Encountering Danger

Witnessing the scene unfold before him, Zhao Yuan could not help but freeze for a moment. When such an incident first occurred, he had not given it much thought, but now that things had reached this stage, it was all due to Zhao Ling'er's constant demands.

"I told you long ago that this method was absolutely out of the question. Now that things have turned out like this, you come over here yourself to talk about these matters. Did you not even consider at the very beginning that you might die at a time like this? We've already reached this point, how can you not be thinking about anything at all!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expression on the face of the person before him turned slightly ugly. This was because from the very beginning, none of these people had ever explicitly stated what exactly would happen in here—

And so, until she learned that Yuan Fang and her older brother were going abroad, she simply seized that opportunity to go to the United States with them, while lying to her parents that she was returning to Italy.

Lord Huerhan extended two fingers to gently pinch the corner of the yellow silk, and slowly, gently lifted it. A pristine white porcelain horse appeared in everyone's view.

It was obvious that she was terrified. She was afraid of running into An Yixuan again; she was afraid of being locked away once more.

Her temperament was gentle, as calm as still water, and free from worldly contention. Yet, the cruel twists of fate turned her into a mere plaything for a man, to be teased whenever he pleased. Jealous of her peerless beauty, heaven stripped away every shred of her dignity, yet she could never win a man's sincere devotion.

Setting aside his thoughts, Sheng Beixian parted her lips, his tongue probing into her mouth, tenderly brushing against her pearly teeth one by one, sucking upon her lips. Such gentle yet intensely patient licking and teasing made Chu Xinzi's heart quiver, and the arms she had wrapped around his neck gradually tightened with force.

Just as I had taken a gulp of coffee, hearing Yuan Fang spout such solemn nonsense almost made me spit it out. Fortunately, my self-control was strong enough to suppress it and swallow.

Old Madam Han of the Daylily Hall suffered a stroke primarily because of Han Liniang. However, with proper recuperation, her condition wouldn't have grown increasingly severe. As for the reason she fell on the brink of death... Once Ling Song discovered his true identity, how could he possibly allow her to recover?

Therefore, after He Weiming chanted high-sounding praises in support of the sect leader, the successive speeches by several elders and senior executives closely revolved around the extension and refinement of this exact narrative.

Perhaps because she had just refused to let him kiss her, he deliberately punished her disobedience, increasing the pressure on her lips, grinding fiercely against them without a shred of gentleness.

"What do you plan to do? What do you need me to do?" Although I truly cannot offer much help right now and lack any real capability, I will certainly help wherever I can. Besides, Tang Yun has helped me so much in the past; if not for her, I probably wouldn't even know where I am today. I definitely have to get involved in her affairs.

In fact, when an army loses its way, it is usually because they have lost their sense of direction. As long as they have a direction and a large group of people march onward toward it, it is rare that they fail to find a way out.

What Meng Qing said was the truth, and there was nothing wrong with it. Yet, Murong Ting did not know what she had eaten the wrong way today, as she let out a cold laugh, clearly refusing to buy into this line of reasoning.

Logic dictated that Li Mo should feel strange about all this, but instead, with a calm expression, she turned on the room's light, walked over to the computer desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Liu Wangqing was not blinded by hatred; she still remembered her strategy with Zhen Jian. Unconsciously, she forced Tang Aotian toward the direction where Zhen Jian was located, while Zhen Jian watched quietly, projecting an aura of complete harmlessness.

Zhen Jian gazed with a grave expression at the masked man in black, searching his mind frantically to see if there was such a master in the pugilistic world, wondering why he had never even heard of him.

Regardless of why they believed it, believing was always better than not believing. Once they believed, everything that followed would become simple.

This was the strike of a Transcendent Realm martial artist; even if it were merely a casual blow, it was not something Lu Xuan, whose cultivation was still in the Heavenly Origin Realm, could possibly withstand.

He had already prepared himself to wait a little longer. After all, even when sleeping fully clothed, it still took time to go from hearing a knock on the door to actually opening it.

"In the future, you must be more wary of them when going out. It is best not to travel alone, to prevent them from plotting against you," Miaoxuan instructed her disciple.