Chapter 221: Little Underwear

Zhao Xuerong was startled to see a little girl, wrapped in a gust of dark wind, landing on Yin Xingyue's back.

Yin Xingyue felt no shock or fear; instead, she reached back, yanked the girl off her back, and slapped her tiny butt twice—"pia~pia~".

"Hehe, sister~"

Dou Dou wasn't angry; she turned like a little hamster and reached to hug Xiao Yue's arm.

Xiao Yue reached out to set her down, but it was already

In Zhongsha City, only those with cultivation no lower than Soul King owned such stone-built courtyard homes, and they all possessed vast meritorious deeds. The owners of these residences were the pillars of the Divine Origin human race within the Sun-Devouring Cavern.

After leaving the police station, her mental state returned to how it had been those few days after Su Yi left—but it wasn't just about Su Yi anymore; there was also the other thing Su Bei had casually mentioned before departing.

Beside him, the bulky Niu Xiong's admiration for Chao Ge rose another notch—he already thought himself formidable, but compared to Chao Ge, he was nothing but a fart.

Ren Xia dodged the belt, bent low, grabbed the man's pants, and yanked them down—the pants immediately slid off.

For her second meeting with Lawyer Li, she looked at him properly for the first time, unlike before when she'd avoided him. Since marrying Ou Qihé, every man she'd met, regardless of weather, wore a suit like it was mandatory. But with Ou Qihé as the main course, everything else was tasteless.

"She used to work at the bank. They say she stole several million from them and ran. She fled for three days, then got caught while preparing to smuggle herself out. They say she didn't resist at all when arrested, and the millions remained untouched. It felt like she was waiting—for them to catch her," Su Yi whispered beside Song Li.

He Juan was consumed with thoughts of her husband, Shen Tiqing, and had no appetite. She shoveled in two mouthfuls, then, after Shen Xiu finished eating and cleared the table, they returned to the room together.

In the eyes of the Thunder Dragon, a deep hatred burned—hatred for the Spirit Race, and hatred for the ten-thousand-year imprisonment. How had the mighty Thunder Dragon come to such a state?

But the man saw through her lie at once; his sharp eyes flashed with cold light, making Ling Xiangjian even more nervous, her gaze darting everywhere, unable to meet his.

With that, she turned her gaze hungrily toward the kitchen, drooling with greed—her expression unforgettable.

Muscle-man Scarface and other Golden Core experts conferred briefly, then began advancing deeper into the cave.

"This means we can advance again," the Devouring Beast's eyes turned completely red.

For this time's Deputy County Magistrate position, Hu Zhongkai was certain Wu Qianling was also closely watching—meaning the competition for this post would far exceed previous years. Thus, more important than whether someone would obey later was ensuring the position didn't fall into Wu Qianling's hands first.

The Merchant Guild's deterrent power stemmed primarily from Saint Realm strength; all Arun needed to handle was this aspect… Without entering the Saint Realm, if Arun planted his spiritual seed, it would be a waste of his soul energy.

Hand as blade! Xiao Yu had fought his previous rounds barehanded—though naturally, these geniuses from the Sacred Dragon Academy couldn't compare to Xiao Yu.

Just as Wu Jie was performing tricks to suppress and humiliate the patron's ominous sign, a system chime rang in his ears—the next moment, a system alert notified him of a private message.

"National champion? A national champion's going to coach them? Xinyi! You've been fooled by that guy—I know him, always bragging. I don't believe a word of that bastard's lies!" Qian Feng grumbled.

After exchanging a few moves, Zhou Dao realized Liu Feng's martial skill was indeed strong—but he'd never faced life-or-death combat and lacked Zhou Dao's experience by far.