Chapter 37: A Tyrant Only to You

Qