The more calculating a scumbag is, the sooner he will realize that even scumbags have their limits.

"Jinguuji, you... you you you, how could you actually..."
"Senior Matsubara, hold on a second! I advise you to think carefully before you speak!"
"Tsukuyomi, who is this?"
Miki Matsubara managed to swallow back her shock, staring up and down at Sakuraokoji Sakura with a suspicious and uncertain gaze.
Calming down to think quietly, after all, this was Jinguuji, whose mind was filled only with studying, and who remained completely oblivious even to the young woman he had shared a roof with for months.
Inside the Black Wolf Castle, the six Supreme Beasts wore cold expressions. That purplish-golden battle spirit phantom made them sense the presence of danger—a real, tangible danger. They had never been able to perceive such danger before, because very few humans could ever attain the realm of the Supreme Gods.
I gathered everyone into the sealing ring, cast the Art of Mist Concealment, and left the palace, which was heavily guarded by rows of sentinels. The Emperor of Zijing quite appreciated this imperial son-in-law, specifically arranging numerous expert martial artists to protect him.
The base of Cloud and Mist Mountain was shrouded in a thin layer of mist as a figure in blue dashed through the wind. "Chongqing is in danger, save her at Cloud and Mist Mountain." These few brief words stirred up turbulent waves within his heart. He cared little whether it was a trap; he simply refused to give himself a reason for regret.
The initially favorable situation suddenly seemed to have fallen into a passive state. Li Ningyu's face turned ashen. He drew a Zhonghua cigarette from his tunic, lit it, and closed his eyes slightly, his brain operating at high speed. Upon seeing this scene, everyone knew Li Ningyu was pondering a critical matter, for he had not smoked in a long time.
Yuchi You took the dark gray letter handed over by the elderly eunuch, and a brilliant smile immediately bloomed across his face. The crowd could not help but feel deeply puzzled by Yuchi You's unperturbed composure, instantly plunging into a flurry of discussions.
"Who are you..." a young man asked Qiu Shaoze with great puzzlement, thinking that such a person had never existed in his impressions.
"Our Three-Tailed Clan has been oppressed by humans for tens of thousands of years. Under the leadership of our King, we are finally going to rule the Immortal Realm and slaughter our way back to our homeland!" The Eighth General said with rapid, heavy breaths.
The apocalyptic era had descended. A massive number of animals perished due to their inability to withstand the sudden environmental mutations, while the surviving creatures underwent drastic genetic transformations.
Thinking of this, Xiao Rang grew furious once more. Ma Pengxi, you old undying bastard, you claimed that obtaining the recognition of the Heart of Loss would grant a wondrous law power sufficient to bind a Half-Immortal. Everyone had been played for fools; no one had ever even entered the Sea of Loss, let alone spoken of obtaining the recognition of the Heart of Loss!
"Alas, the young master has been crippled. I wonder what the master will do..." two guards walked out of a room and said.
"Me? I'm doing quite well, really. There's no need for anyone to look after me. I'm often at home, and my mother looks after me." Zhang Donghai was caught completely off guard.
"Since we're getting married, we can't do without wine. We have to drink the nuptial wine. Let's go buy some wine. Should we buy red wine or white wine?" Lin Mei asked.
Damn it, not even a single word of apology, let alone a box lunch. Yet, facing this stern and stingy Captain Zhao, Xiao Yunfei knew he either had to stay here starving and waiting for Wei Lanying to mess around, or quickly retreat first.
After finishing dinner, as he left the cafeteria and returned to the greenhouse, he happened to run into Chen Dongmei and the others on the path. Seeing Meng Fan, Chen Dongmei hurriedly lowered her head, dragging a man along to plunge into the woods along the eastern foot of the mountain out of shyness.
The man stopped about ten paces away from Paul, sizing up the foreigner whose build was even taller than his own, and glanced at the short blade in his hand. He paused slightly; it was a military combat knife. It seemed this foreigner had also served in the military.
She and Li Youzhu had known each other back at the literati gatherings, and they had left very favorable impressions on one another. Not long after meeting this time, they were already addressing each other as sworn sisters. Of course, Miao Die harbored another intention, though Li Youzhu was completely unaware of it at the moment.