Chapter 36

Não mexa com o vilão! O gatinho está usando uma máscara. 1990 words 2026-08-05 06:20:08

Early the next morning, before returning to Nanjing, I went to the oncology hospital to see Qiao Ye again. He was not asleep, but lay motionless on the hospital bed until he noticed my arrival, at which point he turned his head to glance at me.

Ever since Shen Zhan left the Shen household that night, she had kept the matter in mind. That same evening, she called her aunt, Wang Fang, and asked her to help find a private investigator.

After inviting all the relatives, the day of Feng Bo’s wedding arrived just two days later.

Gui Ren’s face was livid. When he had served under Zuo Shancii, he was a notorious thug.

If he had still been in his human form earlier, he might have had a slim chance of killing Gui Yun.

"Youzhi Pei, you’re worth no more than a pig’s trotter," Zhen Ziqi said to Youzhi Pei with a smile before following Uncle He toward Hongshan Hall.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Daoist Duobao swept his right hand horizontally, and four immortal swords appeared out of thin air, radiating a murderous aura.

This was the greatest concession Jiang Aotian could make; for him, he no longer dared to provoke Wang Yang and the others.

Fresh from a miscarriage, her face was deathly pale, yet the long hair draped over her back lent her a kind of sickly, fragile beauty.

However, spirits, ghosts, and demons were mostly dismissed as fabrications from films and literature, so people rarely considered what might happen if they were to appear in reality.

Chen Bo nodded. It was clear that the figure representing the Shadow Corpse intended to infiltrate and replace them while he and Ruoshui had yet to gain control of the district.

"Ugh, sorry boss, you really aren't cut out for football! Your basic technique is too poor, and you are honestly just lazy! You walk around the pitch like you're on a stroll," Giordano replied with a laugh.

"Go on, you go." Yu Fei shook Wang Jin’s arm, wanting him to go on stage and verify the bracelet.

As long as one utilized Belladonna just as Ares did, they could force Chilly to confess everything obediently.

Thold held herself, trembling. There wasn't a hint of confusion on her face; judging by her intoxicated expression, there was surely more to it than just joy.

Consort Yang’s eyes were slightly moist. She knew everything the other party said was true, but now that Li Ke was grown, he would certainly not stay by her side. If Li Ying left as well, she would truly be alone. Isn’t it strange? Parents hope their children will grow up, yet they wish for them never to leave.

The warriors of the Spirit Beast Clan were struck by the wind head-on, their faces contorted in terror, as if they had been plunged into icy water while completely naked.

Yet, facing the male ghost who had sunk into complete madness, neither the cold blade nor the purple fire could do more than inflict constant new wounds on his body; they could not effectively stop his slow, steady advance.

Unfortunately, his words no longer carried any weight. The Agnelli family had undoubtedly abandoned them, and the impact of the incident had exceeded the expectations of both the Agnelli and Berlusconi families. Public opinion was in an uproar, and now Hugo had publicly stated his stance.

Since the opponent was familiar with her marksmanship, she turned to the sword techniques taught by Yan Hexing. While not invincible, her agility and precision allowed her to maintain a certain advantage.

But in truth, he wasn't like this with everyone—for instance, in front of her sister.

The uncle took a breath. I saw him gently press his left thumb and middle finger together. What was he doing?

Yet Yelaomie did not think much of it. If Yelaomie were to plead for mercy, how would Zheng Zhi react?

Yan Pi’s axe swept horizontally toward my head. I hurriedly crouched down, and the axe grazed my hair. But that very crouch made my head buzz with a ringing sound, and I felt a wave of dizziness. Damn it, that slap must have given me a concussion.

"Without an imperial decree, I’d like to see who dares to touch anyone here!" Li Xuanyi reined in his horse, sitting tall in the saddle, standing coldly before the crowd.

Even the gentlemen who had been reciting poetry, drinking tea, and chatting in the distance all walked toward this side.

Fei Guan was drenched in sweat and just about to defend himself when Meng Huo suddenly bellowed, "You lied to me!" The broadsword swung, and the head of the man who had decided to burn Yizhou—a confidant of Liu Yan—flew into the air. Liu Yan turned ashen, retreating several steps, not daring to utter another word.

After seeing this, she completely gave up on her father; she treated it as if he did not exist in this world. She was not currying favor with a father, but with a superior.

Thus, he could still whip up some South American barbecue. He had hosted barbecue parties at home before. Of course, when Li Yi hosted, he didn't invite the players; in that regard, players needed restraint, while a coach didn't have such worries—not to mention that Li Yi was a guy with a system.

"No, she’s so afraid of death, she would never confess. She must have been tortured into a false confession! Imperial Uncle, I don't care, I will not let her die." Letting go of Hua Jingnan, she jumped onto a horse at the gates of the Prince’s mansion and galloped away.

"Mei’er, take the Third Young Lady and go first; I’ll cover the rear," Gao Shiji shouted, startling Chang’an out of her stupor. Getting scared witless at a time like this would cost them their lives.

It seemed so! But for some reason, he felt uneasy. He had wanted to suggest canceling the plan altogether, but he hadn't expected the car to have already entered the solid-line zone. Looking ahead at the road, which seemed to have no U-turn points, he had to temporarily set his thoughts aside.

After processing the bamboo hearts, dinner was ready. Madam Jiang had cooked all the wild chickens and rabbits they had brought back—two large, overflowing basins.

In this way, Ji Tiantian would lose all hope for Gu Tingjue, and even if she didn't, she would never be able to hold her head high in front of him for the rest of her life.