Chapter 43: How Did the Villain Turn Into a Simp? 6

"Of course I'm pursuing you because I like you. I can tell you right now."
"Didn't I say it already? I'm your fan, a girlfriend fan."
Hua Yue rested her chin in both hands, looking at Zhong Shi with a beaming smile.
Little liar.
If he were to believe her, Zhong Shi's acting career could be declared over on the spot.
"Now that you know, will you be my boyfriend?" Hua Yue began her daily flirtation, maintaining her persona.
End it sooner.
In truth, both Liu Yuan and Chu Fengqi were well aware of what Su Chen had said, but at this moment, they shared a common goal: to eliminate the major threat that was Su Chen first.
Before the wisher even reached the upper floor, her anxious voice preceded her. By the time she flashed inside, Li Junxiu had already squeezed out a faint smile to greet her caring gaze.
Ye Qiu knew that once his cultivation reached a certain level, he would definitely ferry the wandering ghosts there to the other side, and that place would then return to normal.
Martinez had come specifically to thank Ye Qiu, as he had thought Ye Qiu would get off the plane in Paris.
"The rock?!" Zhou Deqing was momentarily stunned. To be honest, he really hadn't paid attention to that piece of rock. Located at the summit, it had been weathered by wind and rain for who knows how long, gradually taking on the shape of a rectangular block. If they were at a stone mill, it would still be usable material that could be shaped without much cutting.
Seeing the wisher enter, she hurriedly stepped forward to welcome her warmly, taking her hand with great familiarity. The two grown men in the hospital room laughed out loud at the sight, though their smiles each carried a slightly different nuance.
"Ruoyan and I plan to disguise ourselves as a pair of sisters to place an order with that Kamizong Kenzhi, and as for you, you'll naturally be our bodyguard! Are you willing?" Xi Xi asked.
Since Dong Zhuo's actions were unproblematic, his deposition of Emperor Ling of Han, Liu Liu, could at most be seen as eagerness for quick success and instant benefits without considering the bigger picture. To say he committed any real fault would be out of the question.
Cracks began to spread continuously from the center. In an instant, the thick and sturdy light barrier shattered like a fragile soap bubble amidst a deafening roar.
At that moment, Xue Mumu held a child by each hand. The evening breeze fluttered the hem of her clothes and blew her stray locks, while blurred street lamps glowed behind her, seemingly softening the years without a conscious effort. It made this path feel somewhat long, so long that it seemed to span across those passing years.
No one could answer this question; even he himself did not know what he should do next.
There was nothing particularly secretive about this matter for Shen Ran, but it was indeed unusual. In the past, Xu Guangyuan mostly interacted and spent time with Shen Ran in work settings or during academic discussions, at most inviting him out for a meal together.
The young man walked down the stairs, his gaze falling upon Chu Tiance and Yun Shan. He shouted coldly, his tone laden with heavy hostility and his eyes full of disgust.
Even with Jiang Taixu protecting his path, the lightning tribulation could not possibly suppress and kill Su Ping. However, being able to strike Su Ping with a few fierce bolts of lightning just to vent the crowd's frustration would suffice.
"You say you don't know the Wind-Riding Incarnation Technique, then who did you learn the moves you used to defeat that cyan-robed disciple at the Xuandu Assembly from?" Qian Feng asked.
Yun Feiyue stood frozen in place, staring fixedly at the person before her. Her usually serene and composed gaze was now somewhat flustered and helpless.
Nangong Tian wore a ferocious expression, shrouded in purple lightning, pushing a great seal forward. The might of the Supreme Sacred Body erupted fully at this moment, resembling a chaotic deity and demon burning away everything.
Perhaps back then, had he truly relinquished power and refused to contend with his imperial brother, he would have lived far more freely and leisurely than now, and his conflicts with Xiao Changque would not have intensified to this degree.
Qiuyue supported Han Wei'er, while Ruizhu supported Yuwan. The group of four walked up the steps, proceeding slowly toward the interior of the temple. The two coachmen stayed behind at the temple gates to wait.