Pitiful

Hearing the police siren, Xu Nuo finally remembered there was still business to attend to. She stood up and scanned her surroundings, but the old woman was nowhere to be seen. She asked Hu Yang to help manage the scene and wait for the police. Hu Yang stared at the spot where the head had vanished and nodded.

"Relax, we came here to enjoy the mountains and waters!" Yuan Hui, on the other hand, looked entirely at ease, occasionally letting out a chuckle that startled the birds in the forest into flight.

Lu Lingqi now only hoped that the matter of the vicious visitors from beyond the heavens could be resolved as soon as possible, so she could accompany her grandfather to find some mortal town and, in accordance with his wish, reopen a medicine shop where she could find leisure amidst her busyness and joy amidst her leisure.

As this army of two hundred and fifty thousand launched its attack, four of the five undead on Karen's side made their moves at the very first moment.

"Then find her a good family and see who would want her. If it weren't for this Shi Yong being a bit older and his family rather poor, no one would even be willing to marry her! She has been reduced to this state simply because you always spoil her," Father Xie said with displeasure.

Wang Jie was hospitalized. He was in no rush regarding Lin Ming; school would start in two days, and by then, he would make Lin Ming kneel before the entire school to wash away his humiliation, while also having people investigate where Lin Ming had learned his martial arts.

Aoxue turned her head and was startled to see him in such a state. Although he had completely unleashed the earthly fire and extreme ice, he was still far too weak in front of the Dragon King.

This junior sister rarely took the initiative to strike up conversations with others. Lu Lingqi, having parents and a grandfather, only wished to return as soon as possible to enter the realm of the Primordial Pearl.

"My senior brother has some matters to attend to recently and might be delayed for a few days, but rest assured, he will definitely be here within ten days," Ma Qiang promised.

"Although we are not spies, of course, in many situations we end up doing work similar to spies. What I'm thinking about right now, though, is when we will finally have our own ships and aircraft. Even though the Doctor got us a shared harbor, it's all useless without the corresponding supporting equipment," Ghost Shadow said.

"Is that so?" Wang Yitian chuckled and said, "Then it seems you are bound to be disappointed after all. Domain of the Demon God!" A fierce murderous intent burst forth abruptly from Wang Yitian's body, instantly shattering the succubus domain that these succubi had painstakingly formed.

As soon as he descended, he was met with a thick stench of blood. The men in black at the entrance were sprawled out in all directions, dead.

On the contrary, Prince Xian's luck, or rather his ability, was quite decent, allowing him to escape danger by the skin of his teeth under the Emperor's very nose every single time, though it was inevitably at the cost of some injuries and bloodshed.

Seeing the two factions in the audience arguing more and more fiercely, Shen Jiale loudly called for everyone to quiet down, and then addressed them: "Since everyone has differing opinions, why don't we decide by a vote?" After Shen Jiale finished speaking, no one below the stage said anything further; everyone felt this was a very fair decision.

With these thoughts in mind, the melody in her hands grew cold, and a melancholy, lingering mood drifted through the air. As she finished playing, a few clear tears fell upon the zither, moistening the instrument's surface before her chest.

At this moment, Fang Gang smiled coldly at me and said, "Why? You fucking ask me why? Did you forget when you beat me up last night? Now you're asking me why?"

A cold gaze, a cold blade, and a cold tone—like three sharp knives, they slashed the tiger snake's soul into disarray and tatters.

The so-called hiring of flying beasts referred to the existence of such shops on the continent, typically found in market towns. These beasts were trained or fitted with restraining collars to be used as transport for long-distance travel and combat.

Wang Yitian felt a sudden chill run through his entire body. Compensation? Aside from being somewhat handsome, he had absolutely nothing else. What could he possibly compensate him with? Damn it, for one man to compensate another man, oh lord.

"Liuyun, you're finally awake." The blue pupils instantly dimmed as well—that was not disappointment, but relief.

A wave of extremely abstruse and incomprehensible aura washed over him, and the Avatar of Desolation was on the verge of losing himself almost instantly.

"Lin Yong, let's see how you escape today." With that, he waved both hands, and a purple gauze-like mist instantly billowed from his skin, filling the entire room. Before those bodyguards could even draw their guns, they choked on the aura and collapsed, clutching their throats in agony! Meanwhile, the sound of rapid running echoed from the corridor outside.

Lin Yong's body was bound tightly in an instant. Those hands possessed immense strength, clinging desperately to his body and dragging him backward. Before Lin Yong could even react, he was pulled right into the creature's torso.

It was only then that Fan Yu mentioned he had not prepared a congratulatory gift, and finally dug out a fire-attribute crystal core from his belongings to give to him.

Stopping in his tracks immediately, he carefully listened to the discussion among the crowd, then pulled out his phone and dialed Chen Xu, only to find that the call was answered by Zhao Jingwen instead.

Seeing Song菲菲 (Song Feifei) cast her gaze toward him once more, Chen Xu quickly lowered his head to sip the coffee he had ordered.

Although he already had a vague premonition in his heart, Dongzi still couldn't help but ask the question he most wanted to voice right now, though the moment the words left his lips, he felt a twinge of regret.

Upon hearing this, Mu Zifei let out an inner sigh, thinking he was finished. Of all people to curse, why did he have to curse a Saint Monarch-level powerhouse—and an unscrupulous, vengeful Saint Monarch-level powerhouse at that?

It was a desolate, beautiful, vicissitudinous, and moving wolf howl, a sound powerful enough to make everyone present fall into solemn reverence.