Chapter 138: Brother Tiger

Xu Xiao sat in Ye Feng's car. "Brother Feng, I am becoming increasingly curious about you. You live in a villa, yet you drive such an understated car." "You are right, I am just low-key. I don't want to get a sports car and have everyone stare at me like a monkey in a zoo wherever I go. Comfort is what matters; I don't care much for the gaze of others," Ye Feng replied. Suddenly, noticing the cup in Ye Feng's car, she immediately...

"Understood! Thank you, Brother Yi Hua!" Wang Jie was on the verge of tears as she pulled Zhang Yu and the lobby manager of the Zhenghua Hotel away to change and get ready.

The police officer in charge of security knew Chen Ping, so there was no need for the tedious process of verifying his identity. Chen Ping walked straight into the house.

It was unclear whether Xu Jing was drunk or genuinely exhausted, but Liu Yi Hua naturally wanted to tease her a bit further.

The master of the early Nine-Star realm behind the moon gate heaved a long sigh, though for what reason, none could say.

Could it be that Zhou Qian had turned over a new leaf? Or had he been completely broken by the combined pressure from Chen Ping and Xiao Shufei, leaving him with no choice but to compromise since he saw no hope left?

Therefore, Huang He had no choice but to stand up and teach Huang Yifan a harsh lesson. He did this to appease Ye Lingzhi; it was Huang Yifan's own fault—who told him to speak when he shouldn't have?

After struggling for quite a while, Liu Yi Hua finally managed to remove the voluminous evening gown, revealing Han Yun's exquisite and alluring body before him.

Qi Xueyan had grown up among the cunning and shrewd; how could she not understand the hidden meaning in Liu Yi Hua's words? It was just inconvenient to speak plainly in front of Su Yun. It was not difficult to figure out. How could such a major matter fall to a deputy director of the government office to handle? This situation definitely had something to do with Liu Yi Hua; there was no doubt about it.

"Power, electric lights, firearms, the operation of humanoid machines—all of these were inspirations drawn from his broken, battered body. I finally realized that even for a race with low demonic power, as long as the mind can keep up, there will come a day when one receives recognition." As he spoke, the Kappa tapped his own head.

Qing Wu was in no better state; a fine layer of sweat had emerged on her forehead, glistening with iridescent light under the sun.

Suddenly, her tears became uncontrollable, falling one by one. Rong Shaojin anxiously reached out his hands to wipe them away.

Yun Fei swung another slap. With a crisp sound, both of Ling'er's cheeks swelled high, the marks of five fingers clearly visible. Ling'er collapsed to her knees with a thud, sobbing softly.

The masked man was just about to offer a few words of comfort when he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps running in their direction. It must have been Yang Tian's earlier scream that drew the attention of others. It would be inappropriate for her to be seen in such disarray.

Hearing this, Hua Jiaoniang burst into tears. Li Yuanhao held her tightly, and she bit down hard on his shoulder; Li Yuanhao allowed her to vent her pain.

On the day Shen Mingxuan departed, Lin Chuxia stayed in Shen Mingle's palace for the night and only returned the next day, accompanied by Shen Mingle.

"My people—you should return them to me." Helan Yao extended her hand, signaling for Qin Botian to move his body from in front of Ning Ruxi.

As the Empress Dowager grew older, her energy was not what it used to be. Now, with other burdens on her mind, she lacked the patience for such formalities. After exchanging a few more words with Lady An and giving her a firm warning, she dismissed her. Su Ruhuai was also told to pay her respects and return to Luming Terrace to pack.

The Mingguang Palace was quite dilapidated now. In the past, even in winter, the palace would be surrounded by deep and light shades of green from the evergreen trees, but now, even the heavy snow could not conceal the withered and decaying leaves.

"Don't worry, my life is tough," Helan Yao smiled. This life of hers had been snatched straight from the hands of the King of Hell; if even the King of Hell couldn't do anything to her, who else could?