Chapter 125: Yao Chen's Second Breakup... Murdering the Heart!

In the square, Ling Xiaosu and Yao Chen stood three meters apart, staring face-to-face at each other.

"The actors are ready!"

"Camera in position."

Guo Fan held a megaphone and shouted, "Come on, 'Love in 33 Days', Scene One, Take One, action!"

"Rolling!"

"Recording!"

The cameraman, carrying equipment, circled Ling Xiaosu and Yao Chen while zooming in for close-ups on both their faces.

"Cut!"

"We're done for; we seem to be surrounded." With no time to attend to Bai Junye, Ye Han stood up, looked around, and wore an expression of shock.

As soon as the dishes arrived, the spicy and non-spicy ones were clearly distinct, like two parallel lines with no intersection, easily dividing the four people at the table.

"Since Brother Zhuang trusts me, then I, Huang Zhenhu, will certainly do my utmost!" Huang Zhenhu did not beat around the bush and nodded, agreeing.

Even though the old dragon was a powerful dragon in the late stage of transformation, and even though its physical body was formidable, under such a fierce tribulation of thunder, it was still struck until it was covered in wounds.

He had originally thought his great-grandson would at most encounter a decent opponent, and with some effort would just scrape through, after which he would arrange opponents to let Wang Bing coast to second place.

Upon seeing the message, she immediately expressed her intention to come to the hospital to accompany her, but Yu Nuan promptly dissuaded her, dispelling the notion.

Arriving before the massive hot water tub, the hot water bubbled and gurgled, looking very suitable for bathing.

At some unknown time, a man wearing a Zhongshan suit with a flat-top haircut had already appeared here.

"Teacher Liang, do not worry; you must take good care of your body," Gao Yuliang advised.

"Heh, since the Lord also says He is reasonable, naturally we should ask the Strategist to explain." Seeing Xiao Yi nod slightly, Zhang He's face lit up with joy; regardless of anything else, he would secure the position first; getting an extra hundred broadswords would be a bonus.

He did not know if anyone else besides himself was still alive there; if there were, Ye Yu felt that person should be the man surnamed Fang, because Ye Yu sensed he was not simple.

Could he have been taken by aliens? Because I could simply not imagine any normal situation that would cause that rigid and serious Old Qin to be late, I could only unleash my imagination and guess wildly.

Bai Ruxue was somewhat angry; not only did they disturb her sleep, but they also expected her to cook for them; lack of sleep would affect the luster of her skin.

Dongfang Xiao paid a round of visits and, sure enough, found the Light attribute classification among the various attribute categories.

The pill that had lost its power offered no struggle at all and obediently was taken by Ouyang Tian into a porcelain bottle.

Retracting his gaze, Zheng Shina had already opened a door on the third floor. Lin Feng smiled cunningly, scooped Zheng Shina up by the waist, and then threw her heavily onto the springy, incredibly soft Simmons bed.

As for the man surnamed Fang, he was still at the eighth stage of the Empty Realm, but Ye Yu felt that this man surnamed Fang was not simple in any way; not only was he not simple, but he was also extremely complex.

Ye Yiqing rebuked Lin Feng with righteous indignation, her eyes like the cold wind of winter, cutting painfully.

Xia Ran did not want to deal with anyone anymore; she only felt exhausted, so she lay back on the bed, grabbed the quilt, and covered her face.

"Don't worry; Uncle Wang had already been out of danger then—just forgive us, okay?" Sister Xin clasped her hands together and smiled playfully.

Some even mobilized connections with the government, but after searching left and right, they could not find a single hair on any link of the Ming Bao.

Immediately following, accompanied by a clear crow of a rooster, a certain fantasy livestock with multiple wings that lays eggs flapped its wings in the flames, incredibly agile.

Even waving for the butler and servants to withdraw, the old man solemnly knelt and bowed to Xia Yu.

Feiyu blocking Dark Tiga's strike was solely to get close enough to achieve his goal: grasping Dark Tiga's hand to make him temporarily unable to break free.

A wave of emotion moved within me; although the old woman before me could not see, her heart understood matters better than many people.