Chapter 85: If Heaven Had Not Brought Forth Ye Fanzhi, the Path of Love Would Be Shrouded in Eternal Night

Ye Fanzhi truly wanted to punch him. Are you stupid? You can't even recognize the words "love you so much," and yet you have a girlfriend from Sichuan Conservatory.

Ye Fanzhi replied to Lou Shishi's message: [I just can't figure it out. Lin Ran has a knack for flirting, understands romance, and by all accounts has high emotional intelligence. So how is it that he can't see I have feelings for him?]

Lou Shishi: [I searched online for answers for you, see for yourself.]

Firstly, women's ways of pursuing men are diverse and...

He activated the mental technique of the Nine Swords of Solitude at full power, his responsiveness reaching its peak, his senses honed to the utmost. The sword moved with his mind, instantly flicking, poking, parrying, blocking. After a series of clanging sounds, all the embroidery needles vanished without a trace, and Ye Mo remained unscathed.

The sports car didn't rush to go inside. Instead, the blond lowered the window and continued speaking to the security guard, his gaze fixed on Liu Wei, making his intentions abundantly clear.

She tossed her phone aside and returned to the bathroom for a shower. Jiang Suiyun was still downstairs; Xu Qing Shen changed into her loungewear and went down, only to see Jiang Suiyun sitting on the sofa, the television on, but his eyes falling elsewhere.

She had originally planned to plead for mercy, but seeing the situation now, if she did so, Shen Huan would be punished even more severely, and she herself would be reproached as well.

Knowing it was Liu Wei, the boss no longer considered punishment. If this had happened to another student, even those troublemakers, their homeroom teacher would have shown his authority and given them a stern talking-to. But with Liu Wei, he truly didn't know what to say.

So, with this in mind, Liu Wei began to inquire about the city’s defense systems and military situation from Prince Mohammed, hoping to find an opportunity to break through the city's perimeter and escape.

Young Master Bai hadn’t expected her to ask that question and was a little surprised. He began to reassess his sister; his intuition told him Bai Yi seemed to know quite a lot, perhaps not as naïve and sweet as she appeared.

Without the protection of the Xi family, the Xie family, and now the Ling family, she might have already been killed.

Though the seal of the spear’s intent was formidable, it was only effective against the demon clan’s strongholds. If attacked from outside, there was a significant chance it could be breached.

Yao Muchen stood in midair, his face dark and cold, indifferent to the faint cries emanating from the sea of fire as the Stone Clan’s stronghold rapidly turned to ash.

Xing Ming was just an ordinary person on this planet—or perhaps not so ordinary. He had certain traits that set him apart, though no one had discovered them yet.

The Seed of the World. Tang Xuan sat in the control room, dozens of droplets of divine power swirling before him. With a thought, a large screen appeared in front of him.

"But he's from the Demon Clan. We should kill him. If you won't do it, I will." Long Huiwu spoke as he summoned his battle halberd, not giving Mo Xing a chance to reply. A beam of halberd light swept toward Mo Xing, its strength several times greater than Mo Xing’s.

There’s another possibility: after being rescued by them, Mo Shang Dingxiang didn’t want to hide her identity or deceive her benefactors.

Wang Xue’er glanced upstairs and sighed, "Husband, do you know? Actually, Qian’er likes you very much too. It’s just..." She hesitated, unable to finish.

To Earth, humanity is but a fleeting mayfly, living and dying in a day, less enduring than ancient single-celled life. And Earth itself, placed within the vast cosmos, is hardly worth mentioning.

"My name is Yadong. Big brother, are you really a Winged One? Or is this what humans look like after mutation? Big brother, what is your name?" Seeing such a strange race for the first time, Yadong was deeply curious. His pitch-black eyes eagerly awaited the Winged One’s answer.

The general’s question struck a chord with Han Zhijun. Five years in the army, joining the Snow Leopard Commando had always been his dream, yet he’d failed to qualify several times. It was a hurdle he couldn’t overcome in his heart. The general’s words today finally untied that knot.