplainable, involuntary sigh. Her voice carried a trace of exhaustion and bewilderment.

If it were an ordinary person, arresting them or even executing them on the spot wouldn't matter, but neither side of these combatants was someone the city guards could afford to provoke.

Han Qunqing lowered her head to eat a piece of cake, waiting for the other party to continue bidding so she could outbid her with a higher price. Yet after waiting for a long time, she heard no sound from the front.

Liu Mei-hong no longer made a fuss about dying; she merely nodded and said okay, the hatred for Shen Yan in her heart growing another layer as she began to carefully ponder her next move.