Volume 1, Chapter 40: Taking the Fat Man to File a Police Report, He Was Simply Hysterical!

Fatty Ma was dragged out by his arms, having been beaten all over his body. Thanks to his earnest pleading, the fierce young woman before him refrained from attacking his most sensitive spot.

If he had previously felt a flutter of romantic interest and wished to conquer this woman through sheer force, he now wanted nothing more than to scramble to his feet and flee immediately.

Yet, having little strength left, he was simply dragged and hauled out, which was utterly humiliating.

Glancing around, he was relieved to see that the adults had all left, leaving only a few children.

The youngsters, eager for a spectacle, crowded around him. Seeing a figure sprawled on the ground, they burst into laughter and circled him. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, he could only cover his face with both hands.

"Since you are Ji's friend, I am your friend too. If you encounter any trouble, you can come directly to me. As you know, Ji is very busy," Xuanxuan said with a smile.

"Xuanxuan, let me look at you." Dongfang Ji felt truly apologetic. He knew he had hurt Xuanxuan once again.

"Guild Master Shadow Eclipse, what should we do with her?" God of War Yutian asked, pointing toward Lin Xin, who remained huddled in the corner as quiet and lifeless as a walking corpse. In truth, there had never been any intention to proceed with the wedding; otherwise, not a single guest would have been left uninvited. Everything was merely a ruse designed to lure Xu Xiang into the trap.

"Are you still going to put up a front?" Bao'er set down her teacup, turning to look at the man on the ground who, despite being afflicted with a potent poison, bore no disheveled appearance whatsoever. A trace of deep emotion flickered in her eyes.

"Is this truly what you wish for? Do you hope I care more for others than for you?" He placed his teacup on the coffee table, tilting his head to look at Su Jinyu.

"It is purely a misunderstanding, right, Young Master Lin?" Xiao Tiancheng asked with acute agility, shifting the attention to Lin Xiu while casting a pleading glance his way.

Xingnu gave a soft, brief response, at a loss for further words, and could only offer a token of gratitude.

"Yes. I did it all to protect you. I have always loved you," Dongfang Ji said hurriedly, nodding.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Xiao Caifu asked, reaching out with another pair of chopsticks to pop a piece of braised pork into her mouth. A long, drawn-out sigh immediately echoed by the man's ear.

Fortunately, the three thieves of the Arcadia Guild were all trapped. Seeing this situation, Crimson Snow and Deranged infatuation both wore slight smiles.

"Well, I'll be leaving then. I'll come look for you if there's a chance—cough, of course, that is if you want me to. If you'd rather not, I'll try to visit less often, or perhaps not come at all." Unique.

Mu Youchen looked up at Qingruo, nodded gently, and scooped Mu Qianxun up horizontally in his arms. Knowing that she was immune to all poisons, he still could not suppress his worry.

***

Yet times had changed; if he could thwart the invasion of the Qingge tribe, he would gladly sacrifice his head without a second thought. After all, the Xia Kingdom was the culmination of his life's work, and he could not stand idly by and watch it fall into enemy hands.

If anesthetics were administered and his body slipped beyond his control, what would happen if the pursuing forces of Kirigakure arrived during that vulnerable window?

Upon seeing his anxious expression, Mother didn't even bother asking for details. She fetched him several sets of clothes, but finding them insufficient, she shouldered a roll of coarse fabric bought by his father and returned to the company. Many soldiers were far too thinly clad and suffering terribly from the cold, so they would tear off a piece of the coarse fabric to drape over their shoulders, which provided at least a little relief.

Could it be that the Emperor delayed his approval for several days because Mother had said something to change his mind?

Amidst the gray desert, a procession of six figures formed a peculiar combat formation as they slowly advanced into the depths of the wasteland.

Because of the Blood God Clan's affairs, the Patriarch held immense authority to intervene. One might even say that whichever faction he wished to support, he could secretly assist that prince in ascending to the position of Young Patriarch, thereby bypassing the need for any internal strife.

