Chapter Fifty-One: Searching for Someone

"Qiqi, it's alright, let's go teach that guy a lesson," Jiang Chao patted Zheng Qi's shoulder in comfort. "Forget it, it's better to avoid trouble when we can," Zheng Qi looked at Jiang Chao with a pitiful expression. "No way! A man who hits a woman isn't a man at all. I can't stand men like that," Jiang Chao said. At that, a clear expression appeared on Zheng Qi's face...

Han Shaoxun's voice, though not loud, was filled with hostility. Ye Moxi was momentarily choked, a flash of panic crossing her eyes.

The sudden rise to fame had changed her life; she had now been pushed out of her psychological comfort zone.

"Hang on, just bear with it for a moment," Bai Ziyang gripped onto whatever he could to steady himself—turns out it was my collar and backpack.

Fatty still knew nothing of what happened last night, but he was very clear about what he had done. As for his motives, Long Jianfei had a plan: using Fatty as an alibi. Otherwise, deceiving people like Bing Leurong would be no easy feat, and Fatty’s timely arrival was just what was needed.

Cheng Yan instantly understood, though she couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. After all, so much time had passed—why was this news only coming out now? Her eyes swept to the reporter's name—"Lin Jing." She murmured the name to herself. Could it be the same reporter she’d seen at the racetrack that day?

I know that, in fact, he wasn’t wrong to do what he did. If someone cannot be brought to your side and is bound to become your enemy, it's better to eradicate the threat than to let the tiger return to the mountain.

When Lin Mu came out after washing up, Tang Wei was already busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

Lin Feng actually wanted to ask what had happened at Zhang Chaoyang’s house after he left that day. After all, now that he was back, he would inevitably have to deal with Zhang Chaoyang in the future—there was no avoiding it.

During the third period, Wu Tong walked into the empty basketball gym and saw Zhang Ruofeng practicing extra drills—it didn't surprise him at all.

Take the Venice event as an example—aside from Quentin, it’s said there are five other judges. That raises some questions.

Wu Meier very much hoped to be rid of the poison in her body, so she could spend more time with He Jingxuan. But if fate would have it this way, then she only wanted to cherish every moment and be with He Jingxuan as best she could.

"I still remember when Xiuxiu was giving birth, the midwife heated up a rusty knife until it was red-hot and just plunged it in there."

If your IG relies on a single afk player in the early game, why shouldn’t I just pick a versatile champion like Nunu, set up counterganks and vision, and make sure my lane heroes don’t get caught by you?

Faced with such a killing move, Zhou Chuyun didn’t retreat but advanced. Pushing off with his right foot, he became a blur, darting forward, while the dagger in his hand turned into a blue flash, shooting toward Piaoxu's eyes.

"I don’t know either. If I ever reach a level where I can change my own form, I suppose I could decide my own gender," said the Dark Tree Spirit.

At the first quarter of the hour of the Serpent, the grand exchange officially began. The hosts, of course, were Li Yin and the renowned socialite of the Imperial Capital, Fan Jingjing.

Those pitch-black pupils glanced left and right in confusion, but didn’t spot Wang Hu’s trace. Only then did they slowly merge into the curtain of thunder.

The one who struck was naturally Qin Chuan. He had already learned about the Nine-Winged Dragon’s identity when soul-searching the Twin-Headed Demon. Seeing them arrive at the Blue Ice Palace, he guessed their purpose.

After the Celestial Court’s wanted notice vanished into the horizon, Zhou Lei sat upon the Snow Wolf Ox. The Snow Wolf Ox trod on black clouds, heading in the direction Zhou Lei indicated.

On the last day of the National Day holiday, Luo Feng drove to the military academy. Sun Ziqing rarely got time off—even during the holiday she had to stay at school—so Luo Feng didn’t have many chances to see her.

"You're still hiding, even after being surprised!" Zhuo Tian smiled faintly at Wu Shuai, hands gripping his sword, raising it toward the heavens, preparing to unleash the move he had used before in the Ancient Sword Illusion.