Chapter Seventy-Seven: Suddenly Taken Away for No Reason?

In the video, Ouyang Junyan, shirtless, dances with the girls from the bar. He actually has no idea how to dance; perhaps he drank too much, and the rush of alcohol emboldened him to do things he’d never dare otherwise. Even his dance moves—wild, daring, and unspeakably greasy—make Fang Zhiyin, despite her deep love for Ouyang Junyan, feel the urge to gouge out her own eyes every time she watches the video.

It’s easy to imagine how eighteen-year-old Ouyang Junyan, after seeing it, is left disheveled and mortified, wishing he could smash his head against a wall and end it all. “My goddess saw everything…” Ouyang Junyan clutches his head in agony. “Luo’er, have you found yourself loving your husband even more?” Rong Beilan suddenly turns his head, his smile wicked and alluring.

Upon seeing Li Zhu’er, Peng Jing sweetly called him “godfather,” immediately tossing aside the bun in her hand and hurrying toward him, wiping her hands on the apron tied at her waist as she walked. When she reached him, she took Li Zhu’er from the servant and helped him up.

The masked man seemed unwilling to give up, launching a stormy assault, but he still could not breach Su Fu’s defense.

“Suspect Chen Qian, you climbed into Binhai University in the middle of the night yesterday—what exactly were you doing there!” Beside her, Liu Yiyi kept a stern face and slapped the table heavily, but halfway through her accusation, she couldn’t help herself and burst out laughing.

Who could blame Jason Terry for his infamous “12 out of 2” shooting percentage? Anyone who’s seen Jason Terry light up strong teams knows just how formidable he can be when he’s on.

Upon receiving the Emperor’s command, seven martial officers stepped forward. All were at the stage of true energy cultivation—masters in their own right, yet still several levels beneath the likes of Zhen Nantian and his comrades. This mission would likely be a one-way trip.

If it were only a clone caught by outsiders, it would have self-destructed long ago; the loss would be insignificant, barely touching her true body, which remained far away at the other end of the starry sky.

Everyone believed Lou Qingsi was purposely avoiding Su Changyu and wouldn’t come, until a flustered figure suddenly rushed in.

Hearing the distant shouts, Arthur turned his head and saw the army running out of the city. He raised his sword, ready to defend.

The aroma wafted through the air, and Lin Chen couldn’t help but smile wryly. “Sister, I’m driving—could you not tempt me like this?”

That night on Phoenix Mountain was restless. By dawn, from the city gate all the way to Phoenix Mountain, there were over a hundred corpses. From the initial assault to the later retreat, it seemed as if they were being hunted by something.

Her hair, like a waterfall, hung simply down her back. She wore only a single undergarment, tied at the back with a knot, and a pair of underpants that traced perfect curves—everything about her seemed to draw his gaze as if magnetized.

With those words, Lin Chen, self-absorbed, tossed his hair; his right eye, slightly veiled by long locks, gave him a devilish and handsome air as he winked flirtatiously at Zhao Yina.

Ligredo cried out, but such physiological phenomena cannot be stopped on command. With a series of “pff pff” farting sounds, Ligredo’s humiliating episode finally ended.

“Hey, Chu Yun?” Still groggy, Shen Yu snapped awake, for she saw a news broadcast on the big screen in the center of the hall.

When he met the two heroes of the match, Messi and Kaka, he even took the time for a brief chat with them.

Sal’s face was bitter; things had grown more complicated. It had started as a search for the beastmen… But now, with things as they were, he had no choice. He couldn’t afford to provoke Onyxia, so he simply jumped onto her back and decided to take things one step at a time.

“Go, hurry up!” Yang Rui couldn’t care less, urging everyone onward; he didn’t want to lose a teammate at this crucial moment.

The twenty-first year of the Zhen Guan era, or 647 AD, saw the Arab forces invade Persia. Unable to hold out, King Yazdegerd sent envoys to Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, seeking aid.