Chapter 59 What on Earth Should I Do?

Song Xixi was so furious she wanted to bite him. "President Qin, when did you change your profession to a stand-up comedian?"

Qin Ze did not get angry at all. Instead, he said leisurely, "Just stay put obediently today. If you don't listen, you know the consequences."

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You scoundrel!"

Qin Ze remained completely unfazed. He stretched lazily instead, looking at her with a half-smile.

"Song Xixi, in this lifetime, I am latching onto you for good!"

The army rushing in from afar had finally revealed its face, with a giant banner fluttering in the wind—bearing the character: Wei! Xiahou Dun and the other man were overjoyed; they knew this must be Wei Xiu and Huo Ling leading the troops here, and the two men fought with increasing valor.

Judging by Yue Xiyun's implication, Yue Xihua had also entered before. Could the secret of the Black Fiend be hidden inside?

Just as he reached this point, he suddenly remembered Jiang Mingchuan standing nearby, and could only chuckle sheepishly, saying no more.

If it were any other phone, being smashed onto the ground with such force by Luo Yicheng, it would have shattered instantly into pieces and could never have remained intact.

He had clearly seen just now that this was the imperial seal of the feudal lords, yet he had offended such a person. The expression of the chief commander of Hulao Pass naturally changed instantly in a flash.

This time, he was still unconvinced and resentful regarding the contract, but compared to being coerced into a pact with Yue Ming back then, it felt much better now. After all, Yue Ying was an opponent worthy of his high regard and respect.

Those three great princely mansions renowned throughout the world truly lived up to their reputation. They finally understood that the prominence of the Prince Yu's Mansion was never an empty rumor.

"Elder..." Yue Xiyun cast a pleading look toward Elder Yue. The elder froze for a moment, then let out a cold snort and turned his head away.

Sun Zhenting took out a test-paper-like object from the box, spread it flat on the table, and then used a dropper to draw a drop of liquid from the test tube and applied it onto the test paper.

Hearing Xiao Ruyan say this, everyone selectively ignored her previous behavior. They all walked into the living room and took their seats.

His head had been cleanly severed, and an iron computer was installed in its place upon his shoulders. Right in the center of the computer, a camera was staring directly at He Ying.

He had expected that person to be driven out in disgrace, yet unexpectedly, that person walked out in such a majestic and high-spirited manner.

Although Yunfengzi was a cultivator from the Eastern Territory, he was, after all, a supreme figure at the Nascent Soul realm, so even those residing in the Southern Territory occasionally heard legends about him.

A severed hand, bloated and rotted by rain, clung desperately to the threshold. The owner of that hand was an elderly aunt.

Nan Xun fixed her gaze intently on Lu Jinzhi in the Bentley, a man whose eyes were completely filled with Qu Luoyao, and suddenly felt that she was an absolute joke.

After all, Muzi was so slovenly, and even the place she lived in was so utterly fragile.

Even though Lu Jinzhi never once showed up, she would still polish his leather shoes every day, prepare clean ties for him, and replace his toiletries at regular intervals.

The Shennong Sect specialized in the art of alchemy, and this Chisongzi's attainments in the path of alchemy were naturally extraordinary.

Viewed this way, this was about the same as the initial requirement of needing an entire year to resolve all the issues.

The looks they cast toward Chi Yu were extremely complex, containing sympathy, doubt, and above all, words left unsaid.

Before the towering palace, a Taoist priest dressed in cyan robes, who looked to be in his early twenties, was waiting for Ji Yu's arrival.

As the old saying goes, those who do no evil have no fear of ghosts knocking on their door. If a ghost seeks someone out to settle accounts, it must surely have a deep connection with the deceased.

During these recent days, Lin Zhou had not gone anywhere else. Aside from a fixed period every day when he would disappear to practice martial arts, he spent the entire day with his wife and concubines.

The group traveled on the road for as long as three months. In the blink of an eye, spring arrived, and all the fatigue accumulated along the journey finally melted away the moment they caught sight of the capital city.

Another kind stems from the purpose of revenge; as the saying goes, "Love me, love my dog," and the same applies to hatred. Sometimes, the sentiment of "wishing your entire family would perish" is not merely an empty outburst of anger.