Chapter 37: Is There Something Wrong With the Meat?

Everyone turned to look at the source of the sound, only to see a chubby boy covering his nose, blood visible between his fingers.

"What's going on? Could it be..." someone muttered, their tone laced with apprehension.

"Could be what? Don't leave half your sentence hanging," Chen Jiaojiao demanded, annoyed by the vague remark.

Qu Yun immediately walked over to the student. "How are you feeling?"

"Huh? Aside from the nosebleed, I don't feel anything," Su Kang replied.

Then, with a deafening boom, Naruto was violently repelled by the barrier, sent flying until he crashed into a tower, shattering it to pieces.

Once Duan Tianjin discovered that I was the White Dove, even if he didn't kill me immediately, he would torture me severely. After extracting the information he wanted, he might just throw me to Ma Tao.

Looking at the blank spaces on the imperial decree, Yang Jian estimated that there was only enough room for a dozen names at most.

"Don't touch me!" I instinctively shoved away the security guard's hand. Seeing me resist, he became convinced I was there to cause trouble and immediately prepared to use force.

I saw Li Guizhen kneeling before his father’s memorial tablet, holding a rag and wiping the photograph of his father taken while he was still alive, over and over again.

Although it was improper for Yang Jian to go cause trouble for the Western Sect without consulting them, it had truly vented some of their pent-up anger.

But at this moment, he was locked in a standoff with Shen Yun; he wanted to see just how long Shen Yun could keep up this charade.

This certainly wasn't enough. Only by playing for real would it be convincing, so I mixed another cup of water laced with aphrodisiac and forced Auntie Ying to drink it.

The restaurant specialized in barbecue and boiled dishes; because the prices were reasonable and the portions generous, business was constant.

"What? A rainstorm is prepared?" Yuan Tianzhong almost blurted out. Is Brother Dong the God of Rain? Able to summon wind and rain at will? This is too incredible.

After breakfast, Qin Ting went to work, and Qingxin returned directly to the Jindu Hotel, where Leopard and Xin Lang were already waiting for his arrival.

Seeing this scene, Han Fei and the others were completely bewildered. What on earth was the enemy doing? If they wanted to kill them, they should have just done it—why all the useless chatter?

"Brother Dong, should we have our brothers from the two bars rush out and catch the Green Gang in a three-sided pincer attack?" Liu Bo asked cautiously.

As the group moved into the distance, Liu Chen’s figure reappeared in the forest behind them. Watching them disappear, a cold sneer slowly curled onto his face.

"Let's go," Lu Mei said to Naruto, hoping to impart strength to him through her touch.

"An honest man shouldn't do things that go against his conscience. Don't worry, Dad, I know what I'm doing," Qingxin quickly replied. He didn't need to listen to know why Wu Hao was looking for him.

A flash of murderous intent flickered in Feng Shaoming’s eyes. He didn't mind if others targeted him, but he had the Feng family behind him—his father and mother. The purple-robed youth’s words had threatened his greatest vulnerability; a dragon has scales that, once touched, lead to certain death.

"Mmm, get that away, it's poking me and it's uncomfortable~ What on earth is it? You didn't bring a wine bottle out with you, did you?" Tong Yan said, reaching for the hard object at her waist, seemingly wanting to see if it was a red wine bottle.

I recounted my deductions to the two of them. Both Bai Qi and Officer Yang looked shocked; they had clearly realized that this time, there should be no more errors in the reasoning.

Hearing Zhao Jingye speak, Yun Wanqing could only slowly lift her head to meet the Emperor's scrutinizing gaze.

"Is this really going to work?" We stared at him with concern, our hearts in our throats, terrified that the ball of green energy would vanish inside his body.

His voice, however, was not as chaotic as his appearance suggested; it remained remarkably calm. Ignoring the devastation around him, he was still the same peerless, elegant man.