Chapter 88: How Does He Still Have a Car? And It's Military Grade!

"Young man, young man, please don’t act impulsively. Put him down at once—if you carry on like this, things will get out of hand." Because Cao Bin was Zhao Manman’s friend, and he had spoken up for them earlier, these patrolmen didn’t want to make things difficult for him, so they tried to persuade him.

Zhao Manman hurriedly lowered the net she held, rushed over, and clasped Cao Bin’s arm tightly, her face tense as she shook her head in earnest counsel...

If nothing unexpected happens, after the Nether Dragon’s consciousness was stolen, it should be hidden somewhere within this domain of the Underworld.

Chen Mohan was so shocked her face turned pale, her wide eyes filled with terror as she stared at the handsome visage looming before her, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Cui Pingting even felt her scalp tingling—why was Du Bian always able to create miracles?

The days of “underground work.” Yet, he came with excited anticipation, only to leave with heavy thoughts.

At nine in the evening, Xu Chuan and Sanmu Qianyu changed into expensive formalwear, joining the Li father and son to attend the exchange hosted by the Capital Wine Association.

“Junior sister, what are you planning?” Cang Shu asked in surprise, reaching to hold her hand, but as soon as he moved, a sharp pain stabbed through his back.

After Deputy General Wei finished speaking, he turned and left. When he was gone, I returned to my seat, began to organize my things, and tried to slowly untangle my current muddled thoughts.

Although it had lived as neighbors with those Onmyoji for centuries and signed a few mutual aid agreements, compared to its own survival, none of that really mattered.

If you, Zhang Minglang, truly don’t want a divorce, why let this year of ours slip away in such wasted confusion?

He got the main information he wanted, but didn’t let He Zhuang go, continuing to ask about the location of the Dragon Gate’s branch. He also had He Zhuang leave behind a jade slip containing the route to the Dragon Gate, its restrictions, and details on its powerful members.

Actually, He Niannian didn’t want to rest. After finally clearing the air with Su Yiqing, naturally, she had plenty she wished to say.

This time, it was Jun Rongfan who stroked Mu Yihan’s head, her fingers threading through his hair. Was Zhu Lianmeng’s situation weighing on him?

Yet every time the blade touched the silk net, a strange suction stuck it fast, so each cut and withdrawal took extra time and spiritual power.

He forced a stiff smile as he retreated from the room, and before leaving, thoughtfully drew the curtains for them and gently closed the door.

But how could mercenaries possibly penetrate deep into China, sneak into the wealthy district of Xiyan City, just to target two defenseless civilians?

For a long time, Ling Qing kept murmuring those words, repeating them over and over, and as she did, her tears flowed ever more.

But after her rebirth, many things changed, so Chu Lin, who originally wasn’t skilled at cooking, became adept.

They neither wanted to completely fall out with Qian Yaling and provoke her, nor did they wish to lose their own authority and prestige.

—I don’t want these things at all. Not even a little. I don’t want to know that the evil god is far less calm than he pretends to be. Well, not that he acts calm either.

Rode: Of course, roommate, you should rest well too. Don’t let me catch you brooding over things that will only delay your recovery in the middle of the night—you really wouldn’t want to see me angry for real.

Let her leave me. Don’t ruin my idol image and affect my fanbase.

“To hear of a tyrant slain is one thing, but never of regicide.” It means that to deal with a tyrant is merely to act for heaven.

Hearing Bai Chen’s words, Tang San didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do, but now could only follow his instructions and go with him.