Could she be jealous?

Xurui moved in next door.

It was a small two-story building, equipped with a robotic butler inside.

No sooner had she moved in than Xurui skillfully installed surveillance cameras in every corner of the room, especially in Yao Han's room, leaving virtually no blind spots.

Yao Han stood obediently by the doorway, just watching her set up the cameras.

His voice still carried a hint of grievance, "You're violating my privacy like this. Can't you give me even a little personal space? You're going to watch me change clothes too?"

He felt that facing these human beings, winning with money was simply too insulting to his personal dignity—from beginning to end, he had neither drunk a single vial of strength-enhancing potion nor pulled out a single scroll inscribed with powerful spells.

"Heh." Tianwei Changge gave a faint smile, ignoring Bai Lingfeng and Long Yue'er as he walked up to the twelve spirit-imbued boulders, gazing intently and studying them closely.

By the following morning, a massive storm had swept through social apps like Weibo and Moments, as well as various academic forums.

Ron was somewhat puzzled, but Gross's prestige within the bandit gang was right before him, leaving room for little debate—as the bandit leader, Gross had almost never made a record of errors, which well reinforced Ron's blind obedience.

Entering through the cavern into the warm nests and magma grottoes within, this was where the divine beasts dwelt; among the bird nests sat tables, chairs, benches, and stools.

Shangguan Xianyun exchanged a palm strike with Old Mother Jiuxian and Bai Muqing respectively, and flew backward into the depths of the "Cloud Palace" while vomiting blood, barely managing to steady her body, only to drop to one knee on the ground and spit blood once more, powerless to fight again.

Her delicate body stirred, swiftly retreating against the momentum of the Star Soul Spear. Yet the moment she moved, she paused, her lithe body stiffening as she felt her rounded hips supported by a large hand. Slightly turning her rigid head, she cast a glance backward.

"We've walked this far, and enough people have died. If it's possible not to die, I'll do my utmost to help you all!" Zhou Fengchen said in a deep voice.

Looking at the joyful and excited smiling faces of those children, the protagonist began to ponder the second step of his plan.

Dongfang Bai was slightly startled and said, "You..." At the same time, he made a grasping motion, but all that fell into his hand were faint particles of light. Chu Feng vanished in an instant like a dream or a phantom.

Perhaps this world simply holds too many varied coincidences, which is why the concept of fate exists. Fate is actually a very wondrous thing; if you believe in it, then fate truly exists, but if you do not, then accidental encounters and rendezvous are merely coincidences.

After glancing at him, I said: This study session probably won't be peaceful either; I just noticed something was up.

I took a deep breath, a slight pain aching in my chest, and raised my head to gaze at that deep-seated attachment. For the very first time... I wanted to flee, suddenly feeling somewhat afraid to meet Fuyou's gaze.

On the side of the Wang family's mercantile association, a dozen angry men successively drew the weapons at their waists; clearly, they were no weaklings either.

Upon hearing the old lady's words, Dadaozi was stunned for a moment before saying: Didn't your old man already pass away?

Xiao Yue understood their perspective; not everyone was like their family's Yang Changfa, who supported her in whatever she chose to do.

Chen Xuan quietly watched the clothes on the two gradually diminish, watched them wantonly fondling each other, and quietly watched the man's manhood slowly grow erect.

With that, she leaped into the air, heading straight for the main hall. I immediately followed her, a golden flash in my hand as the Demon-Damaging Whip sprang forth from my palm.

Song Jue's eyes were as deep and dark as the sea. Her tone remained unchanged, even more proper and gentle than before, yet that invisible detachment accurately pierced straight into his heart, bringing an indescribable pain.

Feng Qingya washed the bowls and chopsticks, placing them neatly on the dining table. The secret agents had already finished tidying up and were discussing something. A box of firearms and ammunition sat on the coffee table, and each of them tucked weapons into their waistbands. She didn't understand it, so she simply stopped looking. Approaching the kitchen, a wave of appetizing aroma drifted out, piping hot and making one's mouth water.