Chapter 55 Playing the Same Old Trick

Xianyu looked at the half-typed message and stopped typing.

Ji Lingfeng was faster than her.

"New scandals will push the old ones down."

Xianyu sent her reply as well, "I saw it, thanks."

Outside, the bitter wind howled, but inside, the air was warm and cozy.

A woman's hand rested on his shoulder, ...

Chu Lin's tone was exceptionally irritating, making even Morgan beside him grind his teeth. Eldest Young Master, you won't be satisfied until you piss our young master to death, right?

Xu Jun became the second meatball. Being a member of the Xu family, his emitted mental fluctuations were very steady, and he was even a Grade-A esper, so the process took twice as long as it did for Yang Hui. If his surname wasn't Xu, Mo Qiang would have just promoted him to S-grade casually and been done with it.

Starting over was like a secret switch, unlocking a door within both of their hearts—a door that had always been kept locked. Unfortunately, Lin Jingsheng only saw the barren landscape inside the courtyard beyond the door; looking at Chu Lin, he felt as though he were looking at a complete stranger.

The sound of wind and thunder resounded through the air. In the blink of an eye, Jiang Wei instantly blasted hundreds of meters to the side. As the arrow surged violently, it pierced through with a boom, striking a distant mountain peak.

The youth before them had initially been nothing more than an ant, but as time passed, this youth had grown into a towering tree.

A martial artist raised his arm in a call, and instantly, ice-blue spiritual energy surged forth explosively. The two factions clashed in brutal combat on the spot.

A formidable force erupted, traveling along the long sword and entering Xu Qiu's body, causing the latter's figure to violently retreat. After his heels carved yet another trace dozens of meters long on the ground, he slowly came to a halt. With a spurt, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his complexion extremely pale.

This thing couldn't have just appeared out of nowhere. It was given to him by Roosevelt's people—could it be from Bailey? Bailey's former fiancé had always been utterly loyal to Roosevelt; why would he give this item to Wesley for no reason?

The moment Li Fan was teleported to the side of the old man, the elder woke from his meditative state, raised his head to glance at Li Fan, and then smiled slightly at him.

After a moment, the medicinal effect took hold, and a faint warmth bloomed at his dantian. Chen Nian hurriedly gathered that wispy, feeble true Qi, circulating it slowly along the Conception and Governor vessels. She only felt her meridians to be vast and empty, much like a dried-up riverbed; this tiny thread of true Qi passed through, disappearing without even dampening the soil.

Feng Junyang had not expected Chen Nian's martial arts to have progressed to such a level. Beyond his surprise, this only provoked his competitive spirit. Holding nothing back, he struck out with consecutive blows toward her shoulders, finally using his sheer physical strength to pin her against the wall. Yet before he could even feel a trace of joy, her hand flashed out like lightning, clamping onto his throat.

The car wound its way down the mountain road. From this height, the brilliantly lit villas could already be seen in the distance.

Yang Ruoli's heart grew increasingly gloomy and sorrowful, mirroring the weather outside, until she finally retreated back to bed.

When she turned around, her lips brushed past Qin Fengzhan's. They were ice-cold, seemingly devoid of temperature, and carried a faint trace of alcohol. Qin Fengzhan did not dodge; after a long while, he raised himself slightly, caressing her face as he gazed slowly into her eyes.

Rui Canji, the God of Annihilation, led the five wicked gods and departed without a farewell, while the six benevolent gods were courteously invited to stay by Fuxi to deliberate on matters within the Divine Sect.

Tang Ying claimed it was an item from the Bai Di tribe, bringing it back simply because it looked fun. Almost every time one saw him, those thousand-silk paper kites could be seen fluttering around him in a myriad of colors.

That smile sent a chill down Chuntao's spine, making her throat feel as though it were being choked off, purely at the memory of how Su Ranhua had unexpectedly seized her by the neck last time.

In all the years that followed, the Purple Wolf Guo Jingyu never appeared again, choosing instead to remain hidden by the side of Bingyan, his younger sister. Over the years, people had all but forgotten this once-formidable Purple Wolf willing to content himself as the most ordinary of lackeys by his sister's side.