Volume 1, Chapter 61

Os méritos do ex-marido irmão são infinitos, empreste-me para desenhar um talismã, o que há? Cabeça careca bolinha de carne 1167 words 2026-08-04 06:00:51

On the second anniversary of my marriage to Fu Lingzhou, I was pushed off a high building by his own hands, meeting a tragic and gruesome death.

Although the Heavenly Emperor Cat knew very well that those magical beasts were not itself and had nothing to do with it whatsoever, it simply loathed the human practice of using beast skeletons to forge weapons or utilizing beasts for cultivation.

The heaven-shaking giant python opened its massive jaws and clamped down on the neck of a giant hyena beast, which struggled desperately. Taking advantage of the moment, the other companions launched a sneak attack on the giant python.

Upon learning the outcome, most people mirrored his expression and then swiftly turned their gazes collectively toward Zhao Junjie.

Princess Eden suddenly raised her head and pressed her lips against his, her tongue invading his mouth. At that moment, any words would have seemed completely redundant; such a passionate kiss was more than enough to convey everything she wanted to express.

After a moment of hesitation, Zhan Dongtong finally voiced the doubt that had been lingering in his heart and troubling him for so long.

Goodness gracious! A gigantic super man-eating flower bared a row of sharp, ghastly white teeth and let out a shrill, malicious laugh.

On September twenty-first, the second older brother got up exceptionally early. After putting on the new clothes Chen Wanhe had bought him and polishing his leather shoes, he walked out the door with an expression of feigned arrogance.

Many cranes also noticed the novelty, flying over to watch the commotion and searching everywhere for suitable nesting grounds where they could pair up.

"The place I want to build is a farm, and you're asking for a rent of only one pound?" Ling Xiao's expression was deeply exaggerated.

The forensic physical evidence technicians knocked off earlier, leaving at five o'clock. Just as Nanlin Guiyi had finished packing up his belongings, his cell phone rang.

A large hand scooped her up, pulling her delicate body into the circle of a muscular, sturdy chest.

Ye Chu patted the dust off his clothes, stood up, and stretched his limbs. He had been lost in demonic obsession for goodness knows how many days and nights.

By the time Yan Ruo drove all the way to the hotel and hurriedly inquired about the location of Shen Xuyan's room, she waited impatiently for the elevator. It was only at this moment that Yan Ruo slowly calmed down, wondering what kind of attitude she should adopt when facing Shen Xuyan.

Even though this immature weapon constantly malfunctioned, they still chose to pick up the flamethrowers in their hands.

According to Tutumen's thinking, regardless of whether Nanlin Guiyi was willing to release this information, he was going to publish it on his own anyway. So why bother communicating with Nanlin Guiyi at all?

Nanlin Guiyi awkwardly scratched the back of his head. It seemed that Hayakawa Juri had already arranged everything in advance? Even if Nanlin Guiyi hadn't agreed, he would have found a way to make him agree, wouldn't he?

Su Xin suddenly felt that she was being a bit dramatic. What was the point of avoiding making public appearances with Sun Zhenhao now? When the wedding arrived, even more people would be watching.

Having gone through so many days and nights, through countless storms and trials, he had finally won Cong Jiajia's heart. He considered this the greatest success of his twenty-plus years of life. His happiness and excitement were beyond words.

Looking at the bustling and lively Prime Minister's Estate, Yan Zi felt a turbulent wave of excitement in her heart—she was even more thrilled than if she were getting married herself. A major weight was finally lifted from her mind; as long as Shi Yanshang lived happily, she would believe that true love still existed in the human world, giving her greater courage to pursue her own happiness.

Solemn, sorrowful, and desolate; in the distant sky, a faint, dignified, and majestic melody drifted over, as if reminding everyone here that a supreme powerhouse had once passed away here.

Having witnessed my fair share of grand scenes, my heart surprisingly did not panic at all, because I knew very well that at this moment, I only needed to step back from this circle to calm this turmoil.