Chapter 138: 137

137 "You really have a friend called Bai Ou?!"

When he thought it over like this, the fat cop had earlier called the dog dealers to come catch me. If they hadn't died, there wouldn't be much of a problem, but since they did die, then the fat cop would be held responsible.

Two equally outstanding and noble men wrestled together in a tangle, neither gaining any advantage, neither holding back—every punch and every kick delivered with all their strength, as if they meant to put the other to death.

I shook my head to show I had no appetite, only looking at the door; what I wanted most right now was to leave this place.

But, in my heart, you will only ever be a lovely little sister. After a pause, he smiled a little shyly: although it is this subject who has overreached himself.

"Regret? Tiantian, the one who should be regretting is you." His narrowed eyes gleamed with a cold, sinister light, his stern and resolute features looking as though carved by blade and axe.

She had no idea how long had passed when she finished her homework and glanced at the wall clock—it was only just past seven. She was considering whether to play a few pieces on the piano to relax when the computer suddenly emitted a beeping alert.

The premise was to first get in touch with the Dark Night side; they had really locked horns with Brother Long this time, so if we approached them to discuss it together, they should agree.

When school let out, Zhao Hui and Na Yanhua walked out the school gate together and saw Li Zhenguo pushing his bicycle. Zhao Hui was very happy; while she pushed her bicycle by the roadside waiting for Na Yanhua, she smiled at Li Zhenguo as he walked over and asked, "Heading home?" Li Zhenguo said, "Heading home." Na Yanhua came over, and the three of them got on their bikes and rode off together.

Jin Yexuan remained in the same posture as before, leaning against the windowsill, lips tightly pressed, brow deeply furrowed.

"This person truly is extremely good-looking—among so many people, one glance and he caught the eye." An An wagged her tail in agreement.

"Mm… it's alright, I guess!" In truth, Ji Wushuang hadn't really remembered what Ling Lang looked like at all; he had only taken a look at those purple eyes.

"After family confirmation, the deceased is undoubtedly Zheng the Butcher. The basis is the three large gold teeth Zheng the Butcher had just had set, and the palm missing a finger." The coroner nodded, glanced with some disgust at the family members putting on a show of weeping beside him, and spoke.

Chu Hemeng pouted and rolled her eyes, yet gripped his hand even tighter; they looked at each other in silence.

Xu Feng felt a chill in his heart. This cultivation world worships the strong and follows the law of the jungle—a natural rule of survival—nothing like the protected mortal world where everything is done according to the rules on the surface.

Later, whether because his cultivation had borne fruit or because of the rebirth, Xu Feng had actually become handsome, and just as he had wished, he was growing to look more and more like his father, which delighted him immensely.

Every word, every sentence, deeply expressed his unshakable resolve and will. His clean, handsome face grew all the more resolute, his loose hair stirred without wind under the aura emanating from his body, and the tea table before him was pressed until it creaked and groaned.

Too bad there are no reporters now, and no one knows Ji Wushuang's identity. Otherwise, if people learned that the young master of the YK Group was getting into a serious dispute with a restaurant over an abalone, an entire crowd's eyeballs would probably be struck by lightning.

An Ya helplessly knit her brow. Recalling the anxious, pale face she had seen on Xing Haodong that morning, her heart softened, and she actually allowed Han Runcheng to cling to her like a toad. His hands wandered all over her body, yet An Ya could only frown, grit her teeth, and let herself be taken advantage of for nothing.

Lu Shaoyu also left the villa, drove to Gu Jinhuan's residence, and the moment he went in, he saw Gu Jinhuan sitting in the living room, staring blankly at that ring.

Later, for various reasons, I forgot about this matter too; now that I see her, the memory comes flooding back.

If it weren't for the fact that this drama had been starred in by Fu Xixi, even the System and Nan Shu might not necessarily have known which roles this drama originally had.

If the spirit stones along the way hadn't all been used up for teleportation, why would he have once again chosen to enter the Lost Lands, using such a method to shorten the journey?!

Darkseid encountered on the battlefield Earth's guardians—the ancient gods, humanity, the Atlantean race before they retreated beneath the waves, the Amazonian race before betrayal and enslavement, and the cosmic guardians from the stars.

In many cases, he was essentially fighting alone, carrying an air of fighting to the death.

Afterwards, Luo Fan also chatted with the buddies in his livestream room about the various details of today's match. His confident, assured manner need not be elaborated—the netizens of every stripe really did give him face today.

When Shen Jin and Shen Yin went to help Liu Zhaodi up, Shen Zhiyao stood behind them, and using their two bodies as cover, flicked her finger, adding some spiritual spring water into the bowl.

"Yuwei, since you have the ability you should help me. Do you know Zhu Yuanzhang? He only became Emperor because of Empress Ma. Behind every successful man, there is a virtuous wife and good mother." Feng Shuangxi spoke as if it were a serious matter.

Bei Fu only felt that his voice was like a key, opening a door in her heart; like a wisp of warm wind brushing past her heart chamber, making her spirit sway.

Yu Ji was the leader of the Jiangdong Taiping Dao, with countless believers beneath him, and of course there were seafarers among them. Finding a hundred large sea-vessels to make one run to Yingzhou was certainly no problem—even without paying, as long as a hundred sets of compasses were prepared, that would do.

When he arrived at the field, he saw Old Zhang kneeling between the ridges, his expression dazed as if his soul had been drawn out, muttering to himself.

Handing the chips to Lin Luo, Guo Feng asked with a gossipy air. He had been startled when he saw the post about Lin Luo and Li Yu on the campus forum.

After passing several large trees and crossing several aerial walkways, Rod brought Chen Luo to a halt in front of a treehouse.

Shen Lie gave an acknowledgment and returned to the inner residence, where, waited on by a maid, he took off his outer robe, and waited for Yun'er to finish preparing the meal.

Li Chuning watched his back, pressed down the complicated emotions in her heart, took a deep breath, and followed in his footsteps.

Gazing into the distance, one could see towering peaks piercing the clouds, giant trees that blotted out the sky, bizarre and otherworldly waterfalls, and even immortal cranes soaring through the horizon, their melodious, lingering cries sounding from time to time.

Duan Lang looked carefully, unable to believe there could be two twin sisters so alike! He simply could not tell where the difference between them lay.