Chapter 38: How to Pursue a Handsome Man Without Liability?

After randomly selecting the subject for the next livestream, Wen Miaohan ended the broadcast. Without the special medication, the physical weakness she felt was truly overwhelming.

Wen Miaoting helped tidy the computer aside and, after supporting her as she lay down, asked hesitantly, "Hanhan, are you really going to expose Xue Fei in the next stream?"

Seeing her hesitation and knowing what she was thinking, Wen Miaohan asked with a smile, "Sister, are you afraid our second brother will be angry?"

Wen Miaoting shook her head slightly.

"Can you help me?" Zhang Yi felt as though he were being burned by a raging fire; he truly could not hold back any longer.

"Lord Witch God, Sanniang says this is your preference. If you’re having a craving, she says I should take her place today; she’s afraid she won't be able to serve you tonight." As she spoke, Xiangxiang tightened the belt of her dress to accentuate her figure and loosened her collar, revealing her fragrant shoulders.

He was ruined. Wei Xiang's legs and arms were completely shattered. He rolled on the ground in agony, his wails piercing and wretched. His face was a mask of terror and despair, mingled with an undisguisable malice and hatred.

When using lie detectors and truth serums, the subject's mind is not in a fully conscious state, which often results in incomplete information.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye. Fatigue and pressure had worn away their former passion, but now, watching these frantic young people, they seemed to have recaptured a glimmer of that feeling.

"Useless trash! You can't even handle such a small task. Follow them immediately and keep an eye on them; I am coming over right now," Wang Xinsong cursed in a rage.

But in the blink of an eye, Tian Mo noticed that the man in grey was no longer paying attention to him. Oh, was that just an accident?

These Golden Armored Imperial Guards were formed by the descendants of the eighteen imperial generals at the founding of the Ziwei Empire. They had guarded this place for generations, answering only to the Ziwei Emperor. It could be said they were below one person but above ten thousand; even the princes present had no authority to command them.

In other words, being in the Relic Martial Forest was equivalent to being within an incredibly vast natural domain.

In the Southern Lands, Lu Qiao'er and her group were terrified. An entire mountain had vanished—what level of power had the battle at the summit reached?

If a spiritual cultivator of the same rank encountered Monk Sanli and failed to defeat him from a distance, they would most likely be crushed to death on the spot by his grappling techniques, ending with shattered bones and tendons.

Ye Xiu did not realize his lapse in composure. With his stomach completely empty, he felt as if he had returned to that old sensation, thinking only of filling his belly.

Suzhou was garrisoned by the Jinling 10th Armored Division. When the apocalypse struck, the division immediately rescued survivors and secured supplies, ensuring a timely rescue for those in Suzhou. Under the cover of artillery, they had transferred the survivors to a corner of the city, where nearly half a million people huddled in fear under the army's protection.

If one does not wish to be greedy, one must naturally have a thicker skin. Though Yan Niang's rebuke was harsh, it only earned a sheepish chuckle from the old Taoist. As for the White Ape, seeing Yan Niang’s anger turn to joy, he straightened his back, no longer as fearful as he had been before. As Yan Niang’s temper subsided, the others felt a weight lift from their hearts.

The journey had been smooth so far, which put Liu Guang somewhat at ease. Moreover, with such a large group, it was unlikely that anyone would go missing.

This Wind River was chaotic beyond measure, especially regarding inter-species mating. Who knows how those strange races even came to be?

Just as he was feeling smug, Zhang Ruyun let out a cold snort from across him. He caught the old man’s punch within the circle of his left arm. Without blocking, he let his arm go limp like a rope, guiding the momentum of the enemy's punch forward while he pivoted his body, striking the Lishan elder’s ribs with a rear-directed right elbow.

Seeing this, Jiang Rong immediately nodded to show she understood; she would not casually reveal to anyone that he knew martial arts.