Chapter 114: He Qianqian Is Too Dangerous!

He Qianqian did not answer her. More precisely, she could no longer be bothered to acknowledge her.

The next second, Fang Zhiyin felt a dark shadow descend over her. Thinking that He Qianqian was about to slash her face with the small knife, she instinctively screamed.

But the pain she had imagined never came.

He Qianqian had merely removed the rag that had been covering her eyes.

So she really was thinking of every possible way to torture her!

Fang Zhiyin felt terribly aggrieved. She was not that woman—why should she have to endure all this?

Although light suddenly flooded her vision, Fang Zhiyin could not feel the slightest joy. At last, she saw He Qianqian again, but the person before her wore such a sinister expression that she was terrifying. Fang Zhiyin was so frightened that she scarcely dared breathe.

“They were the ones without vision… Once I become a superstar, they’ll want to interview me, and I won’t even give them the chance!” Geng Haoshi said indignantly.

At last, she found a moment to draw a deep breath, but her red lips were filled with the rich scent of alcohol left behind by the man.

Looking back at the silent, cold-faced Prince Xiao, Zhao Xu felt that the emperor’s words had not been convincing at all. Still, he was the emperor, and Zhao Xu could not take advantage of his favor and become arrogant. Since he was not being held accountable, it was best to accept the outcome and stop there.

If anyone entered the swamp, whether from within or without, countless vengeful spirits, demonic shadows, and monsters would burst from the dark clouds and attack every intruder. Even one’s primordial spirit would find it difficult to escape, for it would be devoured by ten thousand ghosts.

Even the emperor could not escape their deadly assault. For an ordinary person, there would be no power to resist at all. Once infected with a venereal disease, there was nothing to do but await death.

“You just said that no matter what I asked, you would answer me truthfully. Was that true or not?” Ye Chenmeng turned her head to look at Lan Lichuan.

By now, the Silver-Scaled One’s strength had increased again. It was only one major realm behind the other party’s Golden Crow. If the two were to test their strength against each other, the Silver-Scaled One now had a much greater chance of punishing its opponent.

Rum from Cuba, as well as champagne and brandy from France, was commonplace. The rarest were the great jars of various spirits brought in from the Qing Empire.

But in the end, he was not that man. His voice was not as rich, nor was his build as tall and imposing.

Before I could say anything, Bo Yin hurriedly placed his head against my stomach and clasped my waist with one hand, refusing to let go.

To ordinary people, 0.65 seconds was no more than the blink of an eye. Yet against the world records of human limits, 0.65 seconds was an enormous figure—one that represented an almost insurmountable gap in ability.

His bright eyes shifted, and then he spread his hand open once more, smoothing out the business card that had been crumpled into a ball in his palm.

Only then did Chang Jing set his mind at ease. He returned to Gao Ying’s dormitory with her. He had only two days left before he had to take He Gang and He Yang back to the army, and he felt that the time he had left with Gao Ying was growing shorter and shorter. At that moment, he wished he could spend every remaining minute with her.

As soon as I heard the news, I hurried to Wangcai’s house. In the courtyard, Wangcai was staking up tomato plants and climbing beans, while his wife washed clothes nearby. The couple were chatting and laughing together. When he saw me arrive, Wangcai quickly stopped what he was doing and came over to greet me.

If this could be considered a kind of ability, then it was truly frightening. After all, with such an exceptionally privileged family background and resources, combined with that kind of personality, what could she possibly fail to accomplish?

Zhao Xiaochen also learned for the first time that White Impermanence actually had nothing to do with that name at all. Deep down, she was an extraordinarily kind person.

After walking a few steps, Ye Zifan stopped. Frowning, he returned to the entrance of Maizi’s house, pressed himself against the door, and listened carefully.

The hammer I swung next struck Blood Season, and the terrifying force within it was so great that I found it difficult to withstand. The immense impact battered my flesh, leaving my body trembling faintly. At the same time, the hammer’s weight bore down upon me, forcing me onto one knee as I barely managed to block the blow.

Maizi immediately recoiled in disgust. Just as she was about to wrench herself free from the arms wrapped around her, the person behind her had already stepped away.

Even before then, rumors had been spreading that a flood might come. At first, people had not believed them. After all, so many years had passed since liberation—how could there still be a major disaster?

“Come here. Let your master take your pulse. Relax.” At last, Zisu finished eating, and Feng Qingyang rolled up his sleeves.