Volume 1, Chapter 51: Slapping Zheng Hongxia Hard Across the Face!-Expulsando o ex-marido patético dos 80, o homem bruto selvagem me induz a ter um filho(Não é possível traduzir o texto fornecido porque ele está escrito em caracteres chineses e não possui um significado claro.)

Zheng Hongxia felt her heart flutter and her mind panic, racking her brain for a long time before she stammered, "I... I borrowed it, alright?"

By this time, the others had come to their senses, and their moods grew complicated. Before Song Yi could even speak, someone directly stepped forward with a question.

With that, he exchanged a few words with these people, then left the place and headed straight outside his bridal chamber.

Liu Yunfei instinctively moved to block Han Chen's hand, but a piercing, bone-chilling heat instantly surged into his arm. Letting out a cry of pain, Liu Yunfei jerked his hand back as if touching an electric wire. Seizing the opportunity, Han Chen snatched the Two-Realm Ring and the storage ring, then struck Liu Yunfei down to the ground with a single palm strike.

Lowering her head with a sorrowful expression, she did not wait for Bing Yuye to continue, but instead went on to complete the ending of the story herself.

Thinking that the Soul of Hell had also lived for tens of thousands of years, Qian Yuluo briefly recounted her own experiences and asked the Soul of Hell to help analyze them.

Although the Central Titan Legion possessed good discipline, its officers and soldiers fought entirely as independent units without any coordinated combat deployment. In this regard, they were even inferior to the barbarians of the Vanguard.

"Wait, find her and bring her before me! But be sure to keep in mind that the girl knows martial arts, and she seems quite formidable," Yaya reminded them.

"That's the absolute limit. If you choose truth, you get to ask two questions," said the older brother.

She was dressed in a tight-fitting denim outfit, with a blindingly white shirt visible underneath her jacket. On her feet were a pair of hiking boots, on her head a wide-brimmed hat, and over her eyes a pair of oversized aviator sunglasses.

You might have been able to pull that off before the college entrance examinations, but after lying around paralyzed for over two months, wouldn't running like this practically work someone to death?

Sasuke recalled in his mind that fateful night of the Uchiha clan's annihilation, remembering how, right before leaving, Itachi had turned back for a final glance and shed silent tears. He still remembered how Itachi had even carefully readjusted the Konoha forehead protector on his brow.

Following that, he shut himself in his room for several days, smoking incessantly while analyzing and pondering over who could have possibly commanded this battle. Yet, this question remained as baffling as an eternal mystery, defying all his attempts to solve it.

Madam Li's expression at the time was rather distressed; the acupuncture was slightly uncomfortable, and since it was her first time experiencing cupping, the fire jar startled her quite a bit, though she placed a great deal of trust in Liu Yiyi.

"Don't stop," Feng Chuxiong said. Seeing the man coughing violently, his hand had instinctively slowed down. Good grief, pounding on someone coughing like that—wasn't he going to beat the poor guy to death?

Baili Xiu gritted his teeth in silence, his face ashen. He truly had no idea where Leng Rong had moved the troops. This was precisely why Baili Xiu was so anxious; twenty thousand troops had vanished into thin air overnight—surely they couldn't have buried themselves alive, could they?

Having such a pleasant and surprising turn of events over breakfast felt like hitting the jackpot! Should he go buy a lottery ticket later?

Yao Xunzheng exerted much more strength than the Elder Duke. After a few lashings of the whip, Yao Huizhen curled up tightly in agony, her screams turning far more harrowing. Yet Yao Xunzheng felt no pity and continued to thrash her, wishing he could whip her to death on the spot to stop her from spewing filth.

"Just do whatever my eldest sister-in-law and the others do," Yao Xinluo said, taking a seat in a nearby chair.

"Money is not an issue. When we need it, we can just go steal some," Zeng Yu said indifferently, adding that with her hair, she could get as much money as she wanted.

It was hard to imagine whether Liu Yu would eat or not if the Red Dragon ever handed him a bowl of food in the future. If he ate it, he might end up half-dead; if he didn't, certain death was guaranteed.

The silent, dark expanse of space remained as remote and unfathomable as ever, yet in this frigid world, a dazzling flash of golden light made it appear utterly extraordinary.