Out of Danger

The tear gas canister landed squarely among the crowd of Japanese. Even with the snow on the ground dampening the sound, such a massive object dropped right in their midst was impossible to miss for anyone with functional eyesight.

The Realm of Heaven possessed three hundred billion in assets and numerous elite retained guests, every single one of them possessing formidable strength. By contrast, the auction house had only Zhang Zizhen; how could he possibly hope to catch up to the Realm of Heaven?

Yet he simply wanted to see how long Jiang Wu could keep up her act. Self-righteous cleverness always had to suffer a setback before it could truly mature.

Before that man could even finish his sentence, Lin Fan crushed his nascent soul, causing him to vanish entirely.

It turned out that, seeing Erlang Ye and the others delayed in returning, Madam Zhang had gone to the village entrance to wait for them. After waiting for over half an hour, she finally saw them approach.

In addition to this, Dewey discovered that although there were hundreds of puppets here, many of them shared striking similarities, such as hair color and facial contours.

The fierce sword qi shattered the condensed floral defense directly, yet the sword qi itself vanished into nothingness as though it had never existed at all.

After readjusting their positions, the masters of the nine top-tier sects, along with two pseudo-emperor powerhouses from the royal family, instantly channeled their spiritual energy into their hands and smashed it toward the invisible barrier before them.

"This... this is too expensive, I cannot accept it." Madam Zhang said, practically treating the two vials in her hands as if they were burning coals, hastily setting them back down on the table.

Unlike that nearly accidental bump in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, this was a genuine, undeniable kiss.

When she mentioned that Mom had given birth to six children and still had money to buy good food for a birthday, Grandma claimed she was the one who bought the groceries, prompting the uncle and aunt to accuse Grandma of wasting money.

The more he touched me, the more repulsed I felt. Furthermore, the extent of his physical contact was quite invasive, with blatantly suggestive undertones.

Tasting it, Zhou Xiaoqing's trembling eyelashes slowly fluttered open, meeting Chen Xiaoran's gentle gaze. Her heart began to race.

Yet she could not refuse. This young lord was a powerful "big figure"—even her great-grandfather had been utterly obsequious upon meeting him, and she knew she had no choice but to submit.

When I asked Qilin about it, that fellow would never give me a straight answer, always acting all mysterious and telling me I would find out when the time came.

As their lips brushed against each other, the man's aura slowly consumed her. She closed her eyes, the hands pressed against Chen Xiaoran's chest seemingly losing all their strength as they slowly softened, sliding down to the man's waist, and her arms finally wrapped around his shoulders.

At that moment, the door of the private room was violently kicked open, and dozens of burly men in uniform black Zhongshan suits and sunglasses rushed in, brandishing machetes in unison.

When my lips touched Zhang Yingying's, I felt a brief flutter of panic, but it lasted only a moment before I calmed down, and as Zhang Yingying initiated a passionate kiss, I began to respond with deep devotion.

"Shameless, mangy bird..." Cursing the Golden Crow Supreme for his dark heart while clutching their spatial coordinates, the major factions hurried off to visit the Sacred Land of Stars or the Sacred Land of the Firmament.

I certainly owed her a debt when it came to our relationship issues. In the past, I had indeed deliberately distanced myself from her for Zhang Yingying's sake, even being so ruthless as to ignore her entirely, and driven by my own selfish desires, I had once nearly forced myself upon her.

Gritting his teeth, Tong Tian activated his liquefaction skill at the very fraction of a second before the attack landed, and consequently, muskrat after muskrat passed right through his body until a full minute had elapsed.

Anyone else would have seized such an opportunity with both hands. Besides, Wang Anishi had been relegated to "fourth place" during the imperial examinations. In everyone's eyes, he would surely use this chance to prove that he was the true top scholar material; yet Wang Anshi chose not even to register his name, preferring to remain a county magistrate in a remote mountainous region.