Chapter 84: Worries

Master Zhou tossed a packet of antidote to Zhang Xingchang. “President Zhang, I understand the pain of your son losing both his hands, but I must ask you to remain rational!”

Zhang Xingchang received the antidote in a daze, the shock in his heart yet to subside.

So this is the difference between martial artists and ordinary people?

Wang Wanshan, in truth, did not wish to oppose Zhang Xingchang; now, their common enemy was Ye Chen.

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With the sound of a door opening, the ward’s door was slowly pushed ajar, and then the Shadow Demon stepped in.

Chen Qingcheng’s cheeks flushed red; she glared at Chen Xiaoran. “You shameless rascal of a brother, hmph, I’m not talking to you anymore.” She spun on her heel and left.

Yet for some reason, at this moment, the Shadow Demon said nothing at all, as though he stood on Bloodseeker’s side.

I hadn’t expected Xi Jichen, such an upright Taoist, to be so cunning at heart. Still, his actions were not wrong.

We arrived below the city wall, the three of us alighting from the carriage and ascending the stone steps to the top of the ramparts. Along the way, we encountered many soldiers, each diligently performing their duties. Everything was in preparation for war.

At this moment, on the pure white bed lay a seductive and enchanting figure. She wore a set of alluring purple nightwear, her graceful body turned to the side. Her long lashes were like fans, and beneath them, those black eyes were captivating and sultry.

For Fan Dalong’s sake, I had no choice but to agree. Shen Linfeng led me once more up to the rooftop, where the breeze stirred faint traces of memory within me.

“Damn! They must want them alive, right? Lethal weapons shouldn’t come into play, should they?!” Ye Fenglian cried.

I gritted my teeth, my eyes fixed firmly ahead, as an indescribable feeling surged wildly within me.

By now, color had returned to Luo Hao’s once-pale face, though his breath was still somewhat weak. After adjusting his energy, his injuries were mostly stabilized. With continued care, he would recover in a few days.

Perhaps because the film was so brief, the script left even more room for imagination, allowing viewers to immerse themselves in stories their minds filled in.

For this very reason, the imperial court of the Great Zhou had never sent aid to the sea demons deep in the Eastern Sea. They merely ordered Penglai to hold back the black tide, ensuring it did not spread to the shores of the empire.

A kind of pain Vuan Feng had never felt before, unbearable and soul-piercing, seared through him. The vaporous liquid that had welled up instantly retreated into his body.

That day, the scene to be filmed was of the expedition team encountering a sandstorm in the desert, fleeing in their vehicles, losing formation, and becoming separated from one another.

The newly appointed Grand Marshal, lacking confidence in suppressing them, saw his best course as replacing them with his own people.

Yet before he could catch his breath, Lord Taoshan charged forward again, unleashing a palm strike suffused with golden light.

“I think you should get the facts straight first. Your staff yelled ‘robbery’—who comes to rob a supermarket? Even if it was true, the culprit would be at the cash register.”

Though his nephew had submitted and said nothing more to shame him, being stared at so intently by Qin Luo still filled Xiao Meiying with humiliation; her slender, delicate fingers seemed frozen stiff.

The Scorpion, hoping to use the poisonous mist as cover to escape, was delighted when Qin Heng burst in, never expecting his opponent to be so reckless.

Don’t imagine the fashion world is immune to the need for attention. Though they often pride themselves on being above the entertainment industry, who wouldn’t want some heat?

Yet just as Qinghuan stepped inside, she felt the hairs on her arms stand up; it was clear to her this house was unclean.

And after speaking, Qinghuan curiously placed her hand on the stone. To everyone’s surprise, the stone changed color again, this time even lighter than when Li Hengwei had touched it—a shade almost like white jade.