Chapter Eighty-Two: A Kind of Irony

She hadn’t expected that her own son would one day come running to the rescue for another woman. Although Qimei was somewhat surprised, overall it was within her expectations and not particularly unpredictable.

Yuan Yao’er was once again observing Jing Yuan from up close. If it weren’t for the unrelated people present, this refined lady might already have adopted a lovestruck expression and circled around him like an infatuated devotee.

Wow, Brother Jing is really so handsome, and the feeling he gives is just irresistible. Those pampered playboys can’t compare to even a single finger of his—no, not even to the fingernail on his finger.

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Helpless, Lin Chong had to flee, barely managing to shake off Elder Wang with his Misty Phantom Steps.

Liang Mo’s heart was pounding wildly. Suddenly, he heard a gust of wind whistle past his ear, and then his body felt light as if he were floating among clouds, utterly out of control.

The doctor led Tang Yun and Xiao Qianqin deep into the prison. As they walked further inside, chaos suddenly erupted.

The HR manager was at a loss. Heaven knows, he really did knock on the door just now, but the two people immersed in their romantic reverie must not have heard.

After all, dancing is a form of entertainment, loosely connected to the entertainment industry in some way.

The higher-ups promised lofty positions, wealth, and even a life of debauchery for Tang Yun, enough for several lifetimes.

The moonlight shone brightly, illuminating Feng Yuan’s figure as he made his way toward the foot of Azure Water Cloud Mountain. He stumbled until he reached halfway up the mountain before stopping. There was hardly anyone below; this area was usually used by the sect to grow medicinal herbs.

When the National Youth Team faced off against Italy’s World Youth Team, it was astonishing to see them suppress Italy’s attack—so unexpected! The National Youth Team, always on the defensive, for the first time gained the upper hand in direct confrontation, moved to tears... But when the forwards took their shots, the excitement vanished.

Father Lang placed several vegetables Lang Tao disliked onto his plate, smiling as he insisted he eat them all.

She would never forget the radiance emitted by that young man when he touched the Demon-Sealing Stone; it far surpassed anyone else’s. She couldn’t even open her eyes to see him clearly.

The note read: “Xiuzhen, I no longer love you. Life is too unpredictable. Don’t look for me anymore, don’t think of me.”

Shi Gou listened to his subordinates’ report without saying much. After nightfall, the slaughter began. By dawn, all the wildfolk gathered outside Broken Iron Village were either driven into the wilderness or killed. Most who entered the wilderness would die, and the population inside the village was estimated to be five hundred at most.

In the eyes of the three, the black light gradually grew larger. For the first time since birth, they felt the threat of death. No one had told them what to do; they stood there dazed, as if waiting for the instant death would arrive.

Qing Yin and Ming Jiwen were a little closer together; their distance from Li Xun was greater. This created a subtle imbalance in the interwoven currents of energy in the void. Perhaps it could still be maintained, but with just a bit more force, the fragile stalemate before them might break.

The era of the attacking midfielder was overturned in 2005 by defensive midfielders and forwards. From the Apennines to Germany, from Iberia to Britain, the cheese of the attacking midfielder was divided up by other positions, leaving them in a predicament unlike anything they’d ever faced.

“Simple and clear, or I’ll throw you into the sea to feed the algae.” The long-haired man's voice revealed no impatience, merely stating a fact.

Watching Wei Feng charge at her with the force of a sixth-level enhancement, she didn’t dodge. Her body flickered lightly as she quickly evaded, then with a sharp command and a flash of cold light in her hand, she delivered a sudden sixth-level enhanced strike at Wei Feng’s waist.

When Wu Kai donned his doctor’s coat once again, a long-lost feeling surged up within him. Although he had never officially qualified as a doctor, after mastering alien medical techniques he had performed several highly successful operations, some of the most difficult in the world.