Chapter 27: Wang Family Funeral Home (1)

What was most unacceptable was that right in front of Jian Nanfeng, Jian Xiewei aggrievedly shifted the blame and pointed the spearhead at her.

Looking at the photograph, she suddenly recalled that she had left Wendy's place in such a rush that she had forgotten a few things. She had intended to go back and retrieve them when she had time, but exactly when was it that she left?

After Father Quan left, Mother Quan and Ah Quan both went inside to pack their things. In truth, they did not have many belongings, and everything could easily fit onto their three-wheeled cart to be hauled away.

That prolonged, trembling wail was winding and desolate, and anyone outside who didn't know better would have sworn someone was slaughtering a pig.

A person who could make one's teeth itch with hatred just at the mere mention of them actually dared to have the audacity to appear right before his eyes.

"Have you made enough of a scene!" Nan Changqing said through gritted teeth. Looking at the person before him, he felt quite a headache coming on.

With that, Sizhu took a handful of fish food from his sleeve and scattered it into the water. Instantly, the goldfish swarmed forward, fighting over the meal.

She finally saw it clearly—it was a packet of condoms. To think that Jiang Shaoqian, a man who always looked so impeccably dressed and refined on television, could be so wicked.

Those ink-blue eyes, devoid of the slightest warmth, cast a chilling gaze her way, giving her the suffocating sensation of drowning in the deep sea.

Qiao Yu choked back her words, not expecting him to be so cold. Hesitating for a few seconds, she ultimately resigned herself and complied.

"I don't know if this is to your taste? I've always smoked this brand; it's a recently released label and sells quite well." Wang Yuanqiang also sat down by the stove, puffing away on a cigarette as he chattered on.

"Looking at that law-breaking face of yours, you don't look like anything good. You'd better save it," Wang Feng said from the passenger seat, resting his chin in his hand and glancing at Li Qiang with an indifferent expression.

"What?" Hearing this, Jiang Fusheng abruptly shoved Yang Zihao aside, sending the spirit stones and herbs in his hands scattering all over the floor. With a fluid carp-kip movement, he sprang to his feet and snatched the bulging storage pouch right out of Yao Muchen's hands.

In this way, the matchups for the top eight had already been determined: Han Xiao versus Fang Longxiang, Wang Shengting versus Liao Senlin, Chen Hongwu versus Lan Xiaotian, and Xialong Bujun versus Canglang.

The river water flowed on continuously and endlessly. Looking toward its source, however, it seemed blocked off by buildings far, far away. Yadong had walked along the riverbank for I don't know how long, but his inner turmoil gradually subsided and his emotions steadily calmed.

She refused to trust anyone, relying solely on herself. She was convinced that a nanny's cooking certainly lacked hygiene, that her laundry washing would not only be unclean but might very well break their washing machine, let alone expecting her to properly care for a child.

With a dragon roar that shook the heavens, the Chizi Sword slashed out wildly, unleashing a sword qi several dozen feet long that swept out in all directions with him at the center.

"Dragon Planet? What Dragon Planet, is that some place on Earth?" Feng Jiuyia asked in astonishment.

Ye Tong felt her heart tickled with desire by his teasing, and the moment they got into the car, she didn't say another word before taking a bite of Han Che's cheek.

After dismissing the delivery men, Jiang Chengyan was just about to close the door when he caught sight of seven or eight gossiping heads poking out from the doorway.

Liu Yi hurried over, and seeing Liang Yiyi's pale complexion, he silently wondered if she was feeling unwell.

Looking out over the vast martial arts training ground, a flash crossed Murong's dark eyes, and she immediately channeled her ethereal footwork, making her way straight to the Ke family's martial arts library.

The advancing formation was suppressed once more, and two more team members suffered grazing bullet wounds to their legs and collapsed to the ground.

Feng Muchuhua was completely under tight control, and coupled with Murong's mastery of the Soul-Stearing Great Art, he felt none of the overbearing force that usually accompanied being manipulated for the very first time.

"Director Lin, don't forget the cell phone you promised me." Shan Hong was already waiting by the motorcycle to give him a ride down the mountain.

"So be it, I actually have something to discuss with the two of you anyway." Dongjun snapped his fingers as he spoke. Instantly, a silver table materialized before them.

And that long sword was none other than the Supreme God's Heavenly Dao of Divine Punishment. The one who had stepped in to protect the Ice Emperor was none other than the Forest Emperor nearby, who looked entirely ready to strike directly. The Two Emperors and One Emperor represented the absolute peak of combat power across all factions.

"The Shen family? What are you going to the Shen family for? Why are you taking her with you to the Shen family? Is it not enough that Shen Chunsheng already has designs on her?" Lady Zhao raised her hand, preparing to beat Jiang Chengyan with her fists.

Hearing Ji Mingxuan's words, the unnatural expression on Mother Liang's face vanished instantly, replaced immediately by her hearty laughter.

Hu You looked at her own blackened hands and truly felt too embarrassed to place them on him, having a lingering sense that she would only sully someone else's purity.

The tall Goth possessed formidable strength; a fourth-rank martial master was a rare and unmatched existence for someone of his age. He threw his punch without holding anything back, the resulting gale roaring fiercely as it passed, and the crushing pressure brought by his ultimate strength was clearly visible to all.

Knowing they wouldn't listen anyway, Ding Renfan indignantly clamped his mouth shut, glaring at them solely with his eyes to vent his anger.

"Diying Yuan, do you believe me? One day, you will surely come crying and begging me, Hu You, to love you?" Hu You gazed ardently at Diying Yuan, her expression blank, yet a brilliant light of confidence flickered in her eyes.

The turtle phantom was massive, with ripples faintly visible across its surface. Although its aura could not compare to those divine beasts, it still carried a rather imposing momentum of its own.

The wild grass quivered in her hand, appearing utterly terrified. If not for the fact that it lacked a physical form, Yuan Yuan could well imagine what it looked like as it trembled.

Racing all the way, they reached the Endless Cliff past dusk, and Diying Yuan's heart sank completely.

Compared to artifact forging, however, his talent in talisman making could only be described as ordinary. It wasn't that his talent was exceptionally poor, but neither was it particularly outstanding.

She was merely asking Luo Yonghao on a whim, never expecting him to agree so readily. He didn't even ask about her relationship with Fu Qinyu, making him quite impressive in a new light.

The vines suddenly contracted, binding Taiyan tightly like a rice dumpling once more, yet Taiyan's struggles only grew increasingly violent.

Because she was a newcomer, she had prepared a bamboo stick, tapping the grass ahead of her as she carefully inspected her surroundings.

His inner energy exceeded that of ordinary people, meaning he didn't need to constantly replenish it; he only needed to rely on his vast reservoir of inner energy to keep trying.

As for the sturdy young man standing beside him with a ferocious grin, his identity was unmistakably self-evident.