51 Soft Lips

Upon hearing such words, Li Qing stood up involuntarily and said, "What did you say? Would you please watch your words?" She wore a look of angry embarrassment. Wang Dong also appeared somewhat eager to make a move, but with the principal present, he did not dare to throw a tantrum.

Xiao Qiuyu trusted his own eyes entirely, much like how he had once looked at Li Weiren. Li Weiren had become Xiao Qiuyu's best brother, and Xiao Qiuyu knew that this Neil would likewise become his best brother in the future.

There was a matter he wished to discuss with the elderly man, to listen to his advice, and along the way, he briefly recounted the affair regarding Murong Wan to him.

"No need, I'll hail a cab back," Liao Bing'er said, before flagging down a taxi and leaving.

"As your leader, I tell you that the Spirit-Cleansing Pill has no side effects whatsoever. Those who trust me, take it; come and get them yourselves."

A middle-aged man dressed in the official attire of a City God suddenly appeared, his black beard reaching down past his neck. He looked identical to the City God in the City God Temple. He bowed respectfully toward Chonglou and saluted in a formal manner.

Looking straight ahead, the sight was immensely magnificent and carried an extraordinary sense of mystery. At that moment, Xiao Qiuyu felt a strong urge to crawl into that cave to explore its secrets and see what was truly hidden inside.

Over in the eastern parlor, the bosses were clinking glasses and drinking toasts to one another, the atmosphere quite self-explanatory. Just as everyone was engaged in lively business discussions, the door was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang.

Gu Qinglu put her hands on her hips and deliberately spoke in a very loud voice. Er Dao, who happened to be not far away, turned pale and then flushed upon hearing it. He clenched his fists in silence and walked away.

Wu Yu glanced at Xue Han, and then picked up the cup of coffee in front of him. However, Wu Yu had never lived the life of a wealthy person, so he naturally didn't sip his coffee slowly and delicately the way rich people did.

The regenerative divine power, glowing with a golden-cyan hue, immediately surged in his palm, helping her slightly heal the bursting wound anew. Shaoyi gently traced the contours of her cheeks and jaw with his fingertips. He had used a thousand schemes and myriad stratagems to push her toward a path of death, while she, with single-minded devotion and stubborn focus, sought to perish together with him.

Yun Chujiu was naturally not foolish enough to wait idly in the same spot. With a swift movement of her figure, she leapt straight ahead, dodging the first wave of attacks.

As she was pondering this, she saw the stinky girl clap her hands together with a face full of joy. The creature could not help but mutter inwardly: has she gone mad or is she simply an idiot?

Since they had time to spare, the couple simply paid ten immortal crystals for a stall space and set up a roadside stand right there.

She was now the pillar of the Xie family. The Dowager had already passed away, and if the Imperial Noble Consort were further branded with the crime of murdering her own grandmother, the Xie family would be condemned by all people under heaven, leading to their utter and permanent downfall.

Because during the period after she transmigrated, and before Jiaoyue's soul arrived in Murong Yue's body, she had carefully observed and tested the people within the manor.

For the umpteenth time, Qi Shaofan struggled fiercely, yet still failed to untangle herself from the tree branch snagged on the hem of her skirt. Her hair bun had long since fallen apart amidst the panic, and her long hair floated about like aquatic weeds.

Knowing that Jing Qi's chuunibyou personality would certainly never admit defeat, she had no choice but to shift the blame onto someone else.

"In addition to your wages, I'll add a twenty percent bonus, and I'll have the kitchen prepare some extra dishes for you. Thank you for your hard work during this period," Yun Xiqian said.

Su Lingyue's face instantly fell. Pausing halfway through changing her clothes, she collapsed straight back onto the bed.

Qi Yihaohan pleaded for mercy while enduring the accusations of the crowd. Hearing a familiar remark, he looked up and, seeing who it was, furiously shouted, "Go to hell! You're still here mocking me at a time like this, considering you used to pursue Seventh Sister too!" With a roar, he lunged forward.

"Deluded and unrepentant, further words are wasted." Seeing this, Duyuan knew that all explanations were redundant. Now that the people had been rescued and Tisa, one of the Four Great Holy Monks of the Western Regions, was dead, there was simply no reason for him to stay.

However, under the current circumstances, it would certainly not be a wise move to recklessly exhaust his wood-type spiritual power as well. The only proper course of action was to recover his fire-type spiritual power first, then continue practicing talismans while waiting for his meridians to heal. With the nourishment of wood-type spiritual power within his body, the recovery process would not be too difficult.

At the same time, he also felt exceptionally comfortable, as though he were already capable of perceiving and understanding everything.

Ever since the ascension of the current Emperor, the status of the imperial secret police had truly plummeted. Not only were they unwelcome among official circles, but even among the common folk, they no longer commanded the formidable prestige of the past. What was even harder for them to accept was that under such circumstances, the reputation of the Embroidered Uniform Guard had become even worse, making them feel ill at ease every time they went out on official business.

"I wouldn't dare, but what this subordinate speaks is the plain truth!" Lu Zhen met his gaze neither servile nor overbearing. By this time, he looked entirely devoid of his previous reserve and tension.

"Are you an idiot? Have you ever seen anyone get hungry and start eating themselves?" The lizard pursued relentlessly, occasionally lunging forward to take a bite.

Ren Xintong looked at her mother, Li Su'e, and without hiding anything, said, "A guy." She had already reached the age for internships, and Li Su'e constantly badgered her every day to look for a high-quality boyfriend, so she never thought of concealing it.

It was Qin Ji who struck. At the very instant Fiya's fist was about to land on her, Qin Ji raised her hand and knocked Fiya away.

Could it be my imagination? Yun Chen muttered inwardly. But immediately shaking his head and dismissing the thought, he spoke aloud Lin Chuxia's name and the time of her death.

Otherwise, he could have dealt with these two people together, venting the bitter hatred in his heart over the destruction of the Heavenly Sword Sect that he had personally founded on Earth.

Fuxi obtained a portion of merit, reluctantly managed to sever another corpse, and achieved the mid-stage Quasi-Sage realm. Though his cultivation was slightly unstable, it would steady after a period of quiet meditation.

Therefore, the battle against the Holy Son of the Holy See, Jiang Siqi, was for him a duel to temper his Dao heart.

"Of course! Naturally, if certain people manage to cheat on the college entrance examination, then I'll truly admire them!" someone said with a sour tone.

Cao Shouming nodded, and this could not entirely be blamed on Shen Mo for thinking the Snow God Palace was merely putting on a superstitious act. Since everyone was restricted by Earth's rules, their strongest fighters could at most be at the Divine Realm.

Seeing Wu Yu trying to slip away, the ogre shouted at the top of his lungs, "Protect the sovereign!" With that, he charged directly toward the mist transformed by Wu Yu. Whether he was overly reckless or truly believed he could catch smoke, he crashed headfirst into the vaporized form of Wu Yu. The result, naturally, was that he passed straight through the middle and collided directly with the Barbarian King.