Volume 1, Chapter 51: I Am Willing to Take Responsibility

Fu Heng was about to say that the child was still sleeping, when suddenly, crying was heard coming from upstairs.

Fu Che signaled Yan Xi to bring the puppy in its cage upstairs and followed closely behind them.

Due to its terrifying side effects, the soul-searching device was never mass-produced. There was only one such instrument in the capital, used exclusively for interrogating heinous criminals.

Additionally, he wondered if the spiritual tea and spiritual wine he brought back from Qianzhou this time would be of any help to Susu's condition.

However, he did not dare to drink it himself. Instead, he stored all the wine inside the adjudication token, intending to make Section Chief Wang test it for poison first when they met.

It felt as though she had returned to that summer afternoon from a very long time ago, when, drenched to the skin, she watched him lower the arms that had been shielding his chest, revealing the vulnerable posture of a warrior shedding his armor.

As the two figures separated and the crashing sounds ceased, everyone stretched out their necks to look in that direction.

Yang Tianxiao split it into two halves, and boundless holy blood surged forth, dyeing everything before his eyes in a sea of gold.

Prior to the match, divergences had briefly emerged regarding tactical arrangements, centering mainly around the first game. Ren Fan had originally planned to select a bot-lane carry composition that they were extremely proficient with, but Lin Xuan immediately voiced a dissenting opinion.

Upon entering the room, he was met with the corpse of Ren Youwei lying on the floor. Startled, the hotel receptionist immediately called the police.

The injury on Xue Dongying's left arm was already severe. Originally, Ye Ming intended to find a high-level healing class and a senior apothecary in Jushan City to treat her wound, but she insisted on returning to the Precious Screen Immortal Trace.

"Huh?!" Hearing this, Niu Fu widened his eyes and stared at Dong Zhuo, as if he could not believe his own ears.

Of course, because each person possessed a different grasp of cinematic language, Lu Tao did not dare to shoot the main scenes; the footage he directed mostly consisted of minor marginal scenes.

Gu Yan was momentarily stunned. He was terribly afraid of Qiu Shaolin; in terms of cultivation and status alike, the gap between them was far too vast to be bridged.

How dare she mock him—this was utterly intolerable! Glaring at Lu Ling, Ruan Qingning reached out and pulled the bowl of noodles toward herself.

As the swelling in his mouth subsided, Wang Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief. At least he no longer had to worry about suffocating to death from a blocked windpipe later.

Even those who had previously instigated Yao Chenfeixian to kill Hou Yu now hurriedly put on smiles and acted exceptionally courteous the moment Hou Yu's gaze swept over them.

As coincidental as could be, she happened to witness the exact moment when Ruan Qingning grabbed Lu Ling's hand. The truest thought in the depths of her heart slipped past her lips.

I hurriedly rushed back to her side, pressing my middle finger against the golden light once more. I felt a surge of heat in my finger, followed immediately by a piercing, agonizing pain.

"No more requests allowed!" As Lu Ling turned around and opened his mouth to speak, Ruan Qingning preemptively blocked his words with admirable foresight.

The coach shouted from the sidelines, urging Wei Shao to control the tempo for the final offensive play. A bizarre scene unfolded on the court: while the game was still in progress, Guo Xu simply walked over to the bench to drink water, a sequence destined for the Shaqtin' a Fool hall of fame.

Looking at the other bowl of nourishing soup being brought out from the kitchen, Yue Tingcheng frowned and cast a helpless look at Zhao Qing萝, before taking the soup handed to him by the servant and finishing it under his mother-in-law's watchful gaze.

Is this, for heaven's sake, the attitude of someone asking for a favor? It was a pity they could only curse him silently in their hearts, not daring to voice it aloud.

As Chun Teng spoke on and on, she noticed that Gu the Panda was quietly gazing at her, his eyes carrying a very peculiar sensation.

Had she treated a mature man in such a manner, everything that followed would likely have unfolded quite naturally.