Chapter 45

"No need... Just do the things HyunA used to do." An Jung-hoon said as he pressed down lightly on her shoulder. Bae Suzy understood, bit her lower lip, looked up at him, and slowly slid down, kneeling beneath the table.

Kim Tae-hee watched quietly for a moment, then suddenly smiled faintly. She raised her head, watching the brilliant meteor shower bloom in the night sky before slowly scattering without a trace.

How could Su Lan not know what Ning Yuor was thinking? If she really intended to do something with Xiao Yi, Ning Yuor would undoubtedly be the first to jump out and stop them. Su Lan had even prepared the excuse for Ning Yuor in advance—she would certainly claim to be worried that Su Lan might get the short end of the stick.

In terms of striking brilliance, she fell short of An Ning; in terms of approachability, she lagged behind Ming Yang; in terms of grace and elegance, she could not compare to Xianjing; and even when it came to pure innocence and cuteness, she was inferior to Fu Zhen.

"You make it sound so difficult, do you really think you can scare me?" Ling's reply satisfied Sasuke quite a bit, and amidst his joy, he joked back.

The Northern Star family could only blame themselves for provoking the wrong person, and the timing was far too unfortunate, as the majority of their powerful experts were away from the island.

The FNC sisters were also jealous of me, but that was an illusion. After all, I was not Suzy, and I had never truly obtained any of those things.

Everyone was stunned. They hadn't expected that the first person to state their position would actually agree, and it didn't seem to be out of fear for the threat An Jung-hoon had left behind before departing, but rather a full-hearted backing.

The Curse of Death—truly worthy of being a curse woven from the power of the Grim Reaper. It subtly manipulated the power of death to tug at the target's soul, proving to be fiercely effective indeed.

Han Lingsi had already dispatched Ziyi to investigate the matter of this expedition southward, and he believed that it wouldn't be long before the true mastermind behind the scenes was brought to light.

"I'll advance you a thousand bucks of salary first!" Sun Qiao assumed the other person must have run into some urgent matter requiring money, and didn't think much of it. A friend in need is a friend indeed; a thousand yuan wasn't a huge sum anyway. Even if this guy really took the money and ran, she would at most just offer a bitter smile and shrug it off.

Especially during this forced demolition operation, Zheng Chenglin and some personnel from the Urban Management Bureau had performed exceptionally well, earning even his high praise.

Since Su Nan had actually hardly had any alcohol to drink today—the only glass she consumed being the red wine spiked by Guo Jianren—the breath she exhaled near Jiang Fei's ear was merely a sweet fragrance devoid of any unpleasant alcoholic odor, making it terribly difficult for anyone to keep their self-control.

"I don't know you. I've been to the regiment headquarters a few times, but I've never seen you before." Ouyang Hongxue shook her head.

Most of the assault team soldiers were around twenty years old, right in the age of awakening youth and innocence. Where had they ever witnessed such a dazzling scene of varied beauty, voluptuous and stunning? Every single one of their hearts raced, their faces flushed crimson, and their breathing grew heavy.

The old shopkeeper instructed the clerk to keep watch outside and led the guest into the back room. Only then did the clerk realize that this person wasn't here to buy oil, but rather to sell it. He couldn't help sticking out his tongue in surprise, thinking how lucky he was that he hadn't offended this boss who dealt in sesame oil earlier.

Yi Feng's fist collided with the bow and arrow. The sharp aura of the spiritual energy arrow faintly threatened to pierce through Yi Feng's protective spiritual barrier, causing him to furrow his brow.

Tianqi completely ignored Tuo He, gazing lovingly at Lusheng instead, step by step walking toward her.

That Devouring Heavens Magic Wheel had already transformed into a silent, rotating black vortex about a zhang in length.

Even if he hadn't known that Ma Quan was there, he surely could have guessed that nothing good would come of going there.

No one knew what those two had been up to. Huang Feihong would pat the stubborn donkey's head one moment and stroke its shoulder the next, looking just like a father and son. Standing at a distance, we were completely baffled watching them.

Countless proud talents and outstanding heroes flocked from all directions, and even many heavyweight figures arrived one after another.

Pu Luoh tilted his head. He understood what drying water meant, but what connection was there between mechanical harvesting and kingfishers?

"Stop talking! Tell me the truth, have you still not forgotten him? If you haven't, think about who made you come find me. I refuse to believe this was your own idea!" Wei Ying continued to persuade.

"Master Man, why don't you sponsor me as well? It's not about the money, I just really want to find a partner," Sheng Yang said lewdly, looking toward Master Man.

After all, the last teacher who dared to disturb Zhou Li in that manner was still lying in the hospital, unable to leave.

That lingering sense of discomfort lasted until the semester started before I slowly began to let it go. Entering the school gates, everything seemed unchanged: the familiar campus, the familiar brothers, and the familiar Yuhan. And I was still myself—that laughing, carefree, thick-skinned self—back again.

The stubborn donkey pulled out a cigarette, lit another one for himself, and then popped open a can of beer, drinking it straight down in one breath. The moment he opened his mouth to speak, he immediately vomited. We helped him over to the wall where he threw up for a while, even accidentally vomiting all over Sheng Yang's shoes, which almost made Sheng Yang throw up as well.

This Tree of Disaster was different. Ever since it was planted, it had been growing normally without the slightest sign of withering or death.

Lu Wu suddenly turned his head to look around, catching sight of Zhu Hua standing nearby at first glance. He turned his gaze back to his opponent's face once more.

The danger sensed earlier clearly originated from the sphere, and it was impossible to tell what kind of special weapon it might be.

The prime force within Wang Yu's mind suddenly began to vibrate violently, like an alarm clock whose spring had been tightly wound.

Water and fire collided, and a faint mist of steam filled the battlefield. By the time the mist cleared, Uchiha Shisui had already vanished without a trace.