Chapter 61: Bad News

The eldest sister, deeply envied by Ji Manrou, did not actually lead a happy life in her later years.
Her successful husband took mistresses left and right; were those fresh flowers outside not far superior to the aging, sallow-faced wife at home?
Moreover, having pushed herself too hard for the sake of the business in her youth, the original owner had damaged her health and remained childless.
In a family like the Dong household, a son was considered an absolute family treasure, making them scorn the original owner a thousand times over.
Dong Pengfei openly behaved outside...
"Yes." Yang Xue'er retreated to the doorway to stand guard. Of course, she understood what Mu Yu was about to do—catch ghosts.
The deep autumn night breeze carried a hint of chill, but that coldness was nothing compared to the chill radiating from a pair of vertical pupils inside a certain hotel.
As for the eighty-thousand-year-old Gale Falcon, Chen Mo paid it no mind, relying solely on the formation itself for defense without attempting to launch any counterattacks using it.
Several scarecrows stood erect amidst the fields like the most loyal guards, acting as the peaceful watchers of this land.
He wore an expression of utter despair, his entire body wracked with agonizing pain, yet his consciousness remained terrifyingly clear, leaving him to suffer through a torment of anguish and anxiety.
Su Yu picked up his chopsticks and took only a few bites when he suddenly sensed an extreme chill rushing at him from behind.
Death-Ransom Scrolls were the wages actors earned upon the completion of each film, awarded based on their screen time and the importance of their roles.
Tang Li felt somewhat bewildered upon receiving this message. Ling Xue hadn't left for that long, and there was nothing wrong with coming back to let her parents take a look, so why make such a grand fuss over it?
With a snap, the wine bottle shattered into pieces, and the liquor spilled all over the ground. In the blink of an eye, over eight thousand yuan went down the drain.
It wasn't that Liu Qiao didn't want to rely entirely on his own confidants, but rather that his time re-taking control of the Southern-Town Pacification Commission was simply too short, and he had very few confidants he could entrust with his life.
"Alright, our car is parked right at the entrance! It's that Panamera of yours!" Linghu Xiuhua said.
"I'm standing right here, and you still can't hit me." The Knight of War said disdainfully. Watching the incoming slashed blade, he shifted his body slightly to dodge it, simultaneously sweeping his leg toward Xiahou Dun's back.
Wang Ge and Xuzi felt all of this as well, but they were in no rush to leave, not daring to act rashly for fear that the Jade Emperor might set some trap under these circumstances for Wang Ge to walk right into.
As for the core elite, nearly twenty thousand Azores elf troops were advancing all the way under the command of the Guardian Warrior Dane, pressing directly upon the nearly collapsing Erman legion.
Now the fresh water supply on North Maple Song Island had to be distributed on rations, and Luka could no longer take baths whenever he pleased. However, the weather tonight was truly scorching, and he decided to use up his entire fresh-water quota for the next three days right now.
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"That's not all. I can also cede half of my time in the cabin; I don't have much to do here anyway," Kove said.
The Jade Emperor forced down the sense of loss from having misplaced a treasure, smiling as he looked at the Haotian Mirror suspended in mid-air. The Queen Mother, sitting beside the Jade Emperor at the moment, sensitively perceived the Jade Emperor's change in demeanor, reached out, and tightly grasped his hand.
Zhang Chen looked at the fat man before him. Although the fat man kept his head lowered and refused to meet Zhang Chen's gaze, Zhang Chen could still tell his intentions at a single glance.
Aside from the two burly, heavily armed Black bodyguards who delivered meals on time, and these same bodyguards who brought work that needed repair and crafting, virtually no outsiders ever stepped foot into this concealed basement.
"Damn it! Even that doesn't work! You're forcing me to fight you to the death!" Ye Hua scrambled up from the ground, cursing viciously at the approaching enemies on the opposite side.
Had it been earlier, Lei Tian might have needed to spend some time and fight a fierce battle against these guards, but now, the disparity in strength was simply too vast.