30 Sister-in-law is having an affair?

The younger brother is dead; the older brother will surely not let the matter rest peacefully. Their only path now is complete estrangement.

“Isn’t this just posturing? Then why leave the turtle-crocodile’s corpse unattended?” Ming’s voice carried a tone of helplessness.

“Thank you, sir. Truly, I am very grateful!” Oba clumsily searched for words to express his heartfelt thanks. This burly man, who usually concealed his emotions behind a thick beard and dark complexion, was not skilled in verbalizing his feelings.

Li Yanshan’s private room was not very large, with a large round table seating twelve placed in the center. When Li Yanshan led Feng Yifeng inside, three people were already seated, chatting and laughing.

At Shanghang International Airport, Qin Tang had not even eaten before driving straight to the airport, waiting for Lin Jieyu’s flight to land.

Take, for example, a fifty-yuan bra: the material cost is about ten yuan. Fang Dajun charges a ten-yuan processing fee. The factory price is thirty-five yuan, leaving a fifteen-yuan profit. He takes ten yuan, Wang Ying five yuan. After the sale, there’s still a fifteen-yuan profit, which they split evenly.

As long as she could complete the somewhat challenging task assigned by the boss, she would not hesitate to sell everything she owned and endure scolding for being wasteful.

“What… what do you intend to do?” Seeing Liu Yansong’s gaze, Huo Zhenggang’s heart suddenly filled with a dreadful premonition. He stared at Liu Yansong in terror, feeling this man was nothing short of a demon. Even Old Master Huo Yuncheng was no match for him; compared to this man, he was on an entirely different level.

“How was the hospitality during my absence these past few days? Were you satisfied?” Chen Zaixing inquired of O’Neill, who had already changed his clothes.

The greater the backing, the easier it was for her plans to come to fruition. Jin Hongmei felt quite fortunate for this reason.

Hugo didn’t just say this on New Sports; even the toilet paper he mentioned sought him out for an interview. Well, Hugo was always open to everyone, but deserved criticism would still be given.

Lin Chen stared in disbelief as Chu Yun and Shen Yu emerged from the room. Seeing Chu Yun’s sweat-drenched head and recalling the sounds from inside, she immediately understood what had happened.

“Can zombies really learn to speak?” Guo Kai asked. Noticing Guo Rong’s uneasy expression, he shifted his gaze to Zhang Zhao.

Du Yujiao changed into some clothes, and only then did Xiang Yang, under Zhan Feiyu’s watchful eye, approach to tend to her. Zhan Feiyu was highly vigilant, fearing Xiang Yang might act rashly, so he grabbed a pair of scissors from the bedside cabinet, holding them tightly as a precaution.

“Yes, the second-floor restaurant and leisure area, gym, swimming pool, and so on are all there,” Song Muyuan nodded.

As Liang Ying flew out of Ninth Uncle’s house, Wang Jin cast a restraining talisman on the departing figure.

Chen Yuanyuan was about to rush in after them but was unfortunately caught by Liu Zongmin, who followed closely behind.

In Elamu’s backyard lay piles of what appeared to Chu Yun as scrap metal. Many were magical artifacts, and due to the arid climate with very little rainfall, these machines were placed haphazardly.

“My husband and I are deeply in love; who dares to spy on us?” Liu Shiyan blushed, then said angrily.

Anders raised an eyebrow, drew his short dagger, and a cold gleam flashed from its exquisitely crafted blade.

The more you try to prevent something from happening, the more it seems inevitable—like a flag set up only to be broken.

Their mission this time was to deal with invaders. Within the same galaxy as Earth, there was another Chosen One.

Samson surged upward like a battering ram, jaws snapping precisely onto the slender neck of the dragon, dragging it underwater.

A heavy slap on her shoulder startled Zheng Huanjie, pulling her from her reverie. Slowly, she lifted her head to see Mrs. Jin’s worried face, eyes filled with anxiety and confusion.

Minutes later, Abra awakened to find the host had not dismissed him, the audience remained frozen, and the judges had yet to offer their critiques.

Though its strength and numbers couldn’t match the vine-type destruction-class spirit, its agility and lethality far exceeded any spirit Ma Gongcheng had ever encountered.

Finally, a terrifying, grotesque face drew close, lifted the “camera,” then casually tossed it aside.

Zheng Huanjie was unaware that Huo Yao had rarely eaten apricots before—not because of dislike, but because Shen Lanxiang didn’t like them.

The previous words had been slightly polished by him, expecting that the renowned Shen would be moved by his trainer’s spirit and reveal some findings from the investigation into the Pokémon uprising.

Han Fei smiled faintly; in just a few words, the way he called everyone “big brother” was truly chaotic.

I watched from the side as the King of Hell slaughtered all my people, then turned to slaughter his own, leaving none alive. It was a sacrifice of total destruction to achieve his own ends. People like him have no feelings—only destruction and ruin dwell within.