Chapter 172: Short-Arsed Melon

Just as Cao Bin was about to grab the female zombie and interrogate her, a sharp arrow suddenly appeared and pierced the female zombie's brain!
Roar!
The female zombie let out a shrill cry, collapsed to the ground, and stopped moving entirely.
[Ding...]
[Mission accomplished: Successfully eliminated a zombie.]
[Reward: 1000 ex...]
I looked up at him in surprise, finding something in his gaze that I couldn't understand—not love or hatred, but a chilling, uncomfortable apathy.
When she finally regained her senses, she was already lying on the bed, bearing the weight of Qin Luofan's body.
Listening to her voice, which was growing soft and gentle with sleepiness, Mu Lingyi smiled lightly, his gaze filled with immense tenderness.
After much deliberation, driven by my habitual craftiness as a habitual liar, I thought about bringing it back. If Zhang Minglang asked about it, I would just claim I bought it to apply because I didn't want a scar on my arm.
"No, impossible! All of you are already dead. You're all dead, how can you be here?" Seeing this, the boy became extremely agitated.
Although Madam Zhao had scolded her a few times, telling her not to disturb the old dowery's rest day and night, she would still drop by from time to time to chat and laugh with the old lady.
Under normal circumstances, Yang Qingluo would have definitely bantered with her, but right now, she felt heavy-hearted and could not cheer up no matter what.
The bones piled at the bottom had all been weathered by the wind; judging by the dates, they should be the remains of battle beasts and humans from many years ago, while the bones at the very top still retained some muscle tissue.
This sleep felt as though it had lasted for a very long time, yet also just a fleeting moment. When the carriage finally stopped, Sizhen opened her eyes.
Qin Luofan lowered his gaze and immediately let go, noticing as expected that the fair and tender wrist was somewhat red and swollen from his grip.
In fact, even if those fellows lurking in the Tuhara Desert had not heeded Mara's instructions to prepare for an invasion of the Northern Kingdoms, the Black Dragon Lord would still have proactively taken action to clear out these scum.
No matter what, they were nominal sons of his. Xia Jie felt that, as a father, he had to fulfill his paternal duties and keep a tight leash on these disobedient children.
Han Fei was instantly dumbfounded. Initially, he had assumed that these eunuchs must have come from the royal palace of Han.
The Flying Stone Sect was evidently not the case; otherwise, even with inferior aptitude, the ratio gap between the Golden Core and Void Return realms wouldn't be so vast.
On the very evening Abby released the video, she profoundly realized just how terrifying the commercial value Li Wuwu currently possessed. Only then did she understand why He Dabao had been so heartbroken over Li Wu accepting those advertising endorsements—8 million RMB a year was simply far too cheap.
Ensuring that "Mother" had stepped out of the safe zone, Drogon blew a hot puff from its nostrils, reared its head back, spread its wings, pushed off the ground, and soared into the air amidst the gust generated by its wingbeats, flying toward the two other figures—whether brothers or sisters—still circling not far away.
"I haven't played any ranks. Your mother and I just wanted to figure out what on earth this thing is," said Dad He.
Even though Wang Kang did not explicitly state the target, everyone coordinated with Zhang Sichang's blade, unleashing their attacks toward the wood-attribute martial artist in mid-air.
Zhang Bing, the jungler for the Huarong Team, was already in her senior year of college. Because she had secured her graduation internship and would be leaving school soon, making her unable to continue participating in the Huarong Team's matches, the team had begun recruiting new members. Zhu Jiayin was accidentally discovered by Wei Xinran during this process.
With the unified external anger now present and a heartwarming goal hoisted up, these well-fed black birds were now set to climax this grand drama to its ultimate finale.
If her parents were both fine, it would be different—Dad Ning and Mom Ning were very open-minded, and for a normal gathering with friends, they might even grant permission, or at least let her slide with an excuse. But what was she facing now? A dark-bellied man who practically wished he had clairvoyance and clairaudience; lately, he inexplicably seemed to know everything she did. What if her lie was discovered?