That was a close one; I almost gave myself internal injuries from holding it in.

Looking at Jiang Yuyu before her—despite his usual frivolous and carefree demeanor—he was destined to become the future Prince Qi.

Teacher Gu completely embodied her ideal type: passionate about charity, fond of children, and possessing a gentle, handsome, and polite disposition.

Among the audience, not to mention the students supporting Qian Quan, even those from Zhejiang University itself were struck into speechless astonishment, beginning to silently wonder how high a score he could possibly achieve tonight.

Although Ye Ruoshan felt a trace of doubt, she obediently handed her identity token and mask over to Wang Buwen. Yet, Wang Buwen's next action caused her expression to change drastically.

The effect of this item was that once the glasses were worn, they would instill an inexplicable sense of awe toward you in any man.

The curly-haired young man rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling as though his thoughts had drifted off for a split second, as if he had caught sight of something bizarre.

While humanity was busy worrying about the conditions required to unlock the Boss's chamber, Bai Su was still observing the subtly shifting environment around him.

Seeing the helpless expression on Tang San's face, Dai Mubai panicked. With Tang San by his side, he might still stand a chance of defeating the Star Luo Royal Academy, where his elder brother Dai Davis played, in the finals.

Once all the operations were complete, he closed his laptop and reached into the drawer to retrieve the "Nightmare" box.

Igarashi Yugiri sidestepped, executed a half-circle pivoting step, and unleashed a ferocious, direct side kick aimed straight at Qian Quan's abdomen.

Seeing Lin Chen begin to comprehend, Bing Xuanji also found a corner and sat down to fathom her own martial dao domain.

Xu Tianyi reached out to hug her in excitement, but Xu Xin'an stepped back, dodging his arms and crossing her own over her chest.

Pei Xuelian chatted idly with him for quite a while, coaxing him into higher and higher spirits before finally bringing up the main topic.

Helian Xi buried his face in her bosom. She threaded her fingers through his hair and pressed her cheek against the crown of his head.

"Damn it, I'll hire someone to take care of Wang Shihang and give him a taste of his own medicine. Let's see if she can still afford to be so arrogant then," Yi Zeyu said through clenched teeth, his eyes surging with a fierce, sullen light.

The two of them had just finished their chores when a figure flashed at the doorway, and a robust old woman draped in brocade and silk walked in.

She hadn't even realized that the other party had moved away. At this thought, a pang of guilt flickered through Mi Qianqian's heart. With such an irresponsible good friend, Nuan Nuan must have had a terribly difficult time as well.

Only in this way could Wen Heng shake off their constraints, muster the strength to fight back, and resolve to leave once and for all.

His Demonic Shadow was an ancient technique of the Shadow Demon Hall. Ever since he began using it, it had always been invincible, and no one had ever dared to meet it head-on, not even Ling Qingxuan.

At that moment, Fu Lu walked toward Chu Han. As she approached, her back was turned to the third young master Leng, while she continuously winked and signaled at Chu Han.

It wasn't until nine-thirty that all the fried dough sticks were used up. There was still some glutinous rice left, but without the dough sticks, they couldn't make glutinous rice wrapped in dough sticks, so the three siblings packed up their stall.

At first, I thought the call was from Lin Rou, since judging by the time, she should have had some preliminary results by now, so I picked it up instinctively.

After pondering for a long time without finding an answer, he simply gave up on thinking about it. Soon, he noticed numerous gazes fixed upon him—some filled with envy, some with hostility, and naturally, a few tinged with lingering resentment.

Yun Zhiyan possessed a unique martial art: simply by making physical contact or sparring with someone, she could instantly discern their strength and capabilities.

The Shadow Dragon melted into a wisp of darkness, merging with the shadows. Within the pitch-black environment where one could not even see their own hand, Ming closed his eyes.

If only one of them could survive, he wanted Qin Wu to live on well. If the heavens took pity on their family, it would eventually lead them out of adversity and into fortune.

On the outskirts of the Qiya Mountain Range, along a muddy mountain trail overgrown with weeds, a diverse group of people formed a long, winding line, making their way forward with great difficulty.

Though I had no idea how long this lie could hold up, I had to grasp at any random excuse in order to find evidence for a divorce.

The man and the dog were truly locked in a stubborn standoff; neither the one would loosen its grip with its teeth nor the other its hold with its hand, dragging the stalemate on for over half an hour.

He had originally not wanted anyone else to know about the dragon egg, but storage rings could not hold living creatures. As cracks began to appear on the surface of the egg and its life aura leaked outward, the dragon egg manifested itself into the open air on its own.

Blood-Nature closed his eyes. That gaze, once sharp as a blade, was now webbed with bloodshot veins. Major Long Meng was right: if you cannot remain impartial, you have already chosen to be biased.

"That hasn't happened, but they vanished completely right after spreading the news that the ruins of Mo are about to reappear," said the Myriad Bone King.

Luo Aoyun looked curiously at Shen Jun. Just like himself, he had two legs and two hands; the difference was that his hands and feet were smaller than his own, and lacked hair. His face was different, too.

The coachman also stretched his neck anxiously, peering inside with a look of dismay. Having lost his own silver, he felt deeply unlucky, yet unable to enter the tavern, he had no choice but to stand waiting beside the carriage.

This was thanks to a corrupt official who had been in the same prison cell for four years. That corrupt official was a proud alumnus of Tsinghua University from the 1950s, once a top student in the law department. Sentenced to six years, he had served as a frequent target in prison yard beatings, but thanks to Zhang Tie's covert protection, he was spared a great deal of physical torment.

He could not understand why this sensation had suddenly arisen, but he was certain that just a moment ago, the entrance had indeed filled him with a sense of dread. When he sent his divine sense into the opening to investigate, it had simply vanished into thin air as if swallowed by nothingness, leaving him with zero discoveries.

Checking the time, she saw it was already midday. Lin Xiaohuan put aside her work and headed to the restroom to touch up her makeup.

Severely wounded amidst his death screams, before he could even react, another cultivator had already run a blade straight through his chest.