Chapter 32: Solving the Problem Once and for All

Hearing this, Lin Longyong immediately lost his nerve. The memory of Lin Xing nearly blowing his head off with a gunshot last time was still vivid in his mind.

Lin Longyong snorted in annoyance and changed the subject. "Cut the chatter. I’m not here for you. Where is that woman, Wu Xiulan? Where is she? Tell her to come see me!"

"My mother doesn't want to see you, and you aren't qualified to see..."

Situ Yuanyin calmed her agitated emotions, her deep, steady voice resolute. "I will ask you one more time: choose me, or... her." Her slender finger pointed directly at A-Ying.

Bei Mingxuan and Yu Qianqian pulled at each other and disappeared into the darkness. The space in front of the gray-tiled house returned to silence. A night breeze swept by, carrying a chill.

The ferocious Black Evil Beast, seeing the two under its claws escape, became extremely agitated. Its beast-like face grew even more hideous and terrifying. After a few heavy gasps, it let out a hysterical roar.

Despite her envy, Jiang Ting felt she could never return to her hometown to enjoy it again, or experience it firsthand. For now, she could only feel regret or harbor secret longings in her heart.

It is no exaggeration to say that in A-Ying’s world, there was only A-Man. Because they insulted A-Man, no matter if you were royalty or a master of the mystical arts, your end would be tragic.

Hearing Yao Qingcheng’s words, Ou Daye stopped in his tracks, turned back to the classroom, and said, "Orange, you are so good to me. I’m truly moved that you care about me so much." As he spoke, he pulled Yao Qingcheng close and planted a "wolfish" kiss on her.

He felt a powerful force within him, as if it were ready at any moment to break through barriers and surge outward.

Shi Bin had Qian Zhong write a prescription, using potent herbs that could indeed make the Emperor suddenly improve for a few days. While taking the medicine, he used tiger-guards, bows, arrows, axes, and halberds to perform "rituals." The Emperor did indeed gradually recover.

There is no wall that doesn't leak. Even though she brought back a few wild chickens or rabbits every time she went "hunting," the old hunter Shi Bin still noticed the oddities.

On the way back to the manor, Shi Bin frowned, saying nothing. Every step he took hit the ground hard, as if he wanted to leave dents in the stone path; he was clearly furious.

Zhang Yang looked up detailed information about hyperthymesia with great curiosity, especially the causes of the condition.

"It’s fine. Time is the one thing I have plenty of right now. Go ahead and speak," Sun Fei said with a shrug, his tone indifferent.

Even in their deep sleep, they each held their weapons in their hands.

"This is the rule; it cannot be broken. Do you want your son to be born safely, or do you want your cold constitution to affect his birth?" Old Woman Luosuo said bluntly.

Jinyu: If dreams could come true, it would surely attract tourists. Friends from all corners of the earth would gather at the foot of Dragon Mountain. During the holidays, one could hike the mountain and enjoy the beautiful scenery.

"Yan'er, I’ve caught you!" the man whispered, smiling into her ear. Hidden beneath his feigned gentleness was a trace of ruthlessness.

"Rumble..." The thunderous sound made many people cover their ears. Yuan Ba frowned as he watched the cloud of yellow sand roll up before him. When the dust cleared, people stared in disbelief at the scene: there was no sign of the two people, only a crater ten meters in diameter.

However, Lin Ye deliberately played the "innocent fool," walking back into the house and asking as if he knew nothing.

After this commotion, the billboard that no one had cared about before suddenly increased in value, becoming the most expensive one in Jian'an City.

In the Golden Immortal Hall, the Three Immortals urged Wang Ming to leave first. The power of the peerless Daoist artifact, the Feathered Heavenly Palace, descended to relocate and hide Wang Ming. Yet, the artifact's power could not move him in the slightest.

On the cello lay a letter left by Sister Yun. It contained only a few words: "Live well and become someone you can be proud of."

Faced with such an omen, even the ruthless ones and emperors who rushed to Xuanhuang Mountain had to believe that Yin Linzi was truly dead.

"Mommy, that’s not nice. You said you wouldn't eat it, and now you're snatching Uncle’s ice cream," Ai Taotao immediately reprimanded Ai Mu with a righteous tone.

"Hanhan, stop looking. Be a good girl and give the album back to me," Yu Kexin said, her tone a mix of coaxing and deception.

She still remembered the phone number of that undercover police officer clearly, though she didn't know if he was still using it now that the mission was over.

"I don't want to!" Huzi’s temper flared as well. He wept in his mother's arms, crying out loudly.

Ye Chenmeng turned and leaned against the man, a happy smile on her face, beaming like a fool.

"Don’t make jokes like that." She turned her head away, avoiding his gaze, afraid of drowning in his eyes.

A ring of fire completely surrounded Lin Feng and Wu Xiaomeng. The surrounding air was scorching, as if they were standing in a volcano.

That was at the end of October. Through a door, I heard Qiao Shiyi say she was pregnant and arguing that she wanted to keep the child. I walked to the door, pressed my ear against it, and heard the man surnamed Zhao say he didn't want the child.

"What am I supposed to do with you?" Xu Mushen frowned, the sudden flash of malice in his expression finally softening.

Gong Qianzhu took a set of bedding out of the cabinet and, looking depressed, knelt on the floor to make her bed.

Before the Sword Hero could consider anything else, in a situation where he had to step forward to land an attack, the simplest solution was to just move forward.

"Tell me, what exactly happened this afternoon? Why is Tang Ya in the hospital ward next door?" Zhao Langfeng glared at Bai Qi.

The man who plotted to hire a killer to murder Tang Ya, Huo Yongping, was confirmed dead, but Tang Ya and the others couldn't feel happy at all.

The fourth person was a reincarnator of three lifetimes. He was an old man, about sixty years old, looking extremely ordinary. However, his eyes were incredibly bright, inconsistent with his age. Tianci knew this was a Feng Shui master of three lifetimes, as only top-tier masters had eyes like that.

Laura lived up to expectations and successfully found the opportunity for a breakthrough; she was on the verge of reaching the third level.

Moreover, even if she had immorally fallen in love with her master, so what? She didn't ask for anything; she only wanted to stay by his side as a respectful and obedient disciple, nothing more.

Wang Baisen and Yin Zheng appeared in Chen Haoran’s sight, carrying two large bags of frozen food.

Ouyang Ming and Gu Wanhai stopped at the foot of the mountain. Before them was a river of magma, bubbling and gurgling. Spanning the river was a seven-colored bridge, rumored to have been built by the Wuwang Hermit because he feared no one in his sect would be able to enter Xuanjing Mountain to cultivate.

"What is this place?" Leng Xianning asked in confusion. Although the person with her was someone she disliked, there was no one else around, so she had no choice but to ask.