Chapter 90: The Lady Is Jealous! Qingyi Has Broken Down!

Lin Yunrao was speaking when Qin Chuyan suddenly grabbed Xiao Ruoyan and pressed a kiss onto her soft lips.

"Marshal, General, I am at my wit's end; I beg the General to take me in," Xiang Qian's tone was extremely sincere, but he himself had no idea what his true intentions were.

Every movement he made, every step he took, perfectly matched the rhythm of the music; each rising chorus seemed composed especially for this moment.

Brilliant golden Qi gathered like a storm; this explosive Qi technique demanded extreme physical strength—when reaching the seventh stage of explosion, the pressure on the body could twist a steel battleship into a knot.

A poisoned arrow flew toward the slow-moving poison arrow; the domain's range was too vast, and Chen Shiqing could no longer teleport out.

At the start of the video, Lin Yanhao's haggard face and sunken eyes delivered a powerful visual shock to Xiao Ruoyan.

We depart tomorrow for the Forbidden Zone, Storm Lake; the rest area is underground, here's the key—one room per person. Come here tonight, and I'll pick weapons for you; almost none of the weapons from Earth are useful here.

After all, intelligent people never speak too definitively, nor do they ever use absolute tones—because that is the safest approach.

Thus, Xiao Ruoyan lay on the bed, gazing at the bleak moonlight, still trembling with lingering fear, until finally, he drifted into a shallow sleep.

"Bless them," Shen Zhongnan smiled gently; he had no particular opinion on the matter, only sincere blessings.

As he asked, his right hand rested on her smooth back, fingertips brushing lightly over the tender skin, sending tingles of numbness and itchiness across it.

This red mist area is the Governor's Mansion of the Ninth War Zone, a diplomatic district teeming with envoys; given Protos's crude management style, every diplomat had a dozen or even dozens of spies and informants trailing them.

Qin Qu grabbed his collar and yanked the jade tablet from his neck; the former principal's face visibly paled.

Shen Mubai pressed both palms downward, pushing hard against the armrests of the wheelchair and departing gracefully from Chen Xi's front; the wheelchair shook violently, destabilizing Chen Xi's posture.

Gong Sicheng is Gong Yuanfeng's designated successor—if Gong Sicheng is harmed, what will become of the Gong family in the future?

Shen Mubai had ears that could hear all directions; she gently closed her eyes, concentrating fiercely, and caught the faint sigh of the breeze brushing past the treetops.

After the engagement banquet, Song Luo and Lin Xiatian watched the relatives depart at the hotel entrance.

Lin Xiatian smiled brightly at him—had this guy changed so much since learning about that matter?

Yu Yan dragged her feeble steps to the door; before she could make out who stood before her, she collapsed straight onto the ground.

But given the current situation, obtaining a decree from the Southern King is now the only option left.

The ghost attendant beside him glared fiercely at his companion, then chuckled slyly and pulled out a lustrous pearl with excessive flattery.

Though cultivators could abstain from food and survive without eating for years, he truly missed Liu Muyun's cooking.

Qin Qing was furious—Yan Mo must have done it on purpose; this guy was too much—a sunflower seed had to be fished out from a hidden compartment, a probability so low it was absurd.

Seizing this opportunity, Qin Qing personally went undercover to fish; she loved teasing villains who thought themselves clever.

He knew Liu Taiyuan had met the Emperor and had urged the Lord of Wu not to dispatch elite palace warriors to seize the Eight Celestial Dragons.

Thus, the Demon-Eye Swordmaster gripped his sword with both hands, while the towering 【Fierce Guide's Day Bottom】 had its power absorbed by 【Light Absorption】, which then amplified the 【Demon-Eye Swordmaster】.

Chen Xing also looked at the middle-aged man and noticed he was watching them with intense curiosity; on instinct, Chen Xing blocked his probing gaze.

Seeing their elder brother step forward, the two understood immediately and gathered courage: "Senior Brother Zuo, we're fellow disciples, but today this new junior brother bumped into our senior brother—shouldn't he apologize and make amends? If we let this go unpunished, how can we ever survive here?"

But no matter what, this research involved exposure to radioactive materials, so his probability of death would certainly increase significantly.

The petrified Cui Pan stood frozen in place, still lost in deep thought even after Fan Bage had left.

"Ancestor, I am Ji Fan of the Illusory Sea Sect, your most humble descendant—can you hear my voice, Ancestor?" Ji Fan called repeatedly, but received no response; his expression grew stiffer, Wushang's patience was wearing thin, and the time left for Ji Fan was dwindling.

That night, the entire underground power structure of Daqi City underwent a major reshuffling, and the Yu family, which had dominated Daqi City for years, suffered a bloody purge.

At Tianzheng Group, whether new hires or veteran employees, all stared at Wang Yao in shock.

When Chen Fang saw the king, he and Wana'nu'er immediately bowed deeply, showing respect.

The Ghost Army was established earlier, so in the past, Bai Ye was indeed no match for Hong Qing; but now, Bai Ye far surpasses Hong Qing.

The silver-haired Death Clan man did not know whether a large army had assembled in the South Pole Plains, for he was merely a commander in the northern region of the Eight Desolations.

"Future wife, if you want to look, look—it's nothing to be shy about. You'll have to face it eventually anyway; better get used to it now," Lu Nan said shamelessly as he pulled on his loose shorts.

But where did this aura come from, and why had it appeared on him—Chu Yi had no idea.