Volume One, Chapter 99: No Longer Wishing to Maintain the Marriage
Su Li sat in the booth, waiting for He Xinyan’s reply.
Logically, He Xinyan should have been curious enough to ask why she wanted a divorce.
After waiting a long while, there was still no response.
Just as Su Li was about to ask him again, deciding that if he didn’t want to reply then so be it.
[Divorcing Mo Xingyuan?] He Xinyan finally sent a message.
[Yes.] She only had one husband, Mo Xingyuan; if not with him, then with whom?
Su Li stared at He Xinyan’s avatar, noticing he was typing.
Soon, he sent another message.
[What are your demands?]
Su Li understood the implication.
Many divorce lawsuits boiled down to disputes over property and children.
They had no children, so it was just about the property.
[Divorce.] Su Li would never want Mo...
Bobby, unlike Lin Chaohui, was not anxious; he was merely a mercenary, following orders. Lin Chaohui was currently hiding in a restroom just a few steps from Room 306, waiting for an opportunity. Bobby, therefore, resigned himself to the situation. The pungent anesthetic in the hospital was no more suffocating to him than the smoke of battle.
The head coach of the Thunder team had lost hope in the game and only wished to restrain Li Qiang and vent his frustration.
Yang Xun came over, pushing the girl against another empty pillar, then tightly bound her with rope.
To avoid the intense public backlash like last time with Duncan, Li Qiang chose to fake illness, which meant he would not play in this match.
“What’s the matter, Political Commissar?” Peng Sizhe glanced at Cheng Teli and then at Uncle De, whose face was grave. “Let’s talk in the vehicle.” Saying this, he turned towards a parked SWAT transport van nearby.
At this, Sawin truly lost his temper, blaming the escaped Shark Dragon for his failure. He shouted, “Chase! I don’t believe it can slip through my grasp!” Grabbing Eliza’s hand, he dashed forward wildly.
Ali nodded. The faint moonlight outside gradually faded, and a shadow darker than the night began to seep in from all directions.
Listening to his words, I suddenly realized I had misunderstood before. Xia Junfan had led us over and planned to meet us, which meant he didn’t want us to die at Cao Lianghua’s hands.
Liangliang Yao Guo Pi Yao Ni Jian Dai Ge Jia Yang Ding Jia Yao Fan Ya Ya even managed to summon a whirlpool spell, constantly experimenting on Shaoyan’s body. Ultimately, Shaoyan’s Tan Lang Formation passed its second stage during these days.
According to his instructions to Li Wei, in two days Li Wei would spread news of this secret realm, ensuring others would come to explore again.
As Gu Kun fled, amid a hazy chaos, a young man clad in a yin-yang robe’s eyes flickered, his gaze piercing through multiple dimensions and times, settling on a spot in the Earth Immortal Realm. A brilliant gleam flashed in his eyes, cutting through all beings, a knowing smile gracing his delicate face.
Silently, he sighed; opportunities to study tailed beasts were undoubtedly precious.
After tidying up, a Sword Spirit Sect cultivator bought wine in town and carried Zhang Er Gongzi, whose head was still wrapped in a large iron container, back to the capital. Such iron containers could easily be opened by newcomers or veterans alike, but after this fierce battle, seeing piles of corpses, everyone wished to preserve this absurd relic.
Indeed, Wang Khan was not from this world. His previous life had been that of a severe ALS patient, confined to a wheelchair from age twenty, who, after ten years of painful struggle, died at just thirty due to complications.
“Beep”—a bird’s call sounded. Bai Fu Ling looked up joyfully at the sky, and a red figure immediately stopped before her.
“I’m willing, isn’t that enough?” Jiang Liran softly uttered these words, offering no explanation—only his own pleasure mattered.
This Sword-Singing Mountain was far livelier than Jiuxuan Mountain. Many cultivators gathered beneath the jade tablet carved with spiritual runes and sword qi, silently contemplating swordsmanship.
Finally, after hauling luggage upstairs in the sweltering heat, Ye Ziming had a bead of sweat on his forehead.
Perhaps due to Yunxiao Sect’s many alliances, or considerations of other factors like the Thunder Pole Cave Heaven, there had been no signs of major conflict with Yunxiao Sect.
With this throw, the motion was small but the energy immense, instantly whipping a great wave upon the lake.
This was why Immortal Qingsuo changed his address for Long Ye from “Brother Long” to “Young Master Long.”
Lu Shiyao’s heart sank. The man before her appeared casual but was actually very attentive—truly troublesome.
After what happened in the last world, it was clear that a good system could greatly amplify one’s combat power.
With some concern, Soro wondered how much this Saint Domain powerhouse knew about him, but he believed this expert must have grasped his current strength. After all, Soro had shown no attempt to conceal his power in the Death Desert.
“You still picked me.” The right side throbbed with toothache. Though generally following his planned trajectory, frequent interruptions caused him headaches.
Each piece of cloth bore blood-red talismans. The light they emitted made Qiluo feel as if needles pricked her skin, causing unbearable pain.
Seeing this, Lin Wanfeng and another exchanged glances, dared not linger, and followed Long Ye away from the great peak.
But the next moment, he screamed in agony as the large hand suddenly bled profusely, flesh and bone separating. It was like grabbing a hedgehog; the palm was covered in bloody wounds.
“Do I need to explain my thought process to you?” The sigh through the receiver was full of helplessness.
In this ambush, Xie Maoyi had prepared in advance, and Jie Ziwei clung tightly to him. The only one who failed to escape in time was Du Tianye.
Anything done with too much intent feels fake, and now all this intent stemmed from the envoy’s questioning words.
Chen Xiyuan’s face turned pale and flushed in turns. He longed to find a hole to hide in, so no one could see him.