Chapter One Hundred Thirteen: Death

Ye Feng exerted force through his feet, his speed surging instantly; faint cracks even appeared on the floor beneath him. One could gauge just how rapid his acceleration was by the sheer force he applied. Upon receiving orders from their superiors, all the police officers had already chambered their rounds. Hearing the superintendent's command, their expressions darkened as they re-confirmed their target. At this moment, the difficulty of the shot was immense; the criminal was positioned behind Man Yunyun, and the parts of his body exposed were not vital areas. If they were to...

"Ye Ge! Ye Ge! Ye Ge!" The crowd outside the arena was struck with awe, beginning to chant his name.

She had loved Hua Lingyu obsessively for thirteen years. She understood the agony of unrequited love better than anyone, a soul-wrenching sensation she never wished to recall again in this lifetime. Thus, she could not bear to hurt a man who loved her so deeply, unwilling for him to end up as she once had.

In the fourth quarter, the Philippines fought hard, defending with all their might, but Zhang Yunze was simply impossible to contain at this point. Some said that the Zhang Yunze on the court was no longer himself, but God wearing his skin to play basketball.

Because Qin Ju’s fame was so vast, people from as far away as the borderlands would rush over just to witness his decisive battles.

Fortunately, once the Map of Summoning Immortals and Suppressing Demons is refined, the strength of the puppets can be continuously enhanced. Moreover, with sufficient materials, one can continue to craft a second or third puppet, or even refine up to ten such constructs.

Feng Qingxun looked toward Luo Shui Lian, who watched her husband with gentleness, offering silent support.

"Your Highness, we truly cannot afford the honor of you coming out to greet us in person," Jiao Cheng said, bowing low.

With Duan Ke’s intrusion, a series of alarms rang out through the battle cruiser, and a cacophony of panicked shouting erupted from the communication devices on the walls.

Luo Wusheng flashed a look of utter disdain: What was wrong with this man? If he wanted to bestow an official title, just do it; why all this convoluted scheming? If he wasn't going to do it, then forget it. After rolling her eyes in the classic Luo fashion, she lowered her head to clean up the remains of her toys, intending to ignore this neurotic young master.

As the second half began, shielded by his teammates, Zhang Yunze hit two consecutive three-pointers from the 45-degree angle of the left arc. It had to be said that after training with Tim for so long, Zhang Yunze’s off-ball movement had finally achieved its full potential.

Liu Lang knew his own origins, but it was only when he had argued with his older sister that she had accidentally let it slip. His grandfather had slapped her across the face right then and there, telling her to get out of the Liu family.

She and her husband owed her too much. Regardless of the truth behind the Deep Sea of the Far North, and regardless of who was responsible for An Xi’s death, she wanted to believe in An Wan.

"Gan-ge, it’s a call for Xie Xin." In the living room, Yu Jing waved her phone at Gan Jing, who had just walked in from the courtyard.

Besides, the Pei family was wealthy. After the incident, they proactively found a psychologist for the student and paid a hefty hush-money sum. Their family had absolutely no need to do so, yet they took a step back for the sake of their child and did not cause much trouble for the school.

She had accepted him and treated him as one of her own; if he were to remain formal and distant with her now, wouldn't that just break her heart?

He had led large armies to conquer cities and seize strongholds; he thought to himself that he had lived a life of constant battle, yet none of it had been as anticipated as this.

Ji Qingrui, standing with his hands behind his back, sighed softly. Using his sword aura, he tore a branch from a nearby tree and lashed it fiercely against his own body, only throwing the dark red branch to the ground once he was covered in blood.

An hour later, although all the disciples of the Thunder Domain were unconvinced, they were helpless. What sort of agreement had been reached between the Patriarch and Lin Mu that he would allow him to act so recklessly? Could it be that the Patriarch was enduring something?

The white mask was painted with a landscape; with just a few simple strokes, a water lily emerged—noble and elegant.

Qi Hongyu’s focus was entirely on Feng Jiyao, Shi Luotian, and Liu Yunhe. He could sense the martial cultivation of the three before him; though some were stronger and some weaker, they were all around the level of the Transformation of the Spirit realm.