Volume 1, Chapter 55: Midnight Alarm (Part 2)

It is just a pity that the middle-aged man had poor vision. Xie Yifan was not only not crazy, nor was he foolish; it was simply that, in Xie Yifan's eyes, anyone who wanted to obtain something had to pay a price. In this world, there is no such thing as a free lunch without paying.

Furious, Carlin wanted to strike, but suddenly found himself completely unable to move, staring in terror at Marquis Leyden before him.

Yan Ruyu glanced at her sideways, said nothing, flicked her lapels, and walked away with her usual graceful and swaying gait.

That was their formal first meeting... not counting the time she had previously sneaked into the Emperor's Dragon Garden.

Shifting her gaze, she met Nian Liang's eyes directly, only to see him looking at her with a slight frown, revealing a trace of confusion.

Mo Nancheng said nothing, his expression remaining entirely unchanged. He simply looked at the President, his dark eyes cold and devoid of warmth, mixed with boundless and unfathomable gloom.

Both the elder sister and younger brother had come over, and he was able to converse directly with Elder Ou. It seemed the Yu family and the Ou family shared a rather good relationship.

This was not the result he wanted. He preferred to proceed step by step, following his own plan methodically, and would not allow anyone to disrupt it.

Yet at this moment, apart from dodging, Di Yanyi did not launch any counterattacks, which Cheng Xinyan found extremely strange.

Looking back at the thatched cottage, under the force of that palm strike, it could finally hold out no longer. Like a collapsing core, with a loud crash, it smashed toward Tang Yaotian, and the entire framework of the house came down.

When Li Yiming hurried back to the station, he saw Wang Hu sitting in the office with a dark expression, the ashtray in front of him piled high with cigarette butts.

Behind the portholes, the marines continuously spat tongues of fire from the machine guns and assault rifles in their hands.

If she were merely someone else's wife, it would be one thing, but having already lost her chastity in an illicit affair, she inevitably felt somewhat diminished and unable to hold her head high in front of her lover.

Every word spoken by Li Yiming struck Yang Zonghe's chest like a heavy hammer. At this moment, his face was deathly pale, and bean-sized cold sweat dripped from his temples, pattering audibly onto the floor.

Wei Xu truly could not comprehend what Lü Bu was thinking. What virtue or ability did that ugly fellow possess to command the troops in southeastern Yanzhou?

"Bah! Hypocritical sanctimonious bitches, you two dead bodhisattvas!" The young man in white could not help cursing the two of them.

Jia Xu indeed did not know what Dong Zhuo's ultimate objective was, but Jia Xu knew very well how he should assist Dong Zhuo.

"It's useless! Light has no effect whatsoever on Dimo! Hahaha!" Locke burst into laughter, casting a sidelong glance at the princess watching his match from the outside.

Both the Xieling Iron Cavalry and the White Horse Yi Cong relied on overwhelming shock force to shatter the enemy's formation and thereby achieve victory.

Hearing his father Sheng Hong's words, Changlin remembered that the wedding between his fourth elder sister and cousin Zijun was still more than a month away, which indeed conflicted somewhat with the departure date given by the Emperor. Although he wanted to attend his fourth sister's wedding before setting off, considering the current situation in the Northwest, Sheng Changlin did not wish to delay any further.

The moment the five cultivators of Xuanhuan were sucked into the whirlpool, Lingxin and Mingkong, who were currently dealing with the aftermath of the immemorial kalpa, felt a sudden emptiness in their hearts, as if something vital had left them forever.

Thus Guo Yong simply stared up at the starry sky on the boat, gazing upward... watching the sky change bit by bit. At some point, the massive object that had obstructed his vision seemed to have vanished, because a vast amount of dust began to fall from the sky—that irritating dust.

However, he would not refuse his son's earnest gesture, so Bai Tiao set out once more to pick and sort the silkworm cocoons. After all, regardless of whether its reputation was genuine or illusory, this item contained the word "divine" in its name, and ordinary methods truly could not be applied to it casually.

Like all third-rate villains, Tang Qu let out a vicious provocation, lowered his head, and slowly raised it again, the wound on his chest cleaved open by an axe blade still shockingly gruesome.

It was only then that the young man realized he had been somewhat impolite. But since that senior brother had spoken, he had no choice but to leave dejectedly amidst the reprimands of his two companions, leaving behind those four and Meng Tian's group of three.

"The student surpasses the master. My nephew is indeed exceptionally talented and brilliant to be able to think of all this. Your future is boundless indeed," Shi Da praised.

Even though they had talked late into the night until the early hours of the morning, Chou Wuwei still maintained his good daily routine, climbing out of bed just as the sun rose.

"That's right! Xue..." Seeing Meng Tian react, Bai Tiao instantly became excited, but before he could finish his sentence, Meng Tian raised a hand to interrupt him.

There was another question: the giant outer wall was indestructible, which meant there had to be a defensive mechanism network in place. However, whenever a mechanism network existed, its internal construction should be impossible to see through. So how had he managed to see right through the giant's body?

Hundreds of missiles flew toward the Shadow Fiend in the sky at the exact same moment, their long white smoke trails instantly obscuring the entire sky.

Wissger suggested opening a special column on major web portals or releasing it directly within the software. This might have been a good idea, but Mike Dyson, having followed Han Jun for so long, always focused on one core principle in publicity: influence.

Yet when they looked closely at the promotional signs and descriptions around the exhibition booth, discovering that this was actually a domestically produced automobile, they were utterly stunned.