What a hypocrite!

"Get out, get out of my sight!" Gu Ruoyu kicked the coffee table in front of him, sending everything on it crashing to the floor, and the table itself flipped over from his brute force.

The family members he referred to were naturally those of the Liao family. She was terrified that Madam Yan would become overly invested in Sara and Liao Tianyou's affairs, constantly forcing Sara and Liao Tianyou into blind dates. Liao Tianbao had committed such a beastly act against Sara; if Sara were truly to marry into the Liao family, wouldn't every single day become a waking nightmare?

After standing outside the ward for a while, she gave instructions to a passing nurse, decided against going in, and headed straight back to the company.

Suddenly, the Throne Angel made a different movement. Its remaining right arm leapt into the air and punched directly toward the direction of Blue Sea.

Being straightforward is an virtue, but being too straightforward often hurts people. Fortunately, I suddenly figured things out and became normal last night; otherwise, if my mom had said that to me, I really wouldn't have been able to accept it.

After all, he was Mo Xize's man, answering directly to Mo Xize alone. Even though Mo Yuanqing was Mo Xize's father and the chairman of Huasheng International, he was not his direct boss, and he owed no loyalty to him.

As Wen Tang hung up the phone, Qin Li saw such a soft expression on his face and knew the person on the other end must be his older brother and sister-in-law.

According to Yue Qiong's explanation, the pathfinder bug's greatest weakness was its voice. Since these bugs relied on sound to guide others and possessed exceptionally acute hearing, Blue Sea conceived a brilliant plan to deal with them.

The little bean sprout buried his head in his rice without a second thought. In less than a moment, the dishes on the table had been swept clean, just like a whirlwind clearing away autumn leaves.

Hearing Xia Nian's scream, the taxi driver immediately lunged forward and covered her mouth with both hands.

While dissecting the rabbit, she said, "Xu Yixuan sensed that something was wrong early on, didn't he? He is very smart, but unlike others, he won't stubbornly attribute these things to ghosts and gods."

While other girls were still playing with dolls and stuffed toys, she had already put on a Daoist robe and begun undergoing hellish training in the martial arts academy.

Guo Sanshui acknowledged the command, spread his legs into a slight squat, and extended his palms forward in a half-pushing motion. His body rose and fell in sync with his breathing, emanating a posture of profound and immovable majesty.

Everyone present knew about the quota for the Son of Heaven—that was a unique honor bestowed by the emperor of Blue City. Whoever managed to seize it and become the Son of Heaven would undoubtedly become a towering titan of the Blue Sky Empire in the future. This was a shared conviction among all who lived within Blue City.

Yet if she compromised, would Xu Yixuan think she was frivolous? But if she used her psychic powers to bind him, she inexplicably felt a pang of reluctance.

The sect leader's cultivation was unfathomable. Over the past three years, he had spent most of his time in seclusion, and very few disciples had the opportunity to get close to him. For Linghu Chong to be invited to a meal by the sect leader was regarded as a supreme honor in the eyes of all Huashan disciples.

However, as long as there was any movement inside—if those outside truly were beasts—they would certainly be unable to control themselves and might all charge in. After all, this place was still a haven from the wind, but with everyone gathered here, if the animals got in, could anyone possibly survive?

Madam He pursed her lips, ultimately saying nothing. Where would they find silver for furniture now? The family's food and survival depended entirely on their hunting. Just last night, while lying in bed, Qiao Yu had complained to her that game hadn't been taking the bait lately, their luck was poor, and they hadn't encountered any large prey.

"I never expected that today I would also have to moonlight as a spirit-escort," Daoist Priest Bai He muttered. "Oh well, consider it accumulating merit and doing a good deed!" With that, he drew a bell from his waist, and amidst its ringing, he gathered together several wandering souls that had lost their wits and led them far down the street.

There was no helping it; that cheap packaging box, along with the street gift-shop-style wrapping paper and paper flowers, all indicated that this item must have come from the corner store.

It turned out that this talent tree was indeed identical to the CTM talent tree. Once a specific talent branch was chosen, in addition to being able to allocate points within that branch, each branch would automatically grant two free skills—one active and one passive.

He was somewhat surprised, but at this moment, he certainly wouldn't panic because of it. After all, given the tense matches and prolonged durations they had previously experienced, the San Antonio Spurs were already somewhat accustomed to such situations.

Relatively speaking, Zhujiuyuan would rather slay Jieyin to sever the Western roots and bring down the West. As for the consequences, those were not within Zhujiuyuan's consideration. Taking down Jieyin was Zhujiuyuan's primary decision—one that would not and need not be changed by anything. Kill.

That customer was actually a middle-aged uncle who sold fruit on the street. After packing up his stall, he was having a casual bite on the roadside while drinking some beer. Little did he expect that the very first bite of that meat skewer would astound him as if it were of divine creation.

What kind of deal was this anyway? Was it a rhythm of getting a quick thrill before dying? Or was it about drinking when there's wine today and worrying about tomorrow's sorrows tomorrow?

Those two had originally expected Xiao Wen to provoke them at least with a glance, but they never imagined Xiao Wen would wear a look of complete calmness, his indifference palpable enough for even a blind man to feel.

A large force of soldiers panicked, hurriedly drawing their swords to strike, but the number of hungry ghosts was overwhelming. Before their blades could even clear the scabbards, they were pinned to the ground by the ghosts, their bodies bitten all over. In an instant, the rear of the formation was swarming with hungry ghosts, the breaches grew wider and wider, shields kept overturning, and the defensive line was on the verge of collapse at any moment.

As for the advance of the Northern Legion, it appeared quite standard and steady—neither showing glaring errors nor experiencing the dramatic ups and downs of the Northwest Legion, provided that failed assassination attempt was not counted among them.