Volume One, Chapter 33: She Is My Wife!

"Do not say that. Your father is in his prime; he can easily stay by my side for another twenty or thirty years. That will be more than enough." Hua Jian whispered.

There is truth to the saying that many hands make light work; within two days, the entire foundation had been excavated.

Crack! I don't know where I found the strength, but with my thumb and index finger, I easily snapped his finger.

Now that her parents were in prison and her brother was gone, she was the only cousin left; it was impossible for her not to care.

Ouyang Jue used his phone to call the security office, summoning the guard on duty to come up.

It might even become a topic of gossip, with people saying that making their relationship public on such an occasion was quite bold, or they might discuss the complicated love triangle between himself, Lu Jincheng, and Yuan Ziyi.

Shen Cong'an suddenly wore a pained expression. He slumped on the sofa, clutching his chest and gasping for air.

He was usually such a haughty and aloof person; why did he act like his brain had been caught in a door today?

"Hu Yongyi? Is that the same Hu Yongyi that baby Wu Wei loves most? Thank goodness, Wu Wei will surely pull through as long as Hu Yongyi is here." The American Shorthair cat also crowded in, hopping with excitement alongside Pipi.

Chi Xiao shook his head. "Where is the divorce agreement? I’ll sign it right now, so you two stop arguing. Being woken up by you two has given me a splitting headache." Chi Xiao clutched his head in an expression of annoyance.

Because everything Quan Guanqing said was basically consistent with what Ai Feng had said earlier. The only thing was that Quan Guanqing did not confess how Vice Sect Leader Ma had died.

Le Ge thought to herself, "Hmph, Miao Jiang doesn't even know how to steal a chicken properly. The most important thing when stealing a chicken is the momentum. I not only followed Jiujiu but also doubled the price; this way, I’ve crushed her in terms of presence. The final victory will definitely be mine... Le Ge, you really are a genius."

Qin Ruilin shook his head. The moment he saw Han Muxi, he missed Shen Aoning all the more. The thought that Shen Aoning’s true purpose in approaching him was to get closer to Han Muxi made him feel deeply uncomfortable.

Mrs. Qin waved her hand, worrying that Shen Aoning had sprained her ankle at the flower and bird market and was deliberately hiding it to keep her from worrying. It seemed her previous assessment of Shen Aoning had been truly wrong; the child was thoughtful and gentle, truly worthy of her son.

Five high-altitude ancient towers stood entrenched within the bunkers, and directly below lay the lunar base, where the launch silos for the Requiem could be vaguely seen.

Seeing the White Tiger swallow the mountain ginseng and suddenly bolt, Ai Feng raised his hand to strike at it. The White Tiger did not dodge, as even Ai Feng’s full-force blow would be nothing more than a tickle to it.

Facing such a terrifying triple heavenly tribulation occurring all at once, there was truly no other outcome than the soul being scattered into nothingness.

"Heretic?" Hearing Ares's words, Jiang Yun suddenly laughed. This guy actually dared to call him a heretic? It was truly a huge joke.

The old man’s disappearance did not cause Jiang Yun much panic; in fact, as the man vanished, Jiang Yun wore an expression that suggested he had expected as much all along.

When she was in America, A-Li taught her the necessary means for survival and living. In A-Li's words, even if she were to end up wandering the streets later without money, if she had to become a thief, she would certainly be a highly skilled one.

As for Old Bei, the moment Mikoli scored, he couldn't help but slam the soda bottle he was drinking onto the ground and began a string of Spanish profanities.

"Ghost Hand Pi Ju?" Ye Tian murmured the name, his expression growing increasingly grave, as the other party's words had actually revealed a great deal of information.

Tears slid past her eyes; the wind whipping fiercely against her gaze blew away the gathering droplets, scattering them into the air in a shimmering mist.

Thus, in the ancient era, the art of ghost cultivation slowly emerged. Those spirits who had temporarily escaped the Black and White Generals gradually joined the ranks of ghost cultivators. For this, that great master eventually earned his own title, calling himself the "Ghost Spirit King," and founded his own sect, known as Ghost Yin.

Indeed, those Spirit Beast Pills were not ordinary medicine; they were quite expensive, and Cha Xiangsi truly couldn't afford to eat them like rice.

The rear spoiler and back door of the BMW had dark scratches; a large chunk of the original silver paint had been scraped off, and some areas were even dented inward.

"It serves them right. There were originally forty or fifty Martial Venerables, but they started infighting and cut their own numbers in half. We’ve stumbled into a stroke of luck. I wonder what the situation is on the other battlefields?" Su Can said with some concern.

"No!" George and the others all answered loudly. As professional players, how could they ever complain about having too few championships?

Azure Dragon Deacon Tang Hu’s face turned leaden. This time, he was no longer putting on a show; he was genuinely enraged. After all the painstaking planning he had done, the progress had been smooth until now, but who would have thought that the failure would occur in the one place where it was least likely to go wrong?

"Hum!" Suddenly, the space trembled, and countless fireballs appeared in Su Can's hands, which he hurled toward the dragon-headed monster, one after another, as if they were infinite.

The large centipede-wolves in the other three caves had also discovered that their companions were being slaughtered by the human martial artists, but constrained by the terrain, they were powerless to act.