Chapter 61: A Rabbit Should Not Eat the Grass by Its Own Burrow

Gu Shenshen's expression remained indifferent; she herself didn't quite understand why, but in that moment she felt an urge to explain. "His temper isn't the best, so you'd better not get too close to me. Men can be rather frightening when they're jealous." She didn't even manage a proper smile for him.

The warmth on Fu Lin's face gradually faded as he asked, "Is he good to you?"

Before Gu Shen... suddenly, there was a flurry of kneeling sounds as several Jin soldiers began to babble anxiously, some knocking their heads against the floor with resounding thuds.

Since he had already been recognized, Tang Ye simply stepped forward, his tone laced with strangeness. The Second Island Lord frowned, unable to comprehend what Tang Ye was saying. Although Yu Nanzi had lost an arm, he managed to stop the bleeding by turning his internal sword energy upon himself, then swiftly departed.

Gongsun Ba, though on high alert, did not expect Jin Wancheng's move to be so bizarre and swift. He had already raised his hand to shield his eyes, and now hurriedly tried to protect his abdomen as well.

Lin Shu could even hear her own heart pounding; she glanced at Lu Jingran, her lips moving silently, at a loss for words.

Feifei’s clothes were drenched, and though she tried to endure it, the garments clung uncomfortably to her skin. What made it worse was the presence of several men, especially Gao Chunyü, whose lecherous gaze never left her.

Deng Lin trembled with fright, but did not dare hesitate for a second; he turned and crawled on his knees to Long Jun’s side, cowering. Long Jun’s expression was scarcely any better than his.

During this aerial duel, Benzema was completely outmatched by Gary Cahill. Although Benzema was first to take position, he was still easily outjumped by Cahill, who headed the ball away and delivered it to the retreating Modric.

Li Lishan reluctantly left the entrance to Nangong Fei’s house. No one noticed that Nangong Lan, hiding nearby, was so angry she stamped her feet.

The principal’s tone betrayed no emotion, as if he were making a routine inquiry about school matters.

But after Cao Zhang had slain one foe, he saw the second and third already vaulting over the chariot, with even more black-armored soldiers climbing up behind them.

Cheers began to erupt, especially from those who had placed bets; they were so excited they danced and waved their arms.

Xin Zhiyan and Mu Chengxue were sweeping through the jewelry, clothing, and handbag shops on the third floor. They had witnessed the earlier commotion downstairs, and when they saw the main character was someone they knew, they exchanged bewildered glances.

To him, a confession was nothing more than a task—a farce that should have ended long ago.

The title "Marquis of Wucheng" meant little in the Han Dynasty; though few had been ennobled for military merit in recent years, they were certainly not rare.

Learning that the condensation speed of Holy Spirit Water was related to the growth of spiritual power, he became even more determined to cultivate diligently.

In the smoky squalor of the rented apartment, dim lights flickered over a floor littered with beer bottles, melon seed shells, and cigarette butts.

He grumbled inwardly; if his brother hadn't left behind so many shadows, he would have sent him packing long ago.

Lu Qing'er did not participate. The Demon Lord didn't want her to worry, and besides, she was exhausted from traveling, so he sent her off to rest.

What surprised the waiter most was that Yan Jicheng, after hearing his explanation, actually burst out laughing, looking more energetic than before.

Though they longed to imprison or even kill these two members of the divine clan, they knew that was unrealistic.

After climbing halfway up Luoxia Peak, a disheveled figure suddenly sprang out from the underbrush.

They all knew that Lin Yan's ability to cultivate again was already a miracle, but his strength was still limited; he was no match for Zhou Tong.

Because I don't know martial arts, I learned some methods of poisoning and detoxification to protect myself. Since I studied in secret, even my parents had no idea.