Chapter 33

Huo Bao cursed aloud, though in his heart, he felt grateful to Zhen Yuanzi. Because he had sealed him away, he was insulated from the spider threads of Heaven’s Will, freeing him from the shackles of destiny; there was no one in this world who could dictate his life.

Facing Ling Xinghan’s pleas for mercy, Yang Yi ignored him entirely. Even though Ling Xinghan had slowed down, Yang Yi drove his car right into him, pushing him all the way until they were two hundred meters from the finish line. Only then did Yang Yi swerve to the side, crossing the finish line first.

He truly had not expected that the evidence Yang Yi spoke of would be so complete and detailed.

A leg injury, at most, causes inconvenience, but a head injury is a grave matter. Thus, the Strange Dragon King chose to protect his head, adhering to the principle of "choosing the lesser of two evils."

People are just like that; some always look down on others. Seeing Ye Fei dressed in an ordinary, mid-range suit and speaking with a humble tone, lacking the condescending and overbearing aura of a so-called big shot, they simply didn't take him seriously.

Consequently, many scavengers only realized after plunging their daggers into the dinosaurs' bodies just how difficult it was to carve a piece of flesh from them.

Yinhun could naturally sense the shift in Snake Seven’s aura, but he showed no reaction, merely extending a hand behind him in a faint gesture to stop.

Promising to allow someone into the ancestral grave is a major matter in any clan, one that cannot be decided lightly.

It is much like the Return to One Sword Technique of the Sword Tomb. If Jian Chen or Yin Xiuyue were to start with the highest level, "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to One," as their introductory lesson, they would likely never master it, even after a lifetime of practice.

"When did you steal my jade pendant? I’ve been looking for it everywhere and couldn't find it. I never expected it to be in your hands!" Black Butterfly exclaimed, snatching the pendant directly from Ye Long.

Rose looked at Liuguang and blinked gently. Her gaze suddenly dimmed, as if she had abruptly returned to reality from the brazen attitude she had just displayed.

After the final comb-through to the ends, Liuguang set down the ivory comb. Rose stood up slowly and pushed open the door. The sunlight was exceptionally dazzling—a rare, warm winter sun.

Jianjian’s mother blinked guiltily. She had indeed said those words; she had rushed back from work at noon to cook for Jianjian and had run into Tong Ruo and the others as they returned.

Five fatal seconds, a fatal paralysis. At this moment, Aotian’s health had dropped below five hundred. If the Queen Ant were to attack just one more time—a simple, casual strike—it would be enough to send Aotian safely back to the city.

The man felt embarrassed upon hearing this. Yangyang’s seemingly innocent, childish words drew a burst of snickering from the passersby.

Leng Shaochen shot a cold glare at Pei Jun without ceremony. Although Pei Jun’s words were impossible to realize, they still sounded harsh and unpleasant to his ears.

Fortunately, Beiming Ye had both money and prestige; he stayed in the most luxurious hospital room in the city, which was spacious enough for a group of people to race in.

Feng Jiping sighed slightly, and the white mist instantly dispersed. He pulled his suit jacket tightly around himself and turned to get into his car.

The next morning, He Ze went out again, leaving Chen Nian alone in the room. It was deep into the night when He Ze returned. Although he still wore a smile, it was extremely forced, and his brows were furrowed with gloom, as if he no longer had the heart to joke with Chen Nian.

Before anyone could react, her lips were fiercely sealed. Amidst the faint scent of tobacco, Shang Peidi’s domineering acquisition seemed about to begin once more.

However, for a period following this, the Beiming Demon Lord vanished without a trace. Everyone speculated that the Demon Lord had died from his severe injuries.

The voice was like celestial music, moving Beitang Mo to the point that her limbs trembled. This was the first kind word she had heard since entering the palace. Truly, the person she had chosen was different from the rest.

Beitang Mo, with a dazed look in her eyes, turned her head to look at Jingzhe. Just as she was about to turn back, she was startled by the handkerchief Jingzhe thrust before her eyes, and she frowned.

Orders were issued one after another from the Commandant’s Mansion, the county town was locked down, and no one was permitted to leave.

Chui Chui responded through consciousness: "The reason 'Reverse' cannot defeat the Executioners is that 'Reverse' concentrates divine power, life, and energy into one, and naturally cannot rival the strikes of those possessing higher authority."

Feeling exceptionally pleased with himself, Yan Xing offered a smile and continued to ride forward, head held high and chest puffed out.

Recalling the original instructions carefully, there was indeed no mention of such a situation occurring after the card’s duration expired.

Ye Xiang turned his gaze toward Mu Xiaohe, naturally wanting to see how Mu Xiaohe would make his promise.

"Don't just stand there, do as the Exorcist says," Abocis said in a deep voice. Afterward, he approached Wen Boming, who possessed a massive, hideous visage, his expression complex.

In every film and television show featuring zombies or the undead, their only fate is to have their heads ruthlessly blown off, ending their existence entirely.

"Uncle Cang, go and rest first. The master is still sleeping and likely won't wake for a while. He was quite tired after speaking so much with Lawyer Xuan earlier," Jiang Yingyue said softly, casting a glance at Uncle Cang.

Originally intending to vent his anger at Yang Feng, Lin Yaoguang found he couldn't. What Yang Feng said about his condition of 'excessive Yin and deficient Yang' was the truth.

Williams perhaps assumed that Claude could not be far from him, or perhaps the outside world had stopped searching for him.

Tang Huang glanced at the soundly sleeping Tang Nuonuo while driving, then looked at Su Zhimo, who was staring out the window, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

When Jiang Yingyue took Mother Zhao’s arm, the older woman’s body visibly shuddered. She smiled at Jiang Yichen with a touch of stiffness.

The sound of bone cracking echoed once more from Emperor Huang. This time, the damage he sustained was even more severe; the bones within him were not merely broken but pulverized by the force of Ye Feng’s punch.

It wasn't that these people had participated in the past events, but rather that Zhao Bin would be there. If he were to start a business, it would mean stealing food from many people's plates.

He dared not defy his own wife. Besides, compared to names like 'Goudan' or 'Wangcai,' Tangbao was quite upscale and sophisticated.