Evil Deeds Exposed to All

Han Lei knitted her brows, knowing that the frivolous remark was aimed at her. Turning her head, she saw a cunning-looking young aristocrat with a flippant smile blocking her path at the corner.

This man was none other than Wei Chengchao, the son of Chancellor Wei.

Relying on his family's power, Wei Chengchao habitually ran amok and stopped at nothing in his wrongdoing.

Just then, he had merely come downstairs to use the latrine, only to unexpectedly run into such an peerless beauty as Han Lei the moment he descended. His eyes immediately...

On the third day following the tenth auction, Liu Moqing, with the assistance of Shi Dade, figured out the patrol schedules of all the security guards in District H, as well as their daily habits.

As a rebellious teenager of a dozen or so years old experiencing his chuunibyou phase, how could Jiang Xiaoran possibly endure such a sudden slap? He kicked up a fuss right on the spot, engaging in a fierce argument with Jiang Yong right there in the living room.

The sunlight pierced through the water's surface, casting a dazzling glare. Within the brilliance, someone seemed draped in golden radiance, treading the waves and flying toward him. Through his blurred vision, the figure appeared to draw closer and closer, yet also seemed to recede further away, while his body suddenly felt heavy and began to sink slowly.

Ji Xue's movements while stretching noodles were exceptionally graceful. Her hands were steady; pulling the strands, aligning the gluten, and snapping the dough were all completed in one continuous, flowing motion like drifting clouds and running water. Her movements were grand and sweeping, resembling a dancer in motion. The noodles in her hands were like ribbons in a dancer's grasp, docile and obedient.

Since this Ultraman Zero loves close-quarters combat, why not let him taste the true power of Belial?

"What did you say? I didn't catch that clearly just now. Could you repeat it?" It was evident that Cao Ran's train of thought had short-circuited once again.

"What mischievous scheme is Sister Wanyan hatching this time?" Wei Qing caught the subtext behind her words, momentarily forgetting her nervousness and growing intrigued instead.

She looked rather unkempt, but not only did Gu Yunmo not harbor any disgust, he even exerted himself to help her refine the medicinal potency.

"I truly don't understand why you agreed to this, and this weather is just impossible." Kongkong Rou gently patted Qingxuan's back, still feeling dissatisfied with Chen Yi's decision up to this moment.

Because by this time, this army of over twenty thousand men had truly become Zhu Yuanzhang's own force, a personal army in every sense.

A violent wave of exhaustion surged from deep within his body. Forcibly utilizing the last remnants of his life force, the demon-spawn stabilized its posture in mid-air, its gaze locked fixedly in the direction where the smoke of battle still lingered across the void.

As they walked along the roadside and approached the houses to take a closer look, Old Qian finally understood why Liang had shaken his head. The door wasn't locked at all; it appeared to be a sliding door, and one could only wonder how people in the past had managed to open it in the first place.

Although Zhu Chongba had two or three years, there were simply too many tasks awaiting him; he could not afford to wait any longer and had to make a decisive judgment.

Yet, despite their astonishment, no one raised any objections. Whatever Sun Ya said undoubtedly represented the company's official decision.

A wisp of heat radiated outward from its body. There were no flames, but everyone could sense an indescribable sense of oppression.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes grew moist. If any of these men were to be executed by military law due to heinous crimes, the grief would truly make him wish he were dead.

To speak frankly, Hong Peng had also been terribly frightened just now. But as the old saying goes, people die for wealth just as birds die for food; without achieving his goal, Hong Peng would never be reconciled to failure.

The beastmen were representatives of successful awakening; they could assume human form while retaining their special abilities to varying degrees.

Sitting in a daze for a long time, Gu Jiang淮 finally collected his thoughts, his slightly upturned eyes filled with absolute earnestness.

His hands trembled uncontrollably. Clearly, those few sheets of paper possessed almost no weight, yet at that moment, they felt heavier than a thousand pieces of gold, almost making him unable to keep his grip.

The generals chimed in unison, their posture such that if Chen然 were to merely hint that "the weather has turned somewhat cooler of late," they would instantly leap forward to drape a cloak over his shoulders.

Eunuchs were, in essence, practitioners of a profession, and those in this trade deeply believed in professional ethics: once you accepted someone's silver, you carried out their task.