Volume 1, Chapter 43: The Man Whose Words Dissent from His Heart

Mu Youwei's bold and provocative words directly forced Chen Fan to back down, making him dare not mention the matter of appreciating photos again.

When it came to verbal bravado, he was quite sensible and kept his mouth shut.

Was it that he didn't know how?

No, who didn't know how to talk big!

The crux of the matter was that while he only talked big, certain people would actually put it into action!

If Chen Fan dared to take her bait, Mu Youwei would dare to slip naked into his bed that very night.

However, a second later, Chen Fan's cell phone received a few photos.

The moment he looked at them, his eyes widened instantly, and a stream of warm blood gushed out of his nostrils.

Mu Youwei looked somewhat smug. What she sent were photos of her own sexy portraits; as for Shen Ruyi's, how could she possibly show them to Chen Fan?

However, alongside her smugness...

Hearing this up to this point, Ye Lan could no longer suppress her curiosity and hurriedly pressed Rinne for answers.

One must know that, currently, the villagers and warriors infected by the plague caused by the Manticore had already surpassed one hundred in number. If they failed to find a solution to the plague in time, it meant that more than a hundred vibrant lives would perish in this incident.

She had not expected Yaoxi to get out so easily, thinking that if it had been the astute Su Luanzi, getting out probably wouldn't have been such an easy task.

Ji Wuyan looked at the people whose expressions had changed, glaring viciously at Huo Ziting. Among those present, if anyone had the strength to transmit a private voice-transmission into everyone's ears, it seemed only Huo Ziting possessed such strange power.

The snake-person sneered a few times: "Heh, of course I am a powerhouse. I am the Great Wizard of the Snake-person Clan, an existence holding a status equal to that of the chieftain." The two exposed peaks on her chest trembled continuously—a sight that should have been extremely pleasing, yet the scales surrounding them made everything appear uncanny.

Days prior, the official authorities of Qitian City had issued an announcement urging nearby villages to take refuge inside the city. However, the vast majority of people still chose to remain in their original places, holding onto the hope that their obedience would bring them peace, unaware that when a nest is overturned, no egg remains intact.

This single sentence startled all four third-generation werewolves. "There is a divine beast?" They looked around in all directions, yet discovered nothing.

"Slap!" A crisp and loud face-slap landed without suspense on that staff member's face.

Ruochen was nearly startled into a jump when he saw it. "Why are you holding a fox?" he asked in astonishment.

Super forces possessed capital sufficient to make one proud; it wasn't just about abundant resources, the innate talent possessed by these students and information recipients, as well as the benefits they reaped, were entirely different.

"I heard others say that getting bitten by a snake will kill you." Lanlan raised her head to look at Gao Qing's pale face, assuming Gao Qing must be deeply poisoned, otherwise why would his face be so white?

The dean shook his head. Although they were grasshoppers tied to the same rope, this family was truly mud that could not be plastered onto a wall.

One who is not envied is a mediocre talent. Since ancient times, which powerhouse in this world could have a completely smooth-sailing journey during their growth?

The frame showed Lu Jin's back as he drove. Xiao Tao couldn't see his face, only a pair of distinct, knuckle-toned hands.

Wang Bo: "Things are a bit tough. We ran into a team of players from the Aristocratic Families Alliance and just killed them. It seems to have triggered some kind of restriction, and we can't leave this area for the moment."

"Alright! Everyone, put them on and try them out!" Duo Duo was seen bringing a few tight outfits for everyone to try.

Three o'clock in the afternoon in the Kingdom of Meijie happened to be eight o'clock in the morning in the United States. This was precisely the start of the day, as well as the time when most people were on their commute to work. Playing on mobile phones naturally became one of the main activities during this time slot.

Except for the turbid seawater which could prove that the Dead Sea had just experienced a violent upheaval, no other traces of turmoil remained.

Countless white clouds condensed and swirled around the clouds, and in just a single instant, the entire field was left with nothing but a vast expanse of white.

"..." Gao Qing suddenly had the urge to kill his cousin and then commit suicide. He had seen shameless people, but encountering someone this shameless today was truly a first.

Huo Yuanchen's culinary skills were truly unspeakable. Several times she wanted to spit out the noodles, but fearing she would offend him, she gritted her teeth and finished the entire bowl.

Her heartbeat dropped heavily like drumbeats, and a dry, astringent feeling gripped her throat. Le Rao slowly calmed her breathing and raised a hand to wipe away the trace of tears at the corner of her eye, shed at some unknown moment.

Le Rao abruptly opened her eyes. Those two words seemed to carry invisible hooks, hooking a warm flush onto Le Rao's face.

Perhaps having been sent abroad to be tempered in a branch company, Le Rao distinctly felt that Qu Zeyuan had become much more composed.

Shinxia Shuichi in the sky naturally knew, but in previous clashes, neither Nagato nor Uchiha Obito had used it in actual combat, so Namikaze Minato naturally had no way of knowing.

Gu Zhiwei was sleeping drowsily, so she lazily turned over, moving a little further away from that warm body.

Mu Lingxi's face instantly turned bright red, and she hurriedly turned aside, no longer daring to make eye contact with Qin Lie.

After touring the inside and outside to familiarize himself, Shinxia Shuichi placed the ninjutsu scroll down in a secret room at the innermost part of the ANBU base, and then set up a seal.

Therefore, ever since Gu Zhiwei returned to the country, Fu Jinxing's attitude toward her had been so good, and he even insisted on having Gu Zhiwei treat Xinxin.

Having finished all this, Fang He drove back. Along the way, it was as peaceful as if nothing had happened at all. As for the large crater blasted into the road by a rocket-propelled grenade, that was not something Fang He needed to worry about.

At this moment, his gourd on the ground seemed to have grown hot, scorching the weeds on the ground until they emitted wisps of white smoke.

Genjutsu—Sleeping Land was a very troublesome ninjutsu. Although its creator, Mizuki, had clarified the established direction of development and principles, when used in the hands of different people, the effects produced might not be entirely identical.

Yang Tian could not think of what to do for the moment, so he could only first refute those exposés and tell others not to believe them.

"Someone used a bomb to injure your brother, and yesterday in prison you were almost killed by someone, so you are here today to seek revenge on me, right?" Wilson turned his head to look at me again.

During battles, Pandora was my commander. Aside from that, she was more like a confidante. I loved her face—one side angelic, the other demonic—and even more, the expression she wore when I provoked her, wanting to beat me up yet unable to bring herself to do it.

"Come, come, come! Taste the cookies and black tea I made personally for my dearest wife." Chang Fei pulled his wife up to sit on the sofa.

Wu Zijian, who had been silently counting the stuffed buns following the hand movements of the eldest young master of the Ye family, reached the one hundred and thirty-second bun.

Hot sauce was deeply moved. Qin Yuan did not look down on him as a streetball player, but instead used a greeting style exclusive to their streets, which instantly made him feel respected.

Now that their strength was inferior to others, Lingchu Academy was being trampled underfoot and wantonly humiliated by members of a top-tier major sect like the Demian Cult. Shangguan Lianhong felt extremely uncomfortable inside.

"Yoshi~!" The jade-like loli closed the silver tactical orbment with satisfaction, tucked it into her bosom, and then plunged back into the pile of treasures, finding a strip-shaped object wrapped in a dust-covered black cloth.

Behind the warriors, a mortar position had also been constructed. Twelve 60mm mortars and six 81mm mortars—a total of 18 mortars—had been set up, and crates of shells had already been hauled over.