Someone exclaimed, "My heavens, the Hua family patriarch's three sons all died by his hand. How could this be?"
"Keep your voice down. What if that god-like figure overhears us? Then our fate will be the same as theirs!"
Liu Shiyan felt a warm breath on her face and forehead, a wave of dizziness washing over her. She resisted silently in her heart, but before she could utter a sound, her lips were sealed by a forceful kiss.
"Hey, Chu Yun?" Shen Yu, still a bit groggy, suddenly came to her senses as she saw a news report on the large screen in the middle of the hall.
On Sunday, August 31st, due to Milan's participation in the Super Cup, the match between Trapani and Trapani at home was postponed to September 1st. Therefore, the pre-match press conference was scheduled by Trapani for the afternoon of August 31st in the news hall of the Pacheco Training Base.
"Why are you up so early?" A voice suddenly rang out. Zhang Zhao had walked over to the car at some point.
"I don't know about upstream. I just walked a stretch of road, and then it was gone. I couldn't see anything," Li Sanli's words were as good as saying nothing. What did you mean by that?
"Bang bang bang!" Lin Chen, watching coldly as the four thugs rushed at him, spun the baseball bat in his hand and struck the heads of the thugs, the heaviest among them, as if cracking a watermelon.
A few minutes later, the Twin-headed Netherwolf collapsed from excessive blood loss, leaving only a stunned Chu Yun standing.
Before, Ares felt very sorry for Meruru for carelessly devouring the meal Meruru had personally prepared. So today, he woke up early, rushed into the kitchen, and also personally made breakfast for Meruru.
Yu Yan smiled, about to speak, when she suddenly heard the noise of voices. Then came the screams of the vendors in terror and the cries of pedestrians unable to escape, all rising one after another.
Nan Qingqing was dragged away by Nan Bosh, leaving Nan Fu to sit down dejectedly. Meng Sinan, however, hugged him.
The river was parting, drop by drop. What kind of power was this? Was it a natural disaster or man-made?
Teacher Liao: This is a benefit applied for by the organizers. Ordinary people can't get into the Kyoto Research Institute at all.
"Boss Lu, please don't be angry. Uncle and Auntie meant well. I apologize on behalf of Uncle and Auntie," Gu Jing said softly.
As Chen's mother spoke of her sorrow, tears rolled down her eyes. While picking up fried dumplings, she continuously wiped her tears with the back of her hand. Chen's father lowered his head and lit his pipe again, and Chen Ying also lowered her head, remaining silent.
With the merits from these ninety-five lifetimes accumulated, it was quite considerable. At least, it was enough to ensure a place in the lower realms.
This third level was indeed different. Not only did it have a plot, but she also had an identity, and this world had its own structure.
Wang Ai listened, dumbfounded. He had thought cultivating a horse immortal would be simple, but from Guan Shihua's description, it didn't seem to be the case.
From now on, she wasn't going to pick and choose orders. She would directly process them according to the release time, whether they were classic Fanfu orders or custom-made Fanfu orders.
If Yang An had not been unaffected by the simulated phantom insect corpses and could directly see his true appearance, coupled with the conspicuous, ferocious snake head that was not disguised.
"That's only natural. Stick with me from now on, and I guarantee no one will dare bully a newcomer like you. Huh, the brother next to you also looks unfamiliar. Are they a newcomer too?" the Imperial Guard asked.
Gu Hanhao had finished washing up, lifted the covers, and lay down beside Ling Lan, tilting his ear to listen with her. He also wanted to hear what kind of bizarre story, like a movie played out in real life, this was.