Chapter Eighteen: Too Irritated

The ferocious pack of wolves tore it apart mercilessly. It collapsed into a pool of blood, its eyes gazing powerlessly toward its young, but alas, its view was blocked by a human figure.

Tang Jie watched the scene quietly, choosing not to intervene. He had come here to observe the world, not to interfere with its course.

Qin Fan found this reasonable. The "Three-No-Man's-Land" was a grey zone where the influence of any noble family could not reach, so he nodded slowly.

Even though they hadn't slept much the night before, after a night of adjustment, both Eli and Cecilia were in excellent condition today. Combined with Jessica, who had slept soundly, the trio was brimming with energy once again.

Upon hearing this, Graves raised his hand and scattered a flurry of crimson sparks, instantly igniting all the torches and kerosene lamps in the tunnel.

From the Tiger Crown’s whistling wind to the shadow warrior Shaowei of Emperor Yu Liang, the Thousand-Faced Asura Spear, Emperor Yu Liang, possessed an endless array of hidden cards.

Even through a thin layer of gauze, Xie Wuwang could still feel that delicate texture, and with a backhanded motion, he pulled the person into his embrace.

At this moment, today, his actions might have a significant impact on the future of the group.

Although Mother always said that Su Huanzhen and Tan Wuyu were good people and elders who deserved respect when met, Father had also insisted that Su Huanzhen and Tan Wuyu were not good at all, one and all; if you were to cut them open, their livers, lungs, and hearts would all be black.

When Wang Jun used alcohol to clean Wan Jin's wound, Wan Jin’s nostrils flared as he gasped, his muscles trembling uncontrollably. Wang Jun quickly wiped the wound clean, then took out a needle and thread to begin stitching it up.

Luo Qingqing let out a slow sigh, understanding that her decision was correct, yet she felt another breath slowly stagnating in her heart.

The two eighth-tier demon powerhouses gathered all their demonic energy, even employing secret techniques that stimulated their potential at the cost of damaging their foundations, meeting the light, sweeping strike of Eli's battle axe with their absolute peak strength.

Today, following Chen Ge’s instructions, Jiang Wanyin wore a long white dress, her hair loose, and her face adorned with light makeup.

Take this straw hat, for example; why did no one else notice it, yet he was the one with the discerning eye to snatch it up?

At over sixty years old, most of the old folks in the city had retired, spending their days playing chess, taking strolls, or scrambling for eggs, carrying a certain aura of decline.

This naturally broke Jiang Mingnan’s heart, but company work was just like that, and he felt powerless. He wanted to help Yulu, but he didn't know where to start. He was good at managing the company, but when it came to these aspects, he was only a dabbler.

Liao Jinghong’s lips curled into a mocking smile, suddenly feeling that her feelings for Ling Xi were, in the end, so humble.

Thirdly, even if the economic cycle matured, without sufficient grain as support, where would one buy food if a famine truly struck?

Jiang Wanyin felt the warmth of Chen Ge’s palm; this unrestrained hand-holding made a comfortable smile bloom on her face involuntarily.

Turning to see Lin Xiao’s sincere gaze, Arno nodded. If he didn't trust Lin Xiao, he wouldn't have brought him to the seabed to rescue Yale in the first place, nor would he have continued to travel with him, or even allowed his family and children to reside on his estate.

"It is nothing, why the rush?" Jiugong Ying reached out to stop Liu Yuan Naixu, who was about to lose her temper. Her words, "why the rush," were not directed at Liu Yuan alone.

It was an unbearable, lewd gasp that set one's blood boiling and made it impossible to restrain one's desires.

Li Jiantong’s expression turned somewhat ugly. That lecher Liu Wentian! Wasn't he quite reliable last night? What was the situation today?

Even though Wu Zhe said as much, the crowd still surrounded him. Just as Wu Zhe was guarding against the others, he felt a sudden weight in his arms. Looking down, he saw that the teapot had been taken into his hands inadvertently.