38 Possessiveness (Second Update)
As soon as Xia Jian finished speaking, he turned and walked away. Ma Chuntao let out a long sigh; she stood there quietly, watching until Xia Jian’s Mercedes-Benz drove out of the Zhangyang Village committee office.
If Yang Yunhan were to flee now, he could naturally escape just as Tilopa had, but how could he abandon Ningma Lamu and leave alone?
The night deepened, and the bustling city gradually quieted down. Vehicles and pedestrians became fewer and fewer, and the occasional roar of revelers drifting from a KTV could be heard in the night breeze.
Even though he clearly still had family in this world, he often felt as though he were all alone.
The unknown is often the most terrifying. Chekhov could not fathom the true intentions of Xiao Yunfei and Aibo. Could it be that they really had a way to solve the problem at hand?
Sensing this atmosphere, Xiao Yunfei frowned, a sliver of unease stirring in his heart. Could something be about to change?
Following a massive collision, an unbelievable sound echoed within the mind of the Evil Old Freak.
Sima Yan’s expression stiffened. He suddenly recalled that Sima Haoran had come to see him before he set off for the Miao territory, and the scene from that day instantly flashed before his eyes.
Lin Huizhen recognized it immediately; these unique marks were caused by an electric baton! The First People’s Hospital had treated such patients before, mostly sent from prison. Such scars were common on them—they were all troublemakers who refused to obey the prison guards.
Wang Youcai had been exhausted these past few days. So, even when Xu Lihong got up to go to work, Wang Youcai remained fast asleep. The bed was so warm that he didn’t want to go down and catch a chill. Besides, even if he were to go home, he would have to wait until noon when the sun came out.
The man who dominated the business world now found himself at a loss for what to talk about with his sixteen-year-old son.
This discovery left Xian’er as if struck by lightning, the overwhelming surprise nearly causing her to faint.
Seeing the bowl filled to the brim with noodles, Su Chen felt a lump in his throat. He ate the noodles in silence, finishing every last drop of the broth.
Shi Xi crawled in to take a look. The tent prepared by the show’s production team was quite spacious, and Yu Guanyue had set it up sturdily, but something seemed off.
The petals were narrow and slender, slightly curved, with what appeared to be a blood-red light flowing across them. The stems were a deep crimson, and the stamens were as thin as hair.
Unfortunately, the neckline was high, revealing only her collarbone; not even a hint of cleavage was visible—it was modest and appropriately tailored.
One must admit, fresh flowers are truly magical things. Piling so many petals together did not diminish their beauty; instead, it made them appear vibrant and gorgeous.
Even a centipede does not stiffen immediately upon death, let alone the fact that Qi Leyong’s faction still possessed remaining strength. If pushed into a corner, they might just resort to desperate measures.
Zhang Yang had just finished another delivery when a notification for a five-hundred-yuan tip popped up, from a user with the account ending in 7764.
Furthermore, Butler’s soul ring was still in Mo Xing’s hands. Although it was an S-rank replica, it was, after all, a sacred artifact that had to be reclaimed.
If only he hadn’t saved them when he was reborn, they wouldn’t have had to suffer the pain of war.
He then pulled over another ghost, and the Stone of Three Lives continued to project the ghost’s three incarnations. Refusing to believe it, Li Yuheng stood by the Stone of Three Lives for a third time, but the stone returned to its calm state, like an ordinary rock—it was simply useless against him alone.
The moment the door opened, golden light flooded through the gap, piercing his eyes. A magnificent, gilded hall appeared, with a nine-dragon chandelier suspended in the center. Below, the crowd was thick; it was a scene of utter opulence.
Zhang Yuqi applied some ointment to his hand and turned around, struggling to reach his back. The sight was truly somewhat comical.
Without reference data for a test shot, achieving such ideal precision with a sniper rifle, relying solely on data collected by the unit itself, was not just a credit to the machine’s diverse high-precision sensors and radar equipment, but more importantly, to the miraculous computational power of Snow Wind.
Hearing this, Wang Jinshui’s heart skipped a beat. He wondered to himself, was he implying that I had done something shameful? Throughout his years in business, Wang Jinshui had engaged in plenty of power-for-money deals; how could his hands be clean? Especially a few years ago, when his son caused trouble that cost him seven or eight hundred thousand to cover up.
"Bang!" With a crisp sound, Yin Jin’s transformation spell failed. The originally innocent and cute girl turned back into the burly, fat man he had seen earlier. Jiang Shaoyang clutched his throat, retched for a moment, and then kicked him straight off the cliff.
His body leaped into the air, forming a backflip to successfully dodge the attack from behind, while keeping his eyes locked on the opponent’s back.
The three of them arrived at the Wangjing Jinyu International building. As they entered the lobby, Wu Xing lightly waved his hand outward. A sorrowful "Awooo" was heard, and a tawny fox rolled on the ground, putting on a show of unbearable pain.
One sentence from Li Jing struck at the heart of Yu Ge’s pain. He had pursued this person for so long, the one he was willing to give his life to be with; he would not let go.
Qiao Chu knew he was vain and certainly wouldn’t make things difficult for her. Just as she was feeling smug, he suddenly bent down and hoisted her onto his shoulder.
This estate was not newly acquired; the Great Monk had purchased it long ago. When A-Jiu and Taohua came down from the mountain, the Great Monk had given them a stack of deeds for estates and shops throughout the capital.