Chapter 129: Do Not Stir Up Trouble

“Do you think finding a bit of evidence means you can challenge me? You’re dreaming!” Qin Dong snarled at Lu Fei with a sneer.

He had given up resisting the middle-aged officer but still maintained a defiant attitude. After all, Han Chuchu was the mastermind behind the case, and no one in the investigation team would dare to touch her.

Lu Fei smiled faintly, then, accompanied by Dong Yue, went to the government office to make a record, and afterward dealt with Qin...

When Lan Xi first stepped into the arena, the voices around were nothing but doubt, ridicule, and scorn.

After tidying up briefly, she summoned the spiritual energy within her body, transforming into a shadow that shot straight into the high clouds above.

The fact that this person could wield the Dragon-Form combat technique—didn’t that mean his royal authority was truly the world’s rightful one?

She cut down all the reachable withered branches on the tree. Having exerted herself too much yesterday, her arms ached painfully today. Each strike sent waves of pain through her arms, yet she persisted as if oblivious.

I noticed she had a pair of remarkably clear, distinct, slanted phoenix eyes, hidden beneath long bangs that shielded her gaze.

Xiang Yisen returned home at dusk, glanced into the living room, and saw Qiao Jun hunched over the dining table doing his homework. Tossing the black canvas bag he carried back into the bedroom, he entered the kitchen.

Almost all the media had reported on him. This man was like a rat in a filthy drain—dirty and foul-smelling. It seemed the Fu family was ready to abandon him this time; only the two mothers’ choices remained uncertain.

Duan Lang was still asleep... Seeing him lying in her bed, He Hua felt a burning heat inside, barely able to restrain herself, emotions surging uncontrollably.

The dark, dim cave held pots, bowls, and pans, alongside two bamboo beds. The blankets were folded neatly to one side. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust.

Dou Liao’s appearance was average by entertainment industry standards, but now his image was crafted as a mature man, someone dependable. A man didn’t have to be handsome—this made him feel more reliable and moldable. Gu Cong was different.

Zhen Hu looked at Shang and Dong Xiang with hatred and loathing in his eyes; it was clear the animosity between Zhen Hu and the ghouls had long since festered.

Qiao Wei fed her a bite of sweet glutinous rice dumpling soaked in rice wine. The dumpling was sticky and sweet, making her eyes narrow with delight.

“Kron, I want to tell you something... Dudu...” Just as Jiao Ting’en began to speak, another call rang on Xinke Nong’s second phone.

Emperor Ye struck a fist, shattering the ancient ancestor of the Celestial God Clan into pieces. Had another ancestor not intervened in time to stop him, the ancestor might have been torn apart spiritually and directly refined by Emperor Ye’s Primordial Maternal Qi Cauldron.

Jiang Weiru was delighted. It was good that junior sister Qiu had no boyfriend; otherwise, chasing after one forever would be tiresome—still, she had to pursue when necessary.

Watching the forest lizard nimbly dodge the mega electric dragon’s attack and then swiftly leave a white scar across its opponent’s body with a hand chop, Tie Xuan was not angry but rather pleased.

Soon, the corridor was filled with goodnight wishes, followed by silence, with the howling of the blizzard outside faintly audible.

Originally intending to try extracting the Jinchuriki’s power into the Outer Path Demon Statue, the masked man discovered that although the Outer Path Demon Statue was said to be the source of the Tailed Beasts’ chakra and the shell of the Ten-Tails, each Tailed Beast’s chakra could only exist once within it.

Only then did Shang realize that he had endured all manner of trials and pains within the illusion, and it was precisely Dong Xiang’s arrival that marked the beginning of another illusion for him.

The ghostly creatures outside scattered upon seeing the object thrown out, yet after the object flew out, it lay motionless on the ground.

Song Juan sat in place, bored and waiting for her. Suddenly, his gaze paused, falling upon Lu Mian’s face in the distance.