Chapter 170: Causing Trouble Upon Himself

Half-asleep, Shen Siyuan was woken by the ringtone of a cellphone.

Opening his eyes, he saw Ruan Hongzhuang curled against his chest, a thin blanket covering her slender body, her bare breasts half-exposed.

At that moment, she too was roused by the ringtone, her eyelashes trembling, half-awake, half-drowsy.

Shen Siyuan reached over and picked up the phone beside him, glanced at the screen—it was an unknown number.

But it was a landline from Binhai; these days, hardly anyone used landlines for advertising, so he paused to think.

He had always treated Jia Jingwen as a friend, but Jia Jingwen had never regarded him as one at all.

Hearing Xiong's words, Long turned his gaze once more toward Zu'an, his eyes filled with awe—this was no ordinary district, but a vast war machine. Through Zu'an, Wan Hao City could perceive every war and its cause across the world.

Even so, Xiao Qingya couldn't suppress her excitement—once she mastered chakra extraction and learned ninjutsu, wouldn't she become a ninja? Zombies were nothing; staying alive would be effortless.

After a vote, everyone agreed with Tao Yi's approach; she returned to her office and ordered her subordinates to make appointments while she searched for information on Xu Zhinan.

Chen Yongren and the others perked up as if injected with adrenaline; besides the immersive performance being intensely satisfying, there was another major reason—they were thrilled to realize that if they maintained this quality, the film might truly go viral.

After pleasantries, both sides released their Pokémon; Gang Ye pulled out his giant mandible ant, never before used in an official battle.

Si Ling immediately understood He Yunxi's intent and readily agreed, leaving with her.

Even the king of the Linked Snow Plains no longer sought to rule the world, yet the Octopus King stubbornly clung to the idea.

Yet, contrary to Vasto Lorde's expectations, faced with this despairing scene, Kuchiyose Hachigen burst into loud laughter.

The next instant, a large hand gripped her chin, pinching it firmly; across the desk, the man leaned down and seized her fiery red lips.

After discovering the unusual effect of his powder, the other tadpoles had already skillfully avoided this patch of water.

In this age, apart from the masters of numerous sacred sites, very few still knew of their existence.

The background music in the private room was a soothing light melody; the lighting wasn't dim enough to disorient, but soft and warm—perfect for cuddling.

Qin Jiuzhou clutched his stomach, feigning pain as he pointed a finger at the director. The water bowl slipped from his hand and fell to the floor, shattering with a crash.

Yu Junzhi and Tang Xinglan got along well; the two seemed to have reestablished their mother-son bond, which moved Tang Xinglan deeply.

The Level-8 high-level horror who had once confidently vowed to lead everyone against Lin Feng and the shelter had been crushed into pulp.

But the Thirteenth Prince's tone was too weak, instantly cutting everyone else's confidence in half.

He had previously asked other sonar operators about this sound, but all of them insisted they hadn't heard it.

Yet when she met Su Xingmi's smile, it reminded her of Su Xian'en—the same elegant posture, yet a single careless word that had driven her out of the Su family.

At that moment, tears filled her eyes, yet her lips curved in a smile; quietly averting his gaze, she covered her face.

Though that sense of broken beauty was beautiful, it was not what Xu Zhuo wished to see; his heart bled, ached with pity. The only comfort was that this was a dream—in the real world, Xia Lingsha's arm still remained.

"Where did your master take you?" Entering the hospital, Song Ersheng saw Jina, then heard Song Sanye ask her.