Volume 1 Chapter 25 He Is Ruthless Enough

Although the flute was now in hand, playing it required a melody.

Li Zhi'an looked toward Cheng Xi.

This was Xiong Yi's territory, after all! If they were to provoke him, they would undoubtedly face dire consequences.

The old lady was advanced in years. Furthermore, during her youth, while following her father, she had contracted a severe illness that was never fully cured, leaving behind lingering complications. Compounded by a lifetime of toil, the ailment had become deeply rooted.

Could someone tell them what was happening? Why were all these police officers vomiting? And why was that middle-aged man, who had appeared so imposing moments ago, retching even more violently?

After this incident, Li Chen and his two companions reflected deeply and decided to plan before acting—which is to say, they found Wei Yu too uncanny and chose to retreat.

"Hmph, it seems he has broken free from the constraints of the Heaven-Sealing Finger, though he has yet to fully awaken..." the middle-aged man in white remarked coldly. The figure above his head was beginning to stir, gradually starting to interfere with the Three Realms.

Tears streamed down Huangfu Mian's face instantly; she understood, she knew, that Wei Yu loved her.

I exchanged contact information with Ruth and learned that she would only be in China for a fortnight.

"Attack!" At this thought, Wu Zhe drew the long sword from his waist and issued the command to his personal guard.

"Can you rest now?" Xia Muxi's voice was soft—so soft that if one did not listen carefully, one might truly mistake it for a hallucination.

Everything in the room remained unchanged, and a scent of alcohol wafted through the air. Jean pulled a bag of gifts he had bought on the way—wine and some snacks—from behind his back. Su Xin did not refuse and accepted them gladly.

Thinking of the offensive foul he had just drawn on Barnes, combined with that entirely unnecessary provocation just now.

Li Xing had no experience as a referee, but he had watched referees toss the ball at close range countless times; it required a bit of finesse.

However, they were not gathered in one place. Warships of different classes had their own specific orders and were currently scattered across every corner of the solar system. Only two Frontier-class Undying ships, along with those few Titan-class Reborn and Imperial-class vessels protecting the Emperor, were truly orbiting Earth.

Mo Yun nodded, maintaining a deep sense of wariness toward the two, for his life was now held in their hands.

In this loveless extended family, Li Xing was ostracized every day. He lay quietly, sternly barking orders at Stephenson.

Much like how Lin Tao had once distinguished between Shadow-Trapping Stones and Shadow-Suppressing Stones, the sheer number of similar curiosities that looked identical had led the future Interstellar Federation of Humanity to develop a set of thirty identification techniques.

Just imagine, at present, "Seven Kills" had only one disciple by his side. He could pick and choose from any cultivation method or martial art he pleased.

The sensitive Mills saw this as Stephenson's weak point and naturally seized upon it to launch a continuous assault, hurling all manner of disparaging and insulting remarks.

Mu Xiulian sneaked back, ears pricked, eavesdropping on the movements inside the room.

Uncle Xiao laughed and responded twice over the phone, though for some reason, I felt his laughter sounded somewhat forced.

Back in school, students loved nothing more than a spectacle. Consequently, when Chen Shishi and I were arguing at the classroom door, the entire class craned their necks to stare at us. Furthermore, I saw Deng Biao and a few other boys whispering and snickering below.

"I wasn't playing around! How is he toying with me? Weren't we in the middle of a battle?" Yuan Tianlie muttered, one large hand scratching his head while the other clutched his chest.