Chapter 58: Don't Kill Me!

Although Old Xue has had his share of mishaps, he’s not so desperate as to take anything that comes his way. I’m not lacking songs—just good ones.

Gulina’s eyes were sharp as she sized up Guan Tongtong, wondering what was so amusing about hoodies. Why did Gao Wen sigh every time she mentioned them?

Yinxiang, though conversing with the people below, kept a discreet eye on her movements. He beckoned her over, casually pressing her hand in his own.

“You’re new, aren’t you? Longevity Palace has always had this kind of treatment,” sneered the maid behind her in the queue.

Ron inserted the chip into the blade server matrix of the supercomputer, connected the data lines, and imported the program.

He’d noticed before that something was off, but at the time could only say there was a problem—he hadn’t realized consciousness itself was muddled.

It must be that Second Rascal had passed the critical stage, so now he had time to come looking for trouble.

By then, their place would not only be a city of gambling, but a paradise for men—a haven men all over the world would yearn for.

Ning Qing suddenly seized on the common thread: all the children were said to have drowned, yet not a single body had been recovered.

This time, the route through the secret passage was not far; within less than half an hour, they arrived in a dimly lit cave, its space rather cramped.

“Hmph, you’re not worthy of Zhao Jingke. I only hope you’ll have the sense to withdraw!” Zhao Xiong, upon hearing Chu Feng’s words, wore a look of indignation.

The last iron giant let out a wretched cry, collapsing to the ground. I managed to obtain an iron artifact, and An Lingxi with her two, and Su Jingyao with his two, all struggled to finish their tasks and then rushed over.

Patting my satisfied belly, I took a deep breath and sat for a while, sipping a glass of cola. I mulled over where to go next, and after some time, finally decided. I took a taxi to the swimming pool.

Moreover, his dantian had grown broader and sturdier, able to withstand and absorb more of the world’s spiritual energy. This meant, whether in cultivation or in battle, he would have an advantage over his foes.

The first level of the Fire Domain was designed for those who had just become inner disciples—anyone at the early stage of the Fifth Heaven could endure it.

He hadn’t expected, coming to the Loose Immortal Alliance and bringing the Heavenly Fox Demon Emperor along, that he’d by chance encounter the miraculously surviving Du Yi.

“Die!” The four ninja revealed cruel smiles, staring at the gaunt elder across from them.

“This place makes me extremely uncomfortable. I want to leave this garden.” Li Tianzhi forced himself to stay alert; Qingyunzi’s gaze was somewhat unfocused, making his own mind grow increasingly muddled.

“Phew!” Xiao Yue exhaled deeply, struggled to extract dozens of spiritual herbs from his dantian, swallowed them whole, and plunged from the sky.

Zhong Lingyu frowned. It was nearly dawn when he left, and he remembered that apart from security, no one was outside. How could he have been photographed and posted online? The more he thought, the more uneasy he felt—was it really a random passerby?

As the drumbeat sounded again and again, the beauty in a pink dress standing behind the great drum suddenly sprang into action.

The gods of the Divine Realm tried to rise and block the Demon King, but the demons protected their lord, and a swarm of spirits obstructed the gods’ path.

Gripping the short knife tightly, a piercing pain flooded his senses. His brow under the mask twitched slightly, but soon relaxed, for this pain was nothing to him—not even a fraction of the agony in his chest wound.

Song Tianmo had never been treated at the Provincial Hospital, nor did he have a medical record, so he had to register for a card before making an appointment.

She sat quietly by the side, not daring to disturb the beast as it ate, simply waiting for the poison to take effect.

Since Yun Zimo was imprisoned in the Infinity World, Wen Renyan behind the scenes had been wracked with indecision—should he save her, or not? He thought countless times: even if she refused to go with him, he would force her to, keep her at his side forever, never letting her leave again.

That gentlemanly man, that prince-like figure, that angel who had saved her—it was as if he could understand Tess’s feelings at that moment, when hope was singular and absolute.

Duan Yan had lied plenty before; tricking a naïve child would be easy. But faced with these eyes, he suddenly didn’t want to lie, knowing that if he didn’t explain, the matter would become a knot in the boy’s heart—one that could grow into a demon.

Back at the apartment, after ascending the stairs and opening the bedroom door, he didn’t see Ling Fei on the bed. A glance revealed her on the balcony.

Judging by the tension, if the White-robed Man’s story didn’t please her, the slender bamboo might not be so forgiving.

According to his plan, he headed straight for the eastern suburbs—the shortest route to the outskirts. The greenery there was dense, with winter evergreens that helped conceal his presence.

Though kanon’s music recording was on hold, other parts—scripts, artwork, programming—were still progressing steadily.

They were calculating in their hearts: if Manager Li’s health failed, he couldn’t remain in his post, giving them a chance to rise.

If he hadn’t known about the impending mudslide, it would be one thing; but knowing, could he truly turn a blind eye as so many villagers faced disaster?

A fierce gust erupted from the Supreme Elder, striking directly at Ye Yingfan’s back.

The dishes and meat were cold, and with night fallen, a chill wind swept through, making it even harder to swallow.