Chapter 135: The Fat Sheep Has Turned Into a Dragon

Zhou Lichun and Duan Xiaoshu supported the drunken Long Jingzhe on either side, steering her toward the restroom. Long Jingzhe disliked wearing skirts; her extraordinarily long legs were encased in tight jeans, making it difficult for her even to squat. The two women did not mind the trouble, helping her sit on the vanity and working together to peel off her clothes. Xiao Yushui and Mu Chunfen kept watch outside the restroom, while Hu Qingming’s bodyguards were stationed at the back exit, effectively...

It was clear that Liao Gang and Jiang Yingying had a wonderful relationship. Their marriage was a natural progression, and they would surely be happy in the future.

Hmph! Since the previous times had failed to teach her a profound lesson, this time, I would ensure she remembered it for a lifetime.

Liu Yu snorted and said, "Don't pay them any mind; their mouths are just wretched, beyond saving!" He picked up his basin and walked away.

Seeing Su Jinli, usually so bright and beautiful, with her eyes bloodshot and dark circles visible despite the powder she had applied, Gu Mingjue felt a sharp pang of pain in his heart.

In his perception, it seemed that everyone in the church was the same: unable to marry or have children, and trapped in rigid, unchanging conventions.

Change them, then. I asked my maid to dress me in thicker clothing, so that if my father couldn't help but strike me later, the extra layers would provide a bit of a buffer. The maid brought me hot tea and asked me to wait while she went to fetch more.

Lin Ke explained awkwardly, "He probably means that I saved his life and thinks of me as some kind of immortal." He gave a dry, hollow laugh.

I ran my hand along the edge of the kang, thinking to myself that I had to find a way to make money. My parents wouldn't support my schooling, and if I wanted to continue my education and secure a bright future, I needed money and had to study hard. But how could I earn it?

This time, he brought me a precious gift: the special brew of Meng Po’s soup from the Underworld. It is said that after drinking it, all past memories fade into nothingness. I would not only forget him but also forget who I am, where I come from, and where I am going.

"Sister Mian, this is too generous a gift; I dare not accept it," Nan Yaoyao glanced at Li Tan before answering softly.

With that, Lin Duo'er skipped away. Before leaving, she cast a look full of hostility toward Lin Ling at the commentary desk.

Someone shouted, "Is... is this a ghost? Isn't this the mercenary from the blood coffin in the Hundred-Eyed Corpse-Burial Cave?" The person who spoke was Fatty.

Through several strikes, Wang Chenyin had cleared hundreds of kilometers of land in this world.

Breaking through to the third level this time, she had finally touched the threshold of the Mortal Realm. She was naturally delighted to have finally entered the ranks of experts in the traditional sense.

I sat beside Fatty and lit a cigarette. My brain was buzzing, and I was burning with anxiety, but I could only sit and wait for him to wake up. In that moment, I truly understood the agony of days feeling like years.

Are the Prince and Princess heading out again? Outside the door, several maids acknowledged the order and went to prepare for Helan Yao and Long Shaoyan's departure.

Furthermore, the range of the Monarch’s strikes was now over four kilometers; at such a distance, no one could escape.

Heizai lost his grip on the gun, and a burst of bullets swept across He Dabing's chest. He Weiguo didn't make a sound, falling to the ground as if he had lost all sensation. He lay in a pool of blood alongside the blue-faced ghost demon, both dead on the spot.

"You two are quite decisive, but the wealth you carry is not enough to buy your lives. If I wanted your possessions, I would only need to kill you both."

After saying this, he produced the City Lord's token and hurriedly channeled his inner energy, intending to lift the restrictions of the city's defensive array and allow the commoners within the city to flee.

"Weren't you all eager to compete just a moment ago? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Monk Qiao suddenly turned hostile, surging with internal energy as he lunged toward Fatty Gao, who was running at the back of the group.