Volume 1, Chapter 46: Severing Ties-A Coadjuvante Transportada para o Livro se Torna a Luz Branca do Diretor da Fábrica dos Anos 80(A lua sobre as presas de fogo)

"Good heavens, Song Chuanhe actually had someone take Weiyue away! Then what was the point of him treating Weiyue so well and protecting her before?"

Not far away, Yuan Qing steadied himself, a grave expression flashing across his face. This man was no ordinary opponent; Yuan Qing had assumed the frost armor was his ultimate defense, yet his physical body proved even more impenetrable, resisting even ninefold internal force without a breach.

To Yao Xuan, Soul Masters truly amounted to nothing special, but to the students of Dormitory Seven, a Soul Master represented the very beacon of their aspirations.

Xi Yuyan pressed his lips into a thin line, suddenly realizing he had been far too lenient with Shiyi, allowing her to push her boundaries and repeatedly challenge his bottom line.

Whether prompted by Mr. Cang's preceding glance or captivated by the brilliance radiating from Song Xing, the patricians all fell silent in unison.

Qing Chen stood beside the plum tree, stroking its gnarled branches. His pupils suddenly constricted, a golden glow flowing in the depths of his eyes as countless details and clues converged within his mind.

For now, what everyone knew was that Song Xing hailed from the Tan family of Qingshan Prefecture and served as Xia Qinan's direct disciple.

With this thought, Su Nanqiu had already seized the hind leg of Bi Xi's tail, which swung about erratically right before him.

Tang Hao was, at best, a mere peak Douluo; he could do nothing whatsoever against him.

Three years ago, ignoring his classmates' dissuasion, Yuan Qing had resolutely chosen to take physical cultivation classes, and within a single year, he ventured out to the front lines to fend off exotic beasts.

As soon as Leng Feixue finished speaking, the imperial physicians waiting on the side collectively nodded in their hearts. Indeed, yes, indeed! They too felt the Emperor was merely asleep, for they could detect nothing amiss with him—at the very least, his pulse revealed no abnormalities whatsoever.

"Why me?" I pointed at my own nose and asked, utterly dumbfounded. I was a severely wounded patient, after all, with injuries far graver than anyone else's.

Hearing this, Wang Shanshan lowered her head, deeply embarrassed. It was true; she felt she had been utterly thoughtless. She had completely forgotten that Lin Wu was coming from their hometown, and afterwards, it was actually Lin Wu who had taken care of her.

The others acknowledged the order and, still somewhat dazed, led the assassin away. For ordinary police officers, today's events were simply too shocking for them to recover from just yet.

The mountain monkeys instantly fell into complete disarray. Seemingly terrified of the Yin dragon, they began scurrying wildly in all directions.

Having settled matters at the Emperor, Lin Wu instructed Kuba on how to handle potential issues, then departed the club and headed to Zero Degree Bar to find Tang Wanru.

I looked up at my uncle in bewilderment, wondering what wit could possibly be required of him just to administer acupuncture.

In the year following her mother's death, Aunt Wang was only seventeen years old, while Uncle Qingsong was merely twelve. Ever since they were subjected to public struggle sessions, their entire family had been reduced to destitute peasants, and following the death of Aunt Wang's mother, their days became even more harrowing. At times, they had to forage for wild vegetables by the roadside just to stave off starvation.

The deeper they ventured, the sharper and more jagged the rocks became. Da Yi reached out and touched one of the razor-sharp stones, hissing softly in surprise. A mere gentle brush had drawn blood; if one were to use these stones to slit a throat, it would undoubtedly snuff out a life in an instant.

Dr. Xia laughed heartily. "Don't mention it." After teasing Nuannuan for a little longer, she rose to leave.

The abductor who had tricked Dengdeng had also regained consciousness, but with his hands bound behind his back by the bailiffs, he was utterly powerless to resist.

Chen Mo glanced sideways at the patch of floral bushes still visible in the distance. Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping must have been suffering agonizing torment over there; Yang Guo, at the very least, had not suffered any major losses and was certainly far better off than those two poor souls who had met with such catastrophic misfortune.