Chapter Forty-Five: A Stranger Standing Up for Me?

"Yuzao, are you out of your mind?!"
Yang Chen shouted his name directly, utterly shocked.
Yuzao smiled indifferently, shrugging his shoulders. "Brother Yang, you were my attending physician back in Singapore. If there were a better solution to this situation right now, you wouldn't be wearing such a troubled expression."
"But do you realize that the dissolution of a personality is no different from death!"
Having been a doctor for over a decade...

By nightfall, the sunlight filtering through the branches had completely vanished, and the pedestrians within the academy grounds had almost entirely disappeared.
The entire stone-pillar prison seemed to have been woven into a giant black silkworm cocoon, wrapping Lin Wei and the other two within it.
This was a mountainous area, after all; should the car brake suddenly or hit a bump, the knife might accidentally injure her, and Ye Yaotiao had no desire to suffer that kind of torment.

He had originally intended to bargain for a lower price, but since Zhao Tianming assured him it was worth every coin, and he himself knew nothing of the trade, there was nothing more to be said.
Zhang Ruofeng's breathing grew heavy; anyone could see that he had reached the critical limit of his physical endurance.
Having skipped straight from breakfast to an early dinner, it was already eleven in the morning when they arrived at the Billy Jeet Kune Do gymnasium.

Letitia showed no particular reaction. Once fully dressed and equipped, she spun around in place. The silver-white hair hanging down her back and draped across her chest fluttered with the motion, perfectly accentuating her flawless figure and the lush curves pushing visibly against her clothes. She looked breathtakingly beautiful.
Still, he believed that the forces within the Hong Kong and Taiwan entertainment circles would eventually return to their rightful places. The Mainland was vast and abundant, teeming with talent; one day, they would recover all lost ground.

After dropping the address, the person on the other end hung up abruptly. Young Master Zhou tossed his phone aside, lowered his gaze to the garments in his hands, picked them up, and resumed packing.
Consequently, they rushed forward brandishing their firearms, while snipers in orange-red military uniforms swiftly occupied the vantage points throughout the workshop.

With the flash of a single blade, that powerhouse of the Phoenix Society hastily threw up an ice wall in front of himself in an attempt to block it, but the hastily conjured ice wall proved far too weak—or perhaps the incoming blade was simply too overwhelming.
That clever macaque, having narrowly dodged the sharp arrow, watched in horror as its companion suddenly dropped dead. Seeing two of its comrades plummet from the branches toward the ground, it instinctively stretched out its right hand to grab them, but alas, that macaque too crashed heavily onto the earth, its lifeblood staining the ground crimson.

If word of this reached the master, he would inevitably be taken to task, and quite possibly subjected to a flogging. Given the brittle state of his old bones, wouldn't a whipping simply shatter him to pieces?
Hearing this, Magistrate Fang smiled faintly and naturally turned his gaze toward Li Rizhi. Li Rizhi returned the smile with equal subtlety, and the two men exchanged a tacit, understanding nod.

As fate would have it, just as they were thinking of the Demon God, while breaking through the encirclement with legions of controlled demons in tow, they actually caught sight of a dormant dark giant not far ahead after flying a short distance further.
The ticket collector was a heavily built middle-aged man with a full beard, looking thoroughly ferocious, yet his tone was remarkably amiable.

Li Chengye executed a flip in mid-air, his figure retreating a good ten meters in a flash before he managed to steady himself.
"We've never understood why that is. Being hit by others hurts a lot," Gan Xin said with simple-minded honesty.
This time, not only did Grand Inquisitor Atert's expression shift drastically, but even Archbishop Ludwig could not help furrowing his brow.

"Blink!" Jia Zhengjin instantly materialized behind the mage, swiftly switching his grip to the Holy Cross Silver Spear, and thrust it with all his might directly into the enemy's heart.
Though it appeared chillingly harsh and formidable, it had actually been infused using a specialized technique with the colorless and odorless juice of the "Crimson Flame Herb"—the very nemesis of the Frost-Venom Demon Spider. Anyone who so much as brushed against a trace of it would instantly lose all magical power, suffer full-body paralysis for half a day, and find even their spiritual consciousness frozen and sealed within.

Yet as for her? No matter how exquisite the ingredients she used, no matter how savory the flavors she crafted, the price could never be raised too high simply because her sauce had neither name nor pedigree. Brand identity, in any era, was invariably an impossible presence to ignore.