Chapter 52: Unable to Control Herself—Will Her Husband Be Cuckolded?

She was referring to how last night she had remotely directed the servants to pick someone up. Si Yao deeply regretted not instructing Aunt Xiang not to mention her name. There is no medicine for regret in this world. As she tried to pry his hand away, she hastily explained, "It was Grandma who kept calling me."
"Oh? Then from now on, I'll have Grandma call you every day," he replied with a light laugh...

Su Lili possessed a temperament that blended youthful playfulness with a mature composure, so complex it was impossible to fathom.

Fang Heng's expression turned solemn, the blue light in his eyes intensifying to its peak, and in the next moment, he began to stride forward.

One and a half seconds after Xue Buxia suggested "find some backup," Bai Chun's so-called desk mate, Kang Fengjin's hateful face inexplicably appeared before Bai Chun's eyes.

Looking at the dozen or so bloody, terrifying heads hanging from the tree at the village entrance, Liu Ye felt not the slightest fear. It wasn't that Liu Ye was twisted inside, but rather that he had seen such scenes too often.

Through the phone, Su Lili could sense the man's steady, restrained, icy aura. Her heart tightened—not afraid of sarcasm, only afraid of outright rejection.

Wang Yapeng didn't understand the reason, and had no time now to slander Wu Liang online. Instead, he was busy seeking connections to help his son Wang Xiucheng reduce his sentence.

Bai Chun poured the water used to clean the dishes from the plastic basin into a sink on the kitchen floor, which was connected to the drain.

"You all must die! Every one of you must die!" Ming Yue, caught in a frenzy of bloodlust, was slaughtering the Hu people in madness.

"Right, tomorrow take your phone and a selfie stick—it can be a live broadcast, and help you boost your popularity. You've been a bit low-profile lately," Song Qianqian said.

After she finished speaking, Xilim once again swung a punch at Lu Yiping. However, now that Lu Yiping had advanced to level eight in the Dark Arts, he finally saw clearly—a thin, winding line flew from the fractured space straight toward his chest.

In the hands of Nan Jing and Nan Ming appeared short knives, their green light flickering uncertainly, clearly laced with deadly poison. With twin blades in hand, the two swiftly launched themselves at Dong Dazhi.

After the turmoil at the Skywatch Pavilion, Ling Tian never left the Qinghong Brotherhood's compound. He spent all his time refining the energy of the Azure Lotus Immortal Flame.

Ma Junzi advanced step by step toward Dong Dazhi, his face twisted and terrifying, as if he meant to devour Dong Dazhi whole.

"It's just that these new recruits know nothing—the gap between them and our soldiers is too great. They can't grow strong in a short time," Reno Gard said anxiously.

The courtyard was vast, but its buildings and decorations were rather shabby.

This time, Troy was truly on the verge of madness. The appearance of this divine dragon made him feel a purifying power even stronger than that of the Vatican.

The pain was unimaginable! In that instant, Shao Yilong suffered more than the seemingly monstrous Argos.

Dong Dazhi noticed the sudden change in Chen Yuxiu's expression—a heaviness on her face. He quickly took the newspapers from her, lowered his head to read, and his own face immediately darkened.

"Perhaps... That battle years ago left the Ancestor gravely wounded! Since then, there has been no news of him... If he were here, I wouldn't be in this predicament!" Wang Yongyuan shook his head. He knew well the Ancestor's strength—even ten Chen Qingyangs might not match him.

However, just as Frankie uttered the last five words, Senio had already darted from his front to his back, wrapped his arms around Frankie's waist, and executed a waist throw. As the final syllable escaped, Frankie was slammed headfirst into the ground.