43 Leopard Cat

It is indeed like this; his gaze was filled with irritation directed at Jiang. Although he might make one feel extremely impulsive, in reality, he had never deceived anyone. As for you, I still hope we can get along well and coexist harmoniously, so as not to end up truly at a loss.

Remaining as boring as ever, after pondering for a moment, Song Chen finally began to explain. His expression matched the barrage of comments scrolling past, resembling a suddenly broadcasted video chat within the voice channel, and you could tell him meaningfully that it would last quite a while.

Had he not worn that embarrassing driver's armor underneath his clothes, it would have been impossible to rule out the possibility of being beaten to death by that earlier horse-stance elbow strike.

"You are so stubborn. Why do you always refuse to trust others?" Zhang Lu turned her face away and said flatly.

In the nick of time, the commander unleashed the disjointed true meaning of martial arts he had just comprehended, carrying the embryonic form of supreme martial momentum, and met the attack with a single punch.

This allowed the energy within the Star Core Stone to neutralize other crystal energies, thereby releasing a continuous, balanced stream of luminous power.

Unable to help taking a low, sharp breath, Song Qiaofan added, "Alright, I'll handle it myself." If the conversation continued any further, he could not guarantee what kind of words he might end up hearing.

"Very well," Shen Chen thought for a moment. Since the situation was becoming complex with many people around, it was neither appropriate nor entirely safe for Paddy to stay over there. It would be better to have her transferred back.

Outside was absolute silence, with no one speaking. After pondering for a brief moment, they began to speak directly, their eyes carrying a trace of despair, feeling that things were simply bound to continue this way.

"If the future of the Chu family rests on this fool, I would say my eldest brother has been far too cautious." Hong Tiannu's eyes were full of disappointment.

Shen Mo took out his phone, dialed Captain Niu's number, and reported all the facts he knew truthfully to him.

Then, using a thunder secret technique, he sealed this mass of tri-colored lightning and tossed it together with the primal thunder crystal for it to devour and absorb.

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Pei Yuetong glanced at the crowd. Although she felt these people would not harm her, compared to them, she trusted Bai Jue even more. With a flash, she stepped into her spatial dimension.

Zhang Dong and Nancheng immediately looked in that direction. Through the gaps between the trees, they could barely catch a glimpse of a faint halo.

In fact, the moment the Snake Empress made her move, the two white-robed Spirit Emperors inwardly shouted that it was bad.

Madam Miao realized that this livestream could no longer bring her any further advantage. Stepping onto the edge of the rooftop, she only needed to take a step backward to jump down, yet she lacked the courage, and the face beneath her mask was already drenched in cold sweat.

Hearing this, Fangya and the others first glanced in the direction of the dark clouds, their expressions changing drastically. Abandoning their roasted meat, they threw down what was in their hands and stood up.

"Don't make it sound like I wanted you to escort me," Lu Fei spat out these disgruntled words and strode away.

"Don't forget that behind Qin Guitian, there is another man!" Chen Weibin reminded.

After finishing her meal, Lu Jingmo picked up the handkerchief on the table to wipe her mouth. Her dark, glass-like pupils held a trace of detachment as her crimson thin lips parted slightly.

Had Yan Chengyang and Nangong He not chosen to launch a desperate counterattack at the end, they most likely would have been sucked into this cloth bag.

Even after Jiang Baizhi's figure completely vanished, he lingered on the spot, unable to recover his senses for a long time. After a long while, Su Ye took a deep breath to calm his emotions. Perhaps, this was what parting felt like. Parting did not necessarily have to take place by the willow-veiled riverbanks or at the ten-li long pavilion; rather, it should happen precisely when it was time to part.

The master of the Youluo Palace and his beloved eldest disciple opened up their hearts, embracing one another, and swept all the misunderstandings between them over the years far beyond the highest heavens.

Ye Feng and Ye Luoyi headed toward the city gate with boundless emotion and surging excitement.

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While the Dowager Empress and Lu Ye were enjoying a harmonious time in the Fengluan Palace, Consort Liang was having a miserable time in the Zhaoyang Palace.

Ji Tong's eyes were reddened from being scolded, but out of everything He Cheng had said, only a single sentence registered in her mind.

This time's Huacai Secret Vault, purely in terms of material value, was several tiers superior to the first Platinum Secret Vault.

Hua Nongyue did not know why Yan Ming was reacting so intensely. Could he be suspecting that this matter was related to her? Even if she knew she would be unable to clear her name even if she jumped into the Yellow River, she still hoped they would believe her.

However, Murong Xue did not get angry, because she believed that Wang Feng's display merely proved he had reached his wit's end—a manifestation of frustrated anger born from having no other recourse.

Liu Fengxi seemed neither to see her tears nor to hear her words. She merely raised her eyes to look at Murong Juechen, awaiting his answer.

At that very moment, Qin Bin's phone suddenly rang. Having barely used his phone recently, he had almost forgotten its existence because Qiu Yudie had not contacted him, and coupled with the endless busywork and the need to cultivate within the ancient painting space, he had temporarily put the matter out of his mind.

"Uh," that was true. Wang Feng was instantly choked up by Murong Fei'er's words; since she had only just returned, how could she possibly know?

"Is that all the ability you have!" Just as everyone was worrying about Qi Jue, he remained utterly fearless, his eyes filled with composure and his tone still overwhelmingly tyrannical. Instead of retreating, he advanced, kicking off with his right leg and swinging his left hand directly to meet the opponent's incoming right fist.

The living room presented a chaotic scene. All over the floor, tables, and walls were scattered wine bottles, cream, and garbage. The coffee table was piled high with snacks and garbage bags.

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