Chapter 44: Holding Something Back

"Wang Wanshan, what do you mean by this?"
Ye Chen stared at Wang Wanshan, whose smile had twisted into something almost grotesque.
Wang Wanshan ignored Ye Chen and instead bent down, whispering softly to Wang Hai, "Son, today I will use the blood of this scoundrel Ye Chen to celebrate your narrow escape from death!"
Wang Hai, who had just regained consciousness, was still dazed...
Ge Jinyou’s heart was thrown into turmoil. In a panic, he raised his hands and summoned all the spiritual power from his dantian, forming a massive shield of light to protect himself. The water dragon, riding the last of its momentum and tremendous force, crashed into the shield. Another earth-shattering roar exploded, like thunder from the heavens, shaking the entire arena.
Every time she went out, she insisted on choosing the finest carriage, dressed herself extravagantly, and even wore a veil.
Now, with her beloved brother gone, she could hardly bear the blow. Her voice had turned hoarse from weeping. Seeing Chen Xiaolu felt like meeting a family member, and she let all her grief pour out.
Though he wanted to press on, Geralt looked at his clansmen’s weary faces and at the exhaustion that Dreu could no longer hide, and finally agreed to Dreu’s request to let everyone stop and rest.
Han Zhiyan sighed, glanced at Gu Mianmian lying on the ground, then at the gown on the floor, and finally took out her phone to make a call.
Her tone was unpleasant—something Gu Mianmian had been holding in since she got in the car, waiting for a chance to vent.
That night, the two of them indulged in their passion once again. He Lan pleaded for mercy from exhaustion. Fearing he might really wear her out, Ji Yao relented, tenderly wiped her down, and held her as they drifted off to sleep.
Master Qi Mi sat by candlelight in the seat of honor at Jiayu Hall, reviewing recent records of Jiayu River. At a glance, she uncovered numerous loopholes. As she had expected, the Realman Qingyu, who had managed Jiayu River for nearly sixty years, was as solid as iron while disciples came and went like flowing water. If she hadn’t looked, it would have been one thing, but now even someone as prepared as Master Qi Mi was taken aback by the extent of the mismanagement.
Meanwhile, Abel had already finished casting his spell—a blazing fireball appeared in his hand and leaped toward the chieftain of the Blood Axe Clan.
Of course, He Biting didn’t think she was inferior either; after all, she was the only new recruit who had graduated from a top university.
As Lin Feng entered the public relations department’s office, he saw Zhang Tingting gazing at him with shy admiration. In the past, Zhang Tingting had never acted like this—he had never seen her so bashful before.
"Ahem, let the match continue!" The man in white, his voice authoritative, coughed loudly to quell the commotion.
Weapons and magical implements were divided into four ranks: Soul, Spirit, Saint, and Arcane. The first two were common, but in the Sacred Spring Light Domain, saintly artifacts were exceedingly rare, not to mention those of arcane grade.
As Yuan Jinpei had said, the false Yan Zhao imprisoned in the cell had been drugged and was muddle-headed, unable to form coherent sentences, and spent his days in a stupor—yet could still eat, drink, and take care of basic needs.
Gu Yilin snorted coldly, showing not a hint of fear. If he dared to draw his gun, he had never feared death.
Yet when the villagers saw Liang Fan acting so arrogantly, they felt reassured by his confidence, believing he must be certain of victory over the Azure Wolf Tribe.
With Long Feichi’s words, the faces of Prince Annan and Su Liuli changed instantly. In the great hall, the dancers were still performing, but Long Feichi singled out Su Liuli to dance for him. How could a princess be treated like a mere entertainer? If he weren’t drunk, it would be hard not to suspect he was deliberately humiliating the Annan royal household.
Tao Jie grew anxious at his dismal results, unsure how he could face Lin Feng. If he submitted them as they were, would he be scolded mercilessly? And if he falsified the data, would Lin Feng’s anger be even worse once the truth came out?
The elevator had stopped at the second floor. I stared intently at the doors, waiting for them to open.