Volume 1, Chapter 47: A Hairpin Made with His Own Hands?

Why is Mei Xianghan here again?
The sight of her immediately brought to mind her own peach-blossom hairpin.
Mei Gongxue took a deep breath. In the past, she merely detested Mei Xianghan, but now, that feeling had morphed into a deep-seated hatred.
"Sister, it was my fault today!"
Mei Xianghan trotted over, wanting to approach yet hesitant to get too close.
The giant had two steel plates hung across his chest, and his beer belly was exposed, covered in bizarre tattoos.
A little over a quarter of an hour later, the convoy officially hit the main post road. The travelers on the road gradually increased, all of them—just like their own group—dragging their families along to escape the ravages of war. Most people, however, lacked carriages. Carrying loads on their shoulders or holding them in their hands, they walked slowly along both sides of the road.
"Sigh, he certainly wouldn't be willing... A place that even I find sordid, how could a person like him possibly like it..." Gu Fangyu shook his head with a trace of regret. He had finally thought of a way to vent some frustration on his behalf, only to reject the idea himself.
An Zhe's abrupt and nonsensical psychological activities were naturally unknown to ordinary people, but the guests in the parlor were all captivated by Nan Kotori's unique vocal timbre.
It was just that while the Core-Formation Pill merely guaranteed a hundred percent chance of entering the Core-Formation Realm, this kind of potion could push someone entirely to the pinnacle of the Core-Formation Realm.
Jian Xingdao was momentarily stunned. Cutting and polishing would generate a massive amount of dust; if he were to do it right here, this office would be completely ruined.
Had it been any other team, casualties might well have occurred, and in that case, they would have had to shell out compensation funds.
Who would have thought that today, facing He Yong, she would hit a brick wall. To her, this was simply an unbelievable occurrence.
"Roar—Damn it—" Enraged by the chaotic barrage of talisman papers, the Zombie King roared and frantically lunged forward with its fists, yet it could not find where its enemies were stationed, every punch striking empty air.
An Zhe could not describe what expression he wore at the moment; he only knew that a profound panic gripped his heart.
That single impact just now had directly shattered his spine, leaving his entire body completely unresponsive to his commands.
Even from his lip movements, Yin Luli could tell that this fellow was undoubtedly about to unleash a string of profanities. However, the moment Wang Baitong saw it was Yin Luli, whom he had not seen for many days...
Prince Qi had the words at the tip of his tongue several times, unable to utter them; after all, this matter truly compromised the dignity of Prince Qi's estate.
The sun gradually rose, and its rays shone into Luli's eyes. Luli struggled to open his eyes, feeling the heavy dew coating his body. With a slight shudder of his frame, the dew scattered in all directions, falling into the grass.
Zhou Chen instantly formed a guess in his mind. Watching Uncle Liu on the ring—his eyes bruised and battered by another old man wearing boxing gloves, swaying precariously yet refusing to fall—he felt a sense of speechlessness.
Learning his destination from the driver, the taxi successfully arrived in Hell's Kitchen. After George stepped out of the car, the driver slammed on the gas and sped away directly.
Yet his luck was not quite favorable; apart from some bulky furniture and dust everywhere, there was nothing in this building suitable for use as a weapon.
When he walked out of the bathroom looking refreshed and invigorated, he saw Barbara lying sideways on the bed in an exceptionally seductive posture.
"When you entered the school to search yesterday, you should have deployed defenses outside the school as well. Didn't the intelligence department personnel outside see anyone leave the school?" Wei Dingbo asked directly.
After all the firecrackers were extinguished, the horse finally recovered from its fright, and at this point, it naturally refused to run any further.
Although she had not spent a long time with Wang Yuan, he had saved her life twice in succession. Though she said nothing of it out loud, she felt deeply grateful in her heart.
Jeremy's condition was slightly better than Robert's. He had been shot in the thigh and abdomen; the wound on his thigh seemed to have missed the main artery, resulting in minimal blood loss there, though the condition of the abdominal wound remained unclear.