Volume One, Chapter 35: Your Ex-wife Has Quite a Few Suitors

As Maodoudu asked her question, Gu Zixin’s sharp gaze immediately shot toward Gu Jingyan, his expression clearly warning, “Think carefully before you speak, or don’t blame me for being ruthless.” Gu Jingyan swallowed nervously. “The foundation is fairly solid, but there are plenty of flaws.”

[Function]: It is an excellent building material, capable of increasing the power of enchantment while also enhancing durability. It can improve the overall attributes of stone-type creatures. However, the stone used must be stronger than the Demon Stone Solution; otherwise, the solution will corrode it, making the effort futile.

After a round of complaints directed at Chen Xi for ten seconds, the phone call ended, and dormitory 234 fell into silence once more.

She had often wished she had been born in ancient times, so she could marry Wang Feng and become his wife. She truly did not care about Lin Yuehan; even if she could only have half of Wang Feng’s love, she would be deeply satisfied.

Gu Cun leaned out, aiming his sniper rifle to take out Shen Luo. Shen Luo quickly reloaded, and at that moment, another shot was fired in a flash.

“In the face of great danger, the King acts thus only to avoid the ridicule of the world,” Yue Beirong replied respectfully.

The ghost creatures mentioned by his sister weighed heavily on his shoulders, but that was his nature; the greater the pressure, the more exhilarated he felt.

Shui Qing pouted, her face full of grievance. “Fine, everything I do is wrong. I’ve worried for nothing. In the future, even if you burn the house down, I won’t care anymore.” A careless remark, but who could have guessed it would turn into a prophecy.

Grenades rained down, exploding one after another. Someone dashed onto the satellite building’s second-floor balcony and jumped down, only to be shot dead by Shen Luo amid a hail of gunfire.

Third Sister Lin Yi grumbled as she prepared to return to the training center in the afternoon for more flight training.

Lu Chen couldn’t help but wonder: is love really the way everyone imagines? Must it be about sleeping together and doing certain things?

Zhou Chang narrowed his eyes; though he scolded his younger brother, his cold gaze swept back and forth between Lin Hai and Huang Yuan, full of hostility.

After speaking, Master Wuchao pressed his palms together, and the sky erupted in a shower of blood. A golden cicada appeared, glanced at Master Wuchao, and flew off into the distance.

Everyone believed he owed everything to his uncle, but only he knew that it was all earned by his own strength.

“Don’t try to get chummy with me. I don’t care who you are—anyone who causes trouble on Holy Poison Mountain must die,” Pang Xin said bluntly.

After his joy, he became anxious; such a wonderful place came at too high a price for lodging.

This was what Wu Yong thought after hearing Xiang Xiangna’s words, though in reality, Wei Qiong and Xiang Xiangna’s conversation continued.

Lu Ming decided to personally escort Lu Chen to the hospital, having already found out which one was best. That way, the old couple wouldn’t witness the scene and be further saddened.

The batch of white pills was transported from South Korea, and the freight company belonged to Zhang Chao’s business, called “Integrated Logistics.”

Those thugs who had been beaten got up, not even knowing their own names, crying and cursing as they scrambled away, never daring to utter another word.

“I didn’t!” Fang Mengqing protested miserably, a stark contrast to her earlier defiant demeanor.

“Of course I know!” Shimura Yang said, then his shadow clone began infusing the Rasengan with Samadhi True Fire! The scene left Tsunade utterly shocked. Was this even possible? The Rasengan is already an A-rank ninjutsu! Could it be that this isn’t even his limit?

Yiyao opened her mouth to argue, but words failed her, leaving a basketful of grievances unspoken. She could only stare coldly at Ju Long, her mind racing to figure out what tricks he was playing. Unexpectedly, Ju Long suddenly knelt on one knee, gazing at Yiyao with deep affection. Her heart trembled, a sensation she couldn’t describe.

“Hurt?” Yiyao looked the stone-faced hermit up and down; as hard as rock, could he even feel pain?

Wenxin’s face was icy as golden threads of light coiled from her long staff, wrapping around the neck of the decapitated man.

Su Rumeng, who had made her way in the Baixiaosheng organization, arrived in a hurry. The Shangqing Tower, though a news hub for the organization, was hardly a respectable place.

Only here, with Yezi, did Lei Manyu truly feel what it meant to make magic into an art.

“Could it be another unreliable rumor? Last time, someone said something huge happened in the Garden of the Gods, but even now no one has figured out what actually occurred,” said the dark elf.

Yet, her sealing technique was only halfway done when Zhuyouzha appeared before her, producing a dagger from who knows where and slashing fiercely at her wrist.

Cao Cao seemed to hear it, his eyes softening for a moment before the resolve returned. He knew that he and Yuan Shao were destined to walk separate paths.

Zhang Ye looked out at the battling police, instantly transforming into his Ascended Omnipotent Form. He gave a thumbs-up to a Shun, then shattered the glass and dove toward the fighting Gurangi below.