Chapter 130: I Want to Grow Old With You

Zhu Tingting felt deeply insulted and shivered with dread. She believed that even if she were disheveled and unkempt, her spirit remained intact, and she deserved better than to be looked down upon.

"You... I think you are blind. A phony woman like Lu Jianwei, and yet you all treat her like a fairy." Zhu Tingting laughed mockingly. "What exactly is so good about her?"

Gu Huaizheng’s gaze was sharp as a blade. "Are you sure you want to speak ill of my wife in front of me?"

Zhu Tingting.

Across the vast, boundless ocean connecting the Empire and the Kingdom, Ling sat atop the giant robot, Patil-Matir, soaring high in the sky with her eyes fixed on the radar screen.

They never expected that in the end, they would still be unable to escape their grim fate in this place, ultimately vanishing into the raging inferno, leaving behind not a single trace of their existence.

Seeing this, He Bin was about to get up and go out to meet Wang Zhi when six or seven traffic police officers suddenly surged into the bar. As soon as they entered, they stared at Wang Zhi with predatory intent.

"William, after the match is over, how does the arena deal with the losing contestants?" Wang Zhi took the opportunity to ask. He had just noticed that although Paul Will was at death's door, he was not beyond saving, so he probed for information.

Sima Feng was deep in thought when the doorbell suddenly rang. He opened his eyes and glanced at the young man beside him, signaling him to answer the door.

The Green Ghost Venerable had missed the best opportunity to kill Heng Yi, yet even at the moment of his death, he still believed that it was Heng Yi who had missed the chance to kill him easily much earlier.

It was hard to tell when it had begun, but the sky had gradually turned gloomy. Dark, ominous clouds pressed down from mid-air, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

This was a dilemma; one could not have both the fish and the bear's paw. For a moment, Yao Liang did not know how to respond.

"What is so urgent?" Zhao Kelin frowned. Marshall's status in Nokia was no lower than his, and he had been at headquarters longer, but regardless, knocking before entering—especially when entering the president's office—was basic courtesy. How could he just barge in like that?

A solid shield formation was his way of guarding against that old fox Tuoba Yan, who might not be entirely honest; it could not be allowed to be broken.

A series of shattering sounds echoed out. The immortal laws of the three blue-robed men collided with Lin Tian's most powerful Immortal Dao Reincarnation Map, but they only held for a brief moment before being utterly pulverized.

At the critical moment, a divine rainbow streaked across the horizon, and a crushing, overwhelming pressure descended. A bolt of black light struck like lightning, blocking all the attacks directed at Yang Tian.

Chen Qieniu sat in the carriage, sharing a blanket with Lady Fan. The driver was the top courtesan of the Liuli Pavilion, a woman he had long heard of but never met—an ethereal, heavenly figure. Even though Chen Qieniu was not one for sentimental melancholy, he could not help but secretly sigh at the fickleness of life. After entering the carriage, Lady Fan kept her eyes closed and remained silent, deep in thought.

Chen Qieniu turned to walk away a few steps, then looked back to see her gazing longingly at him; but the moment she saw him look back, she averted her eyes.

Various factions in Japan were greatly shocked, and all eyes turned toward the powerful emergence of the Great Ming Dynasty.

At the same time, her bringing this demon to this place was by no means accidental. She knew the beautiful fugitive being hunted was here, and so she intentionally let the demon see that person.

If they could not defeat them head-on, they would take a roundabout path: crash the entire plane and perish together! That was Dio's instruction.

Black divine flames intertwined throughout the starry sky, surging and rolling as they transformed into an ocean of black fire, pressing down upon Lin Tian.

I laughed heartily, then stepped on my own coat with my shoe. Never, never had I felt so ashamed of myself.

The young man lay on his side, back to Old Li, motionless. His head was shattered, with red and white brain matter splattered across the ground. Beneath him was a large pool of blood, appearing eerie and terrifying in the interplay of the pale moonlight and the dim streetlights.