Chapter 47: Angel's Fear

The blacksmith said, "I hope she never comes back; he just picked up one hundred thousand arrowhead from me."

"What on earth are you trying to do?" Lan Pingtian knew that if the Wang family father and son joined forces to deal with him, it would be effortless. Therefore, he offered almost no resistance, letting Wang Wenji pull him into the room.

Whether it was the Empress Dowager's rhetoric or the chatter of the harem concubines, Gu Lingge never seemed to care at all.

"If my judgment is correct, she is a puppet body of an ancient deity," Michelle whispered quietly.

"According to Yang Fan, the troop deployment is not very obvious yet, only that the intensity of training has increased, and there is a faint plan for tactical formations." Half of Mu Yi's intelligence was dug out from Yang Fan, and the other half came from frontline scouts. By overlapping the intelligence from both sources, a general picture could be pieced together.

"Liu Deyun, you are responsible for taking the wounded to the hospital. You guys go out to maintain a perimeter, and instruct the communications soldier to report the situation here to Brother Fan," the second half of the sentence was directed at his squad leader.

For an earth-shattering blade aura had already been slashed out. The formidable blade energy nearly tore the space apart. Before the blade light even landed, the trees surrounding Shimizu Sakura could not withstand the pressure and snapped one after another, as if suddenly broken by a fierce hurricane.

Heaven's Will had not spoken all along. Wearing a mask, no one could see what he was thinking or his expression at the moment, only knowing that Li Tianyou's words must have pierced straight into his heart.

Hearing Guild Master Abel's explanation, the dead baby was extremely puzzled. Why would such a figure be affiliated with the Demigod Society?

Afterward, we went and placed various delicious dishes on the dining table. I must admit, Sun Qianqian's culinary skills were top-notch, completely on par with Li Xiaoxiao's. During the meal, Sun Qianqian and Li Xiaoxiao got along exceptionally well, which finally set my mind at ease.

My reaction satisfied him greatly. He let out a low chuckle, and his hand restlessly probed inside my clothes.

Zhao Rusheng was still locked in a fierce struggle with that rabbit. The rabbit was snowy white with red eyes, as large as a medium-sized dog, and extremely ferocious when tearing and biting.

When Wang Zhe received Meng Zhuo's call, he initially breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they had finally found Lin Yueting's whereabouts. After all, a full two days had passed, and his days had not been easy either. Without any news of Lin Yueting, he did not dare to rashly contact Shentu Haolong.

Synopsis: At the creation of the world, the Heart of Origin—the Heart of Thunder—was born together with the chaos. Everything related to the thunder attribute originates from this. This bloodline possesses no fixed moves; its techniques change according to the heart. As vast as the heart is, so boundless is its power.

Ye Qing felt quite embarrassed and said, "Ling'er, I was delayed by some matters, but this will absolutely never happen again, I swear."

"I am saying... counting from the day we suddenly couldn't find you, more than half a month has already passed," Shu Qianmo looked at Long Yichen with a strange expression and asked.

Huo Yi's eyes were moist and reddened, the corners of his lips curved upward. Across the empty air, emotions flowed in a silent, low chant.

This younger sister of hers loved to eat more than anything else. Ji Anqi hoped to use food to shut her mouth and stop her from talking nonsense.

Alex called again yesterday to invite her to an audition once more. Rong Xuliang had considered this matter for a long time. She still lacked the courage to bring it up with Yang Li, fearing that Yang Li would object, yet she longed to experience a different kind of life.

If it weren't for Xiangxiang running away from home, and if he hadn't happened to appear in that bar on that night, perhaps they would have just brushed past each other.

He Jingchu could tell that he had tagged along seemingly purely to express his dissatisfaction, rather than to take a vacation.

Although their hands and feet still could not move, the fact that they could speak at least indicated that Muye had not pushed them to a dead end.

A ball of lingering anger still burned in Han Jiarong's heart, but a smile still appeared on her face. After all, she was divorced from him, and aside from official business, she truly had no qualification to meddle in his personal affairs.

She struggled to open her eyes, but her vision remained a blur. She could sense the direction of the light, yet she still could not see things clearly.

The astute son she had raised for over twenty years had actually been bewitched into losing his soul, not only refusing to give face to her as his mother, but even casting away the dignity of the Long family.

The path on the left was not peaceful either. After a moment, a series of howling sounds drifted over, followed by a completely crimson earth dragon sprinting wildly down the road.

Li Jiaqi's originally docile, long hair had now been cut short to her ears, making her look much more refreshing and spirited.

Gan Tianting was also stirred into a frenzy of excitement. A surging and brilliant golden light of spellcraft burst forth from his hands, forcing back the three ghost kings in front of him.

Southeast Film and Television City was not a particularly large studio, but when two film crews were involved, issues of who came first inevitably arose. Normally, there should be time restrictions—from this hour to that hour belonged to this crew, and from that hour to that hour belonged to that crew.

Caught completely off guard by this move, she froze for a moment. Her peripheral vision checked to make sure no one else around had seen this, but she still could not help feeling a bit shy.

The Sovereign had long since taken the Qinling Mountains under his control; by any other means, it would be utterly impossible to root him out.

The Ghost Eagles around them, having no tasks left to do, quickly consolidated into formation under Yue Lingxin's command. They arranged themselves in neat ranks, yet they did not step forward to help Rakshasa, simply watching their battle in silent focus.

Yielding to the other party's terms had already been humiliating enough; if he were to eat her food as well, wouldn't that mean he truly submitted?

Ye Chen lit another cigarette, but his hands trembled slightly. Lin Xue was using her actual actions to show him the reason for his change—everything was because he cared too much about Lin Xue! Ye Chen even discovered that his original motive for fighting this war was simply to prevent Lin Xue from getting hurt!

An authoritative voice resounded, shocking Divine Lord Qin Tian. Before long, a figure descended—it was the God Slayers. With a single strike from the God Slayers, the giant web binding Ye Fan was instantly shattered.

Yet, he understood that Chen Qinghe was the standout figure of the Chen family's third generation, a recognized genius of the Chen family, and the successor to the next head of the family.