Chapter 42: A Bold Declaration of Love

Song Guanshi merely pulled the person inside and released his grip.

"I wondered how long Miss Wen would be able to sit still. If you let everyone else test the waters first and then arrive to pluck the flower yourself, it wouldn't seem quite so unique."

His vermilion lips parted in a smile, the flash of his canine teeth captivating to the beholder.

In the end, not only did everyone receive money, but even some of the game hunted by Hou Weiqing was distributed to the common people who had been detained among the hills for hunting or gathering firewood.

Then Xian Ling let out a great shout: "Rise!" He unleashed the entirety of his power; since the opponent had made up their mind to this extent, concealing his strength was no longer meaningful. Indeed, this was a killing point, but it was also the place with the densest energy molecules in the entire hell.

He immediately decided to make Li Suo follow him heart and soul. Whether he could live a couple more years in the future and drink his way back through time entirely depended on this man.

My first thought was that it was a ghost, and I was terrified. Time and again I wanted to open my eyes to verify, but I never dared, and until the day I was discharged from the hospital, I still had no idea whether that shadowy figure belonged to a living person or a ghost.

"Not only do I know you are a traveler from afar, but I also know you are not a believer," the boy said with a proud tone.

From a moment ago, Liu Fangyun had been out of her right mind, remaining speechless and unresponsive, just like a vegetative person, completely devoid of any perception of the outside world.

Driven to utter desperation and having made several phone calls without finding anyone to provide the money, Qin Shuyuan had no choice but to call Fang Wanqing in the end.

"Where did this matter come from? How do you know about the beast path?" Jun Yuan was the first to react, asking with suspicion.

With a resounding crash, the sky burst into brilliant colors, countless flashes of lightning rumbled, and dark clouds shifted rapidly. All these changes were preparations for a powerful strike. Sure enough, gusts of wind began to stir at the peak of the mountain; whether the wind force was great or not, the tree leaves were rustling violently.

With a wave of Axiu's hand, Ye Ziqing stepped forward to guide Zhao Ming out, while Axiu remained deep in thought.

The esteemed Mr. President was eating breakfast; just as he swallowed a mouthful of food, another man appeared before his eyes.

"Why don't you just go rob someone? You actually want two thousand spiritual stones—are you out of your mind over spiritual stones?" Jiang Qiuyue could no longer restrain herself and burst out cursing.

Hearing this, Hua Shu wanted to say that he was only uttering sweet nothingness, but the moment she met those deep, intently gazing eyes, all words failed her. At that instant, she suddenly understood that his words were not empty flattery, but heartfelt sincerity from the depths of his soul.

At this thought, Xiao Jinqiao suddenly remembered something. She slid her mouse and clicked open another webpage, which strikingly displayed the popularity rankings for C Country's next presidential candidate.

Seeing that Li Bai had truly been driven to madness by his mischievous tampering, Li Li felt a pang of deep sympathy. By thus cutting off Li Bai's path to his great poems, leaving him with nothing to write and nowhere to turn, would he completely crush Li Bai?

Originally, the conveyor belt worker was supposed to spend half a day shoveling coal onto the belt and the other half patrolling it. Instead, he constantly holed up in the control room, and even when he came out, he just carried a shovel to put on a show.

Every single child of Baal could not escape their ultimate destiny: to become Baal, or to be reduced to a stepping stone for Baal's resurrection.

Han Zaijing had already swallowed two turds in succession, his complexion as unsightly as ash. Whether it was given sooner or later made no difference; the crux of the matter was that he didn't want to give it at all, alright?

"Whatever could be done, I already did long ago. As for Dandan's matter, I truly cannot help," Cui Bin remained unmoved.

He walked over to Ye Qing's bedside carrying the hangover-clearing tea, intending to pull back her blanket. But when he lifted the cover, the bed was empty and completely devoid of anyone.

Having moved through official circles for several decades, he would not have survived to this day without some ruthless methods. If anyone dared to harm his son, he would dare to make them pay with their lives.