Chapter 42 Husband and Wife Working as One

Upon hearing that Ye Changzheng had fainted, Xie Jinyu gave Lu Qianjin a few more fierce slaps before rushing over to Ye Changzheng's side, tightly embracing him with both arms.
"Changzheng!"
"Changzheng!"
"If anything happens to you, what will become of the three of us?"
Holding Ye Changzheng, Xie Jinyu wept in heartbreaking agony.
Ye Changzheng gave Xie Jinyu an imperceptible squeeze to signal that he was only faking his faint.
Xie Jinyu understood instantly.

The hands of the two armed men behind them had just reached their waists when they abruptly discovered that two gleaming gun barrels were already pointed directly at Uncle Niao, pressed right against his forehead. In their trembling, they realized upon closer inspection that the guns were actually their own. These were the only two firearms in the entire venue, yet somehow they had fallen into the hands of this unassuming person in the blink of an eye.

The silver-white world faded away, and a pale-faced, lavishly dressed young man appeared before Wang Tian in utter astonishment.

A flash of cold light swept past. Driven by his primal instinct for danger, Xu Yiming could only slam on the brakes and retreat in rapid succession. The next moment, with a sharp hum, the sound of a blade whistling past his ear.

Seeing that Shen Tong was not going to elaborate, Liu Siming pressed no further. He dropped Shen Tong off downstairs and returned home.

Waiting outside the locker room, Lin Wanqian could not help but be stunned as she watched Xu Yiming emerge. The young man before her possessed a well-proportioned physique, with solid, smooth muscles and sharp, harmonious lines. She had never imagined that Xu Yiming, who appeared so slender in ordinary clothes, could actually possess such a magnificent figure.

The bright light in Wang Tian's eyes gradually dimmed, and the disappointment in his gaze was visible to all. No matter how formidable he seemed before Wang Niu, he was, after all, still a teenager in his teens.

The Double Crane Tripod belonged to the Daoist treasures, while the Ten Thousand Buddhas Consecrated Tripod belonged to the Buddhist treasures. Could these be the Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Iron Marrow and the Spatial Meteorite Marrow?

Could it be that I am not crazy? There are many forgotten things deeply buried in the depths of memory. Though supposedly forgotten, they might be recalled at any moment. And among those forgotten pasts, the word "madman" seemed to appear with a very high frequency.

At one second past midnight on October 28, 2013, I woke up. The lingering echo of the last strike of the grandfather clock still vibrated in my ears, telling me that Sunday had just passed and it was now Monday.

The Iron-Blood Army pressed forward with a single surge, shouting "Kill!" The momentum of this killing chant was like a rainbow, its malevolent aura filling the heavens and solidifying into a tangible force as it blasted toward the opposite side of the canyon.

The rain washed down, yet it could somehow never wash away the sorrow in his heart. Tears streamed down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground, until, weeping uncontrollably, he finally buried his head in his hands and sobbed aloud.

By now, certain competitors surely already knew about this, and they were likely preparing to add fuel to the fire and blow the matter completely out of proportion. The internet armies of these organizations were about to become very active.

"Could this saber-toothed tiger... have been scared to death by my killing intent?" Long Ling felt somewhat incredulous. Such a saber-toothed tiger, comparable to her in strength, had just been frightened to death like this?

Around five-thirty in the evening, Han Ge and Yu Xia were driving down the road, preparing to find a restaurant for dinner.

"Abbreviating the earth into an inch?" Tang Ying'er lowered her binoculars, looking at Yang Qi in shock as she awaited his reply. She had witnessed Yang Qi execute this movement technique countless times before, but for some reason, she felt that the white-robed man's execution seemed somewhat unorthodox.

Four ghost immortals who had survived three rounds of heavenly lightning tribulations could act with complete impunity across the entire Jiangbei region; how could any unexpected mishap possibly occur?

One thousand martial artists at the Spirit-Crossing Realm remained in high spirits, eagerly excavating the spirit stone mine, while ten experts at the Spirit-Dan Realm and two hundred at the Seven-Searing Realm followed Liu Lu as they charged toward the capital.

Ghost Linglong took a rather heavy fall. Because her left shoulder had already been pierced by an arrow, the pain prevented her from using her left hand to brace herself when landing, causing her forehead to slam directly against the ground, instantly bleeding profusely.

Yet at this moment, Yang Caiyue, plunged once more into deep sorrow, began to wail miserably, having no mind left to care whether the stone pillar was shaking or not.

The tightly closed eyes of that figure snapped open instantly, flashing with the gaze of an ancient savage beast. This dormant beast had originally been fast asleep, but at this very moment, it had been awakened.