Chapter 48: Your Affection is What Matters

As soon as Song Zigui parked her car, she saw Ye Hongxiao stepping out of the elevator. She quickly got out and hurried over to greet him. "Brother Ye."
"Why are you here?" Ye Hongxiao subtly sidestepped to avoid her arm wrapping around his, his brows slightly furrowing. "Didn't we say we would meet at the company?"
"I was worried about you, so I just wanted..."
A sudden wave of moisture welled up in Cheng Xieyi's eyes, while the words Tang Shi had spoken to her in the private booth still echoed clearly in her mind.
If he could really meet a grown-up Zoro in the future, Leon wouldn't mind being beaten to a pulp by him. After all, losing once was no big deal, and if it could help Zoro build up his confidence, it would be well worth it.
Whether he could win or not was beside the point, especially since Illidan had also upgraded a fair amount of his equipment. What made Keke curious was what on earth those succubus artifacts were, that they could torture Kael'thas to such an extent.
Outside the Myriad Teachings Immortal Legacy, although almost everyone declared their intention to take Qin Haoxuan's life, there were still some people fiercely protecting him.
Cui Feng crashed backward into the stone platform and came to a violent halt, coughing up a mouthful of blood. With his arms hanging limply by his sides, he stared blankly at Chu Fengyun, who was stepping forward, his eyes wide with utter disbelief.
Zhang Guicai was kicked directly to the ground. He had eaten a lot and consumed plenty of alcohol, and the kick sent his stomach into spasms, causing him to writhe in pain, unable to climb back up for a long time.
The target had been found, but as for the combat prowess of the Celestial Dragons thereafter, it could be said to be no different from ordinary people, posing no threat to the two of them. However, when the pair located the whereabouts of this father and son, they discovered things were not quite that simple.
I can only say the night was too dark and I slipped; I didn't say anything else, and Father didn't really do much to Auntie either.
That youthful remark was like a solemn promise, firmly carving itself into Gu Qingcheng's heart.
The method used was the one learned from Nobundo to soothe the elements.
The heroic Kou Zhong summoned the suspended blood sphere in mid-air into his hand, wanting to pass it backward to Xu Ziling, but his movements grew increasingly sluggish.
Under the obstruction of the Underworld Wind Immortal Monarch, the sword-light's piercing glare was ultimately weakened a fraction. Seizing this moment of waning power, the Mist Shadow Immortal Monarch gritted his teeth through another wave of injury, drew upon a breath of his fundamental vital essence, and conjured a wispy layer of mist to block right in front of the sword-light.
The Nine-Headed Pheasant Spirit and the Jade Pipasprite were greedy for the wealth and glory of the mortal world. They were thoroughly enjoying their roles as imperial concubines and had no desire to stay behind in Nuwa Palace for bitter cultivation—especially since they were used to being waited on hand and foot as consorts, and now the thought of serving others like mere maids was completely unacceptable to them.
Upon receiving the Great Dao's information, Xie Zhen also came to understand that the Heavy Heavenly Realm was graded as well, comprising a total of twelve heavens, with the final four heavens being particularly noteworthy.
After all, Yao Ban had originally answered the call for talented retainers in Goucheng to become an envoy, and later failed to return to the capital with Zhu Siwu, leaving everyone in the dark about his affairs, to the extent that the Yao family knew nothing either.
The robust men responsible for greeting guests onto the boat were quite courteous and polite, even helping the guests carry their heavy luggage aboard.
Because if the Great Ming Princess had truly made up her mind to pursue the matter, there would never have been all these commotions now.
Daochan had once resisted the power of the Heavenly Prison's Sinful Dragon and thus had a certain understanding of it. Seeing such a majestic and overwhelming might at this moment—far surpassing the sheer strength of the Sinful Dragon's previous attack against him severalfold—he naturally had no doubt that this purple-robed figure would be pulverized into dust.
Viewed from afar, these two polo teams looked precisely like two thousand-handed Guanyins, leaving one utterly astounded.
Because although Muyi's plan was somewhat crazy, one had to admit it was the only last resort to snatch survival from the jaws of death, and even the final way to continue defending the city walls of Yuzhou.