Chapter 171 He Really Minds, Doesn't He?

Lin Lu watched Qu Jing's radiant expression and was truly happy for her, yet she still offered a word of caution: "Lü Xu won't be so easy to brush off this time."

Lü Xu was just as stubborn as his brother. Lin Lu did not believe he truly loved Qu Jing; it was merely an overwhelming sense of possessiveness. The harder something was to obtain, the more he would strive to seize it. The Lu family...

What Zhao Yi needed was not a master, but a sense of familial connection—something that would provide him with a feeling of security and someone he could truly rely on.

Indeed, this concept was far too esoteric. Aside from Hao Xuanyin, no one in the industry believed in it, which was why, even after he developed his automatic power transfer device, it went completely unnoticed for over a year.

Chen Tianxiu had no interest in joining any taekwondo club and was preparing to leave. Suddenly, he caught sight of the name of a club that caused him to stop in his tracks.

Old Daoist Jia and Liu Futang were both startled awake by his shouting. They pushed open their doors and asked, "Why are you howling like a banshee in the middle of the night? Has some blind fool stepped on your tail?"

Throughout the summer vacation, Ning Dai traveled to three countries with Qiao Lin. She occasionally posted photos of different landscapes to her friends' circle, but the incident where she flaunted luxury goods happened only once.

Pop, pop, pop—great bursts of sparks erupted where their gazes met, the sound and power of it utterly terrifying.

A few of them shone their flashlights toward the scene and saw a pitch-black monster, its tongue thrust deep into the brain of a corpse, its mouth covered in thick, pus-colored gore.

However, precisely because they were minors, in the strict legal sense, the owners of this company were not Xue Xiaoxue, Mo Xiaoxiao, or any of their peers.

Yang Shifei never imagined that, despite never having met Wang Yuanhu, someone would pay a high price to hire an assassin to deal with him. What was even more infuriating was that, given his abilities, he was only valued at two hundred thousand—even lower than Yun Long. If Yang Shifei knew this, he would surely be hopping mad.

Looking at Xiao Yuqi, who was clinging to his thigh like a medicinal plaster, Xiao Ye felt utterly helpless.

The previously calm internet suddenly exploded due to the appearance of a single video. It spread like wildfire, instantly sweeping across the entire landscape, leaving countless people wide awake and discussing it all night long.

A while later, Zhou Donghuang and his companions finally entered. Because they had purchased inner-circle tickets, their seats were very close to the stage.

He focused his gaze and saw that at the center of the dome, corresponding to the circular hole in the disk, was a delicate, translucent orb, grey-black in color throughout.

Almost the moment it was confirmed that the rabies vaccine was effective, within five minutes, major media outlets began reporting it one after another. Push notifications flooded in, and the trending search lists were completely dominated by "Divine Doctor Y."

The Miasma Forest was terrifying—a forbidden zone within the Abyss of the Wasteland. After the three thousand warriors gathered for the siege entered the forest, they huddled together.

"Vermilion Fruit? And three of them?" Ye Lingchen gasped, his gaze toward Li Qi changing instantly. What a spendthrift, what an absolute spendthrift!

A loud clang of metal on stone rang out. The force of that punch was at least a hundred thousand pounds; while it couldn't kill the Undying Heavenly Soldier, it succeeded in knocking it back.

Hearing Yu Guoguang's words, Yu Sheng found it laughable. What was his motive for wanting to know the current status of her relationship with Shen Hanshi?

Soul pointed a finger, and the iron spear transformed back into an earthen one. The spearhead grew thin and sharp, continuing its thrust toward the center of Ren Buji's brow. Soul was certain that at this distance, Ren Buji would be unable to dodge. Sure enough, the tip of the earthen spear sank into Ren Buji's head, but not a single drop of blood leaked out. Soul frowned, feeling no resistance as if it hadn't pierced anything at all.

She never slept soundly; she was always being woken up to do chores. Over time, her sleep quality had become poor.

Otherwise, given my feelings for Tyranitar, wouldn't it be Tyranitar appearing in every single battle?