Chapter 38

Hilary Abbott’s husband is named Nelson Abbott. Like Li Si, he holds a title, though his is not "Steel Dragon" but "Swift Dragon."

Feng Yanran lit the stove and set a large pot of water to boil. She began to scrub every inch of the house bit by bit; she despised having a dirty home. She scrubbed almost all day, and by evening, the house was thoroughly clean, just as it had been before.

Unexpectedly, Duan Shui did not respond to Lu Xun as he had the previous two times. Instead, he stared fixedly at Ge Nie, refusing to miss a single movement. One can tell the caliber of a master the moment they strike. From the aura he sensed emanating from Ge Nie, he was undoubtedly a master—the kind capable of posing a lethal threat to him.

Had Han Bairui sent this man away with the puppet doll? Very good. This man seemed to know nothing about the puppet doll; perhaps there would be an opportunity to make him release her.

Under the moonlight, Mei’er looked pale and frail, as if a gust of wind could knock her over. Pei Jun reached out to touch her forehead; it felt cool. Finally, the fever had broken; at least one thing was going as he wished.

"Senior Hilary, I've suffered a huge loss this time," Patrick Bart said with a grimace.

Of course, a feeling is just a feeling. Even if his opponent was strong, Bai Qi was confident that he was stronger. After all, Bai Qi had become as formidable as he was now precisely by overcoming the strong while he was still weak.

Regaining her senses, Yan Fei, having never been subjected to such impudent and improper behavior from a man, flared with indignation and prepared to strike to teach Ying Zheng, who was inches away, a lesson. But just as the thought crossed her mind, several potent, icy, and elusive killing intents locked onto her back, forcing her to suppress her movements.

Chen Rui looked toward the sound, but there was no one behind him. Yet, ten miles away on the peak of an isolated cliff, a rugged figure stood against the wind, gazing heroically over the thousand-mile mountain range illuminated by the morning sun, eyes sweeping across the undulating peaks and the rushing torrents between them.

"Take him away. Give him to an ordinary family; they need him more than I do," Zheng Yueyue said, stroking the baby's cheek.

Meanwhile, catching her off guard, he buried his face in her neck to nibble and kiss, his large hands roaming over her delicate body.

The warm lighting, the intoxicating music, the sparkling diamond ring—it was as if the very air was suffused with a dizzying, enchanting fragrance.

Ning Buhui unleashed the Divine Dragon Walk, his Meteor Sword slashing fiercely toward the green light in Xue Liren’s hand.

The so-called "death quota" is the maximum annual accidental death rate imposed by regulatory departments on their subordinate units, isn't it?

"Brother Jun, Big Brother, what are you doing?" Qi Xiuqiao felt her partner was about to wake up, so she ladled out the medicinal porridge and brought it over.

In her current state, having borrowed spiritual power to enter the Thirty-Third Heaven, she would inevitably see her soul scatter into nothingness within a few moments.

"How about this? Don't overwork yourself. Just make a phone call later and have someone deliver it directly," Lin Yuan said after a moment's thought. He knew the girl was truly exhausted today and would likely be even busier tomorrow, so he wanted her to get some proper rest.

For example, the extra-large king crabs—this place is quite vast, and if one wanted to buy one, it would cost at least 20,000 yuan.

The priest generated a totem in his hands and slammed it onto the ground with a thunderous sound. The dark warriors suddenly glowed with a strange light, and the speed of their hands increased instantly.

"Fine. You go back early if you must. I’ll bring the grandchildren over to drink on the second," Ding Dani agreed.

Naturally, she became a coveted prize in the eyes of many who sought shortcuts or hoped to climb the social ladder through the Michael family. Though she had just turned eighteen, many had already come to propose marriage, hoping to bind the two families together for mutual glory and shared destiny.

Melulu was coughing up blood as she called out to Ares, but she seemed to be in relatively good condition; she must have been protected by Toby, right?

The only pity was that those hands were merely a phantom, passing straight through Chen Bo’s face.

The two panicked, seeing the Ministry of Transport officials walking toward them, while people beside the car were shouting loudly.

As he spoke, I studied this spirited old man with graying temples, wise, deep eyes, and a kindly expression. So, this was Su Mo’s grandfather, the one who had tried to conspire with my grandmother to set me up with Su Mo.

None of the three members of the Su family knew what Su Xia, who had returned suddenly after five years, intended to do. Du Yue’e and Su Jinhua worried that Su Xia saw they were now well-off and wanted to take advantage of it, so they kept instructing Su Ying that no matter what Su Xia asked for, she must not give it to her.

When a Star of Extinction exhausts all its trump cards, it becomes like mollusk meat stripped of its shell, lying defenseless before a predator, waiting to be toyed with.

With the appearance of this thing, my body grew weak, as if I had just finished an intense workout.

A faint, mournful sound of a bone flute drifted from behind the black shadow, mingled with the sound of flowing water, making the atmosphere feel somewhat stifling.

She sent a message to confront Huo Yuanchen, and while caught off guard, she was grabbed by the hand by Meng Jinnian and dragged away forcefully.

It should have been easy to just be a little more careful, yet there are always those who are reckless and harbor wishful thinking; by the time something happens, they don't even have a chance to regret their actions.

Qi Meizhen was furious. Just then, Huo Yuanchen’s phone rang, and the name "An" prominently displayed on the screen nearly gave Qi Meizhen a heart attack.

"Found it." Lin Chuan had caught a strange, unusual scent in the air, and with a few quick strides, he entered the restroom once more.

Zhou Ying recalled the way Huo Yuanchen had shared his academic achievements in the lecture hall—dressed in a suit, full of presence, with every gesture exuding the demeanor of an elite, while subtly radiating an innate sense of cold detachment.