Before the old man's laughter had even died down, Long Bing felt a lightness in his back. When he looked over, Fang Jie was already lying beside the old man, while the latter continued sweeping the floor unhurriedly with his broom.

Mu Yunfan stroked his nose, his eyes burning with excitement. So he too had lost so many children.

Qing County was barely a hundred miles from Yunzhou, a journey of only a few days by calculation. Along the way, Wen Ziqi and his companions encountered many families fleeing famine, most of whom were heading north from Qing County and Yunzhou.

After uncovering Eduardo's conspiracy, Gru encountered his former partner, Dr. Nefario, who had defected to Eduardo's camp.

Xiao Yong watched him all the way to the mountain ridge, just like seeing off Jing Ke, and only felt at ease when he saw him dash down the mountain toward the enemy's encampment.

Here, domestic and imported films must be discussed separately. In the domestic film market, breakout hits almost always opt for extended theatrical runs.

Before Immortal Canglan could finish speaking, the surrounding ground began to shake violently. Suddenly, a beam of golden light burst forth from Lord Leyang's body, charging straight into the tribulation clouds and transforming into a golden dragon swimming through the dark mists.

With each director submitting a short film, it felt precisely like a class of students handed a writing assignment by their head teacher.

Li Shangnan patted her back, gently rubbing his cheek against her forehead, his dark eyes brimming with tenderness.

Dense bolts of lightning crashed down relentlessly as if they cost nothing, pushing the members of the Lingyun Sect to the brink of total spiritual exhaustion.

The family ate while showering praise on Shengxue's culinary skills; the dishes truly possessed color, aroma, and flavor in abundance. Shengxue smiled and said, "Sister, Brother-in-law, there are still four dishes I prepared specially for you." With that, she signaled her attendants to serve the food.

***

Immortal Miaoyue formed a hand seal to parry, but failed to block the blow; instead, she was driven back two steps by the overpowering force.

Jiang Baobei emerged from the fitting room, inspected her adorable reflection in the mirror, and became somewhat captivated by her own appearance.

Xiao Zhi'an's words allowed Lin Qiqi to calm down completely, compelling her to carefully recall everything Lu Jin had told her.

Seeing that He Sangsang had retreated to a safe zone, Su An planted a kick squarely against the door. The entrance, already half-wrecked by Jin Rongyu and his companions, simply caved in and collapsed.

"When the Golden Core leaves the body, it gives birth to a Nascent Soul—that is their divine soul!" her senior brother explained from the side.

Had she not grown accustomed to going two or three days without a bath during the apocalypse, she would have been utterly disgusted! Of course, she was practically the only one with the capability to bathe every two or three days in such end-of-the-world conditions.

Zhou Ming lunged forward, dodging Zeng Jing's sword while simultaneously thrusting his own blade sideways toward her throat.

The two rooms were interconnected, and since Zhou Ming's room was closer to the stairs, three men burst straight in and opened fire the moment they reached his threshold, while another two rushed toward Yan Shuangying's quarters.

At Elder Qinghuai's prompt, the disciple opened the box to reveal a long sword as dark as ink, upon which tiny starlight flickered, casting reflections onto the ceiling like points of starlight in the night sky.

Though unable to fathom what this young Daoist priest was thinking, he figured that avoiding trouble was better than courting it, and successfully delivering the cargo with ease would constitute a complete success.

Standing before the spatial gateway, Qin Guanglin held a gourd in his palm, clad in a flowing blue silk robe with trailing sashes, looking utterly ethereal and unrestrained.

It was just that Cui Yan had only recently assumed the position of Registrar, suffering from a lack of established authority on the one hand, while on the other, not yet very many soldiers were acquainted with him.

Looking at Wang Zhenzhen's worried expression, Lin He smiled. This was the Wang Zhenzhen he loved—compassionate, and though slightly Mary Sue-ish, so what? He simply liked her, simply loved her.