Volume 1, Chapter 61: Everything is in Chaos

It was close to ten o'clock in the evening when they finally finished. Stepping out of the restaurant's entrance, a black Maserati parked there was exceptionally eye-catching.

Death was death, but to leave no will behind—the drama of vying for the throne had finally reached its boiling point. By this time, no one had any spare energy left to freeload or take advantage of others.

They themselves actually felt that the tower dive in the bottom lane was the critical turning point that led to their decline.

Mother Ying looked at the two young women before her with a thoughtful expression, remaining silent for a long time. Fan Shengmei quickly pulled Guan Ju'er up and bid farewell.

Xiao Ziting took the glass of water handed to her, her eyes filled with astonishment as she looked at Meng Xi. She knew Meng Xi's character well; she never praised anyone lightly.

"If you dare to tear down this cell, I'll tear you to pieces! Did you hear me!" Wang Qiao added fiercely.

Just as he had told Mei Feng, she was not only his tool to exact revenge on Xiao Shiqing, but she was also his wife.

Rong Mu covered half her face. Neither her voice nor her complexion showed the slightest change as she turned around and walked away.

My foot was hooked on the roadside utility pole, but suddenly he picked me up and, right in full view of the public, shoved me into the off-road vehicle—the very one I had already ridden in once before.

She had remained silent the entire time, making Wen Ruixiu even more anxious and uneasy. He desperately wanted to hear her response, yet was terrified of hearing it; what he feared even more was that she might reject his feelings on account of Wang Wan.

On the surface, Chen Shi's remark came out on top, but in truth, it made my mother extremely awkward. My mother had met Chen Shi once before, last time at the nursing home, where Chen Shi grabbed me and demanded I compensate him for his grandmother. Her impression of him was already poor to begin with.

The Twelve Olympian Gods—none of them were simple figures. Given their strength, they were utterly incomparable.

"Master, fall back!" Meng Batian rushed out, throwing Gao Yu backward with a single sweep. A giant sword abruptly materialized in Meng Batian's hands, held horizontally across his chest as he prepared to take the full brunt of Fensha's strike.

"Sir, isn't it a bit impolite to stare at another man's wife like that?" Qin Yu pulled Holly Rossi behind him, casting a vigilant gaze at Henderson.

Huh? Everyone was stunned. Just like that? It was cured by simply placing such a dark, murky thing on him?

"No way, I would never do such a thing!" Shen Ling'er hurriedly argued, though she thought to herself inwardly: Why is Brother Batian so smart? How did he know I would do that?

With a deafening crash, more than half of the villa was reduced to ruins beneath the Turning Heaven Seal, and the entire Lingyun Mountain began to vibrate violently.

Ignoring Hao Shuai, who was in the midst of obliterating the two men, Chu Feng turned his gaze toward Ye Ning, whose heart had turned to complete ash.

If the money you earn exceeds the tax-free allowance, the surplus will be taxed at 19 percent.

Therefore, any conjecture, any assumption that others cannot or must act in a certain way, appeared utterly absurd. Who would ever assume that a non-player character in a game *must* behave a certain way? This was no feeble-minded game, but a meticulously orchestrated dream. If one could easily figure out others' behavioral patterns, wouldn't it be far too transparent?

Looking at Fei Xunran dressed up in all sorts of anime costumes, Xi Yuxuan felt that there might genuinely be a generation gap between them. After finishing her porridge and insisting that her fever was completely gone—with the thermometer as proof—Fei Xunran was still pressed into taking her medicine and sent upstairs to sleep.

If Lian Ze had been asked to draft it, he never would have dared to write down such an exorbitant figure. Jing Tian had once again demonstrated astonishing boldness.

Although she felt it wasn't quite right, when she thought about how perfunctory that makeup artist had always been toward Jiabao, Zhang Xue—tangled in endless hesitation—decided to follow Jiabao's instructions despite not knowing the best way to phrase it. She unconsciously bit her lower lip to psych herself up, preparing to turn and walk out the next second.

"Yang Lingqiu, since you are the first to attend the bedchamber, you shall go tonight. Remember to serve His Highness well and do not disappoint this consort." Su Moyan fixed a cold, chilling gaze on Yang Lingqiu, her tone aloof and unreadable.

Although these positions weren't particularly conspicuous, who could tell if this wasn't merely a probe on his part?

Constantly facing Jiang Yizhou's earth-shatteringly handsome face, she had long since developed an immunity to handsome men.

The silver obtained from selling Jing Ruosu had long been squandered by them. Because the fields had been neglected after Jing Ruosu's departure, and with every household busy with the autumn harvest, the family of three was barely scraping by, going from meal to meal.

Su Qianyu's gaze darkened slightly. Although he didn't pursue whether or not the other was the Night Sovereign, judging by the whispered conversation they had just shared, Gu Chengxi was definitely not the Night Sovereign.

To ensure that Na Bachuan could taste the most delectable hundred-flower dish, Duoduo had gone to great lengths, seasoning it with dried chili peppers and garlic. The spicy and sour aroma alone was enough to make anyone's mouth water.

The figure was clad in night-traveler's garb and wore a black mask, concealing both facial features and aura, making them appear intensely mysterious.

"Alright, then let's drink more; the ones outside aren't quite as authentic!" The middle-aged man put down the newspaper in his hand.

Zhong Xinyue had originally intended to thoroughly infuriate Mingxue, but seeing the latter's pale, fainting, and feeble state, the words failed her entirely.

Now that everyone was grouped closer together, the poison powder would inflict indiscriminate damage, meaning it could no longer be used casually.

"Princess Consort, this wife will remember this slap. Thank you for the lesson!" Madam Xiang bowed to me.

Even if it required the Lingyun Sect to pay a heavy price, they would spare nothing to help the Breaking Heaven Alliance weather this trial. That was the true essence of the alliance between the Lingyun Sect and the Breaking Heaven Alliance.

That soul-crushing torment was akin to being trapped in the eighteenth level of hell, making one wish for death yet unable to die.

This place had originally been a hospital, but judging by the mottled stains on the walls, it was impossible to tell how long it had been abandoned. Searching around, we unexpectedly discovered a service counter in the main hall, inside of which still remained some unopened packaged food.

Unwilling to disturb Du Fan's rest, I gently closed the door of Forensic Room No. 2, tiptoed to the top of the stairs, and had just lifted my foot without yet putting it down when the door to Forensic Room No. 1 swung open.

Such an intensity of attack had reached the level of the Heavenly Dao to a certain extent; hence, he had to mobilize the power of the Heavenly Dao through the connection between his avatar and his true body. With his current physical condition, it was difficult to execute this repeatedly.

Tang Feifei nodded and turned to leave, yet for some inexplicable reason, her heart kept pounding wildly. She secretly ridiculed herself inwardly: Sure, the man was handsome, but she didn't need to be infatuated to this extent, did she?

The iron pipe was thick and rusted. At one end of the iron pipe were sharp, protruding spikes. Without administering any anesthesia, the Ghoul used the iron pipe in his hand to ruthlessly stab his own terrifying, hideous left face.

The two nodded to each other and formed hand seals simultaneously, preparing to chant the Nine-Word Mantra. Yang Congzi and the various ghosts, demons, and evil spirits immediately retreated, terrified of collateral damage, while Daofeng also drifted backward.