Luxury Car Draws Attention

JIM was never one to conceal his emotions, nor did he care about the opinions of others. He knew that getting close to Fan Xiaoxiao was like a moth flying into a flame, yet he simply could not resist drawing near to her, even if it meant just this...

Feng Qingya shouted with such fright that she snapped a dazed Ye Zihan back to her senses. Unfortunately, Ye Zihan was immediately held back by Yun Cheng, who asked, "In what capacity do you have the right to get involved in my family affairs?" This single sentence left Ye Zihan frozen in place, too terrified to move.

"Humph! Fired, then fired." Xu Shuer said with utter indifference, then beamed as she clutched her hand warmer, staring at Yun Cheng with a look of pure bliss.

Fifty-six academicians represented an oversized hornets' nest. If one were to include their relatives, friends, teachers, and classmates, it would likely connect half of the empire's academic community.

"I have recently taken on a new swordsman companion. He doesn't have a decent blade yet and happens to be extremely fond of swords of the Kitetsu series, so I wanted to trouble Fleet Admiral Sengoku. I heard that the Second-Generation Kitetsu, formerly wielded by Shiryu of the Rain, is currently in the hands of the Marines. I would like to have it," Fang Cheng said directly, without standing on ceremony.

Fang Cheng still had a space bracelet full of high-tech gadgets waiting for him. At the very least, he needed to build the Arc Reactor first; without an energy source, doing anything was inconvenient.

Godzilla looked up. Under the lights of the surrounding skyscrapers, a dozen angels with fluttering wings appeared overhead, and at that moment, those angels were aiming assault rifles and firing down upon it.

"Don't bother searching; you won't find me. Hurry to Northern Uttarakuru to help us break free," Fuxi's voice echoed in his ears. Throughout the entire Tang Dynasty, only Old Daoist Zhang could hear this voice, because he was the only one qualified to aid the Five Emperors of the Human Race.

Since Emperor Zhengde said he needed to deliberate, Yang Tinghe had nothing more to say; he certainly could not forbid the emperor from deliberating. Yang Tinghe bowed and withdrew from the Palace of Heavenly Purity, a look of perplexity on his face.

While the two of them were whispering to each other, the beam of a flashlight swept erratically toward them. Tree Root instantly turned and dove back into the darkness of the base.

The body of this massive, flat pancake-like creature was exceptionally unique. On its underside, facing the ground near its head, were over a dozen consecutive, parallel clefts.

Nangong Ran leaned back against the bed, having already tested the medicine with the poison-detection needle given to him by Feng Luoyu. This time, the tip of the needle did not turn black. It seemed this should be the genuine antidote—even if it wasn't, at least it wasn't toxic.

"After all, this is an internal affair of Dragon Soul, and it is not yet the turn of outsiders to meddle," Feng Zhen said with ironclad certainty, his unspoken implication self-evident.

Tang Zishan gave Dai Pinghai a profound look and said nothing, merely shaking her head, her intentions entirely unclear.

At this point, Gu Chen could no longer endure Xinghe's trivial bickering. Cutting short Xinghe's arrogant tirade, Gu Chen swallowed hard and spoke.

Kim Ji-yeon caught the hidden meaning in Jiang Chengce's words. Taking a closer look at him, she noticed the scrape on his forehead, and her heart tightened involuntarily.

"Muyang, hold me again!" Seeing that Muyang was still staring blankly, Liyue pouted and climbed onto his lap, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

In truth, until his dying breath, he remained nothing more than a bastard—a self-inflicted bastard who made a complete fool of himself in the face of love.

But things were different now. Han Yingying no longer had any relationship with Nangong Yu, so Jiang Chengce did not immediately push her away; instead, he even somewhat comfortably indulged in her seductive kisses.

The flicker of hope, ignited for the first time in many days, was snuffed out once more, plunging Wen Yang's expression back into deep gloom.

When it came to physical conquest, Liancheng was a thousand times more familiar with it than he was. This realization both pleased and vexed Jiang Chen.