Chapter Forty-Four: Envy, Jealousy, and Hatred

Such a situation怎么能让Ning Qing at ease. Watching Xue Lengyu slowly walk out. Ning Qing wanted to open his mouth to stop her, but he opened his mouth without making any sound. At this time, no amount of comfort was of any use.

"My. Brother Hu's identity is somewhat inconvenient, as you know." Liu Fei pinched out the cigarette in his hand, lit another one, and said.

A few words and they were at odds; Zhuobufan was a bit angry. Since no news could be obtained from the Guard Department, he let the matter drop.

Hesitating between these two places, Ye Ci decided to go and take a look at the humid rainforest. She seemed to remember seeing a post before, which said that there was a werewolf in the humid rainforest, and if one was lucky, they might encounter a pretty good quest. Although Ye Ci knew her luck was terrible, she still decided to try her luck.

This was a magic weapon crafted by a Buddhist powerhouse imitating the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Linglong Pagoda. Naturally, since it was an imitation, it inevitably had its shortcomings.

From then on, within that mutant tribe, there was an extra memorial day named after a fool with the surname Zheng. They were filled with hope and yearning, anticipating that every year there would be such a fool delivering himself to their doorsteps, allowing them to thoroughly take advantage of him and achieve a life of ease without working.

Therefore, East Immortal instantly felt that life had lost its meaning, with no idea where the path ahead lay. As for Aizen, although she felt full of gratitude toward him and was willing to die in his service, when Aizen also perished, all of this drifted away with the wind.

To be honest, while Kadet's behavior was worrying, it was not enough to make Lin Yufeng care this much. Sure enough, what he said next was the main point of this time.

Although money can make the ghost push the mill, and although money is certainly not everything, there are times and matters that money simply cannot resolve.

Xu Zuoyan hurriedly pulled Ye Kaicheng's hand to remind him, but obviously without his reminder, Ye Kaicheng had already seen it.

"There is no such thing in this era, perhaps Izumo has it. But Mister Sinister cannot be in league with Theta, otherwise they could have acted much more fatally and thoroughly," Tang Yu thought for a moment and said.

The Eagle Man was inside the large tent, without his eagle-skin hat made of animal hide. His hair hung down long like silk, looking as though it had just been combed.

Looking at the youth with tightly closed eyes, Wu Ruoshi lowered her head and kissed his forehead. Her expression, however, suddenly paused, and her sharp, phoenix-like eyes pierced toward the sleeve of Liu Yunzhi, her gaze cold and devoid of warmth.

"As long as we cherish the days we spend together,"—such mushy words of affection were something Dongfang Ruoxue, constrained by her modesty, blushed and simply could not bring herself to say.

Whether it was their own Wan Tongtian, Hong Lian, and Xia Qingfeng, or the enemy's Yamato Sakito and Yun Tianlan, everyone nodded without exception.

With Bowu's rallying cry, everyone worked together with one heart and vied to be the first, a force of invincible magic flowing into Lu Zexi's shoulder all at once. Instantly, the axe's energy surged, and that white mist was immediately destroyed. With a clear sound, the door opened.

She had always believed that everything she experienced in her past life was decreed by fate, the heavens itself working against her. And now she finally understood that everything she had gone through had a cause. All the coincidences she thought they were had always been under the calculations of others.

Qin Su held their contracts of indenture in her hand, and before this true mistress, Old Woman Li did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

If these words had been spoken by someone else, they might have carried a hint of jealousy. Yet when Qin Yanzhen uttered them, her tone was exceedingly ordinary, letting anyone know at once that her modesty was genuine and her praise was sincere, utterly devoid of any falsehood.

"Yiyan, would you please show some mercy? Sigh... Now I finally realize that a Ferris wheel cannot represent everyone's happiness, at least not mine," Bai Tong feigned sorrow.

"Nan. You must come on that day, oh," Meiliuli lay on the bed of the master bedroom. Her sweet voice stopped Leng Junhao in his tracks as he passed by the doorway.

"She said, Gu Yiyan wants you to hold a press conference, saying you are going to get married and take her as your wife!" Shui Qinger repeated what Lian Ruoye had said before losing consciousness.

"Who has a telepathic connection with you! If the news of you and Qiao Muchen holding a wedding weren't flying all over the sky, I still wouldn't have known about this damn thing! Stop trying to buddy up with me, woman," Mo Xi's tone was completely unpolite.

No one dared to make a mistake; this was no joking matter. Junyao only stepped on the odd-numbered stairs ahead, and thus they reached another doorway once more.

"Although it was a sneak attack, being able to kill two people means the young hero's cultivation is truly remarkable." Qian Qianshan offered superficial praise, but deliberately emphasized the words "sneak attack."

"Chu Shiyu, you really misunderstood her!" Nuo took the cassette and handed it to Chu Shiyu, hoping she would watch the tape so she would understand what had happened.

Having been conscious for quite a while, He Tao slowly opened his eyelids. As his vision transitioned from blurred to clear, he heard someone let out a long sigh of relief and heard people talking.

Ryan kept saying that Fang Shuyao was recovering extremely well. How could he refuse to trust science and instead dwell on his own internal illusions? Gradually, he calmed himself down, accompanying Fang Shuyao every night for walks by the seaside. Gradually, their social circle also expanded.

Although the two of them seemed to be constantly bickering, lately, this kind of life always made him feel a lingering sweetness.

Centered around the dilapidated Taoist temple, within a radius of five kilometers, countless overt and covert sentries were scattered about. Not only did troops patrol continuously at vantage points and special areas, but snipers were also lying in ambush.

Feeling the burning pain in his lungs, Ye Feng frowned, looking at the Tantan Shield protecting his body.

Chen Jing felt inwardly startled while simultaneously letting out a soft shout. Dark clouds churned in the sky, and thunder fell.

Even the referee on the side watched with a pounding heart. He Qiang's punch created a sound of tearing through the air wherever it passed, and the magnitude of its power can well be imagined.