Volume 1, Chapter 51: Let Us See Wan'er's Sincerity

"Your Highness. Qingwan is afflicted with blindness now and cannot see."

Lin Qingwan rested her hands on the man's waist, not daring to pull them away, yet unsure of what she should do next.

The woman's submissive and gentle appearance dispelled Chu Linzhou's anger, replacing it with an unquenchable fire of desire.

"Alright, alright, big sister, stop being angry, okay? Take a break for a moment, let me handle this fellow!" Xuan Feng finally returned the frustration he had endured for half a month, but knowing when to quit while he was ahead, he had no wish to provoke Qinger's wrath; throughout the past fortnight, Qinger's tears were the one thing Xuan Feng could bear the least.

A cesarean section was a simple procedure, but given that the patient was a dozen-ton mammoth, the operation ceased to be simple.

Muyun might or might not have guessed the reason, but for the present moment, what difference did guessing it or not make? The pressing priority was hardly the time to discuss this.

Of course, the Underworld Sect Leader did not pay no price for dividing his attention during combat to attend to other matters; he was slashed twice by Mo Qiongyue, with one of the strikes nearly penetrating straight into his chest, and the purifying power of the phoenix's Nirvana swiftly invaded, almost costing the Underworld Sect Leader his life.

Pity that this scene, when witnessed by Yuwei, only served to directly intensify her suspicions toward Jiang Yi, truly a case of the loss outweighing the gain.

"The North Gate lost a night guard squad? Then is the Third Brother alright?" Jiang Yi asked.

Beneath the pitch-black night sky shrouded by dark clouds overhead, not a single speck of starlight was visible. Pitch darkness surrounded them on all sides, and as the wind blew, countless shadows swayed back and forth, appearing as though myriad malicious spirits and demons were breeding within the darkness.

Anyone who had ever visited the Heavenly Dust Hall had laid eyes on this black ancient sword. Indeed! That ancient sword was none other than the immortal sword suspended within the main hall of the Heavenly Dust Hall of Mount Shushan! Only, the Demon Lord had not expected to set eyes on that ancient sword at such a time.

"Is that the only vacancy? Or is it that you simply don't want to arrange anything better for Lu Xuanran?" Lu Qingzheng said with a sarcastic tone.

After pondering for a moment, I realized I recognized this kind of insect; they are usually found in abundance on cats and dogs, though humans can be infected as well. This creature is called a "tick," but we country folk refer to them as "dog beans."

Yet even a Kamen Rider broadcast would hardly air such a bloody and explicit scene right at the entrance of a Western restaurant, would it?

Long Yan gazed at the object in her hand. Originally, she rather disliked mung bean soup, yet it was precisely because of her late father's past warnings that she had forced herself to drink it while enduring her nausea.

Old Man Ge's disguise skills were exceptionally brilliant, but his martial arts were utterly useless, so as he exchanged moves with Wang Jinshu now, he felt no worry whatsoever.

Even if it meant offending the Lin family as a result, it would not have much impact on his own household, but should he displease Ye Zihao, the situation would be entirely different.

Digging out the address of the car rental agency from her phone, Bai Nanxing took her money, pulled a cap down to conceal her multicolored hair, and headed straight downstairs.

We naturally understood the guide's kind warning. Unfortunately, having been afflicted with the Seven-Color Snake Gu, I had no choice but to enter the village to locate that one-armed Gu King.

Inside the Shangpin Garment Factory, the workshop that had remained silent for several days saw one to two hundred sewing machines roar back to life once more.

"Mother, you shouldn't concern yourself with matters that aren't your business, lest your efforts go unappreciated and bring you grief," Lu Yingxiu persuaded.

Yang Ming smiled, while not forgetting to instruct Watanabe Fang, making it clear that his guarantees were all established strictly under the condition that he himself remained safe and sound.

In Dimeng's heart, Wang Xi had always carried immense weight, to say nothing of how Wang Xi had acted with absolute disregard for the consequences in order to save him back in the Qingluo Realm.

Anyone with the slightest bit of common sense knows that in the desert, one must never blindly trust the sights before their eyes, because you have no way of knowing whether it is a mirage. Furthermore, in the desert, the refraction of light severely distorts a person's judgment of actual distances; what you believe to be close at hand may in reality be separated by thousands of miles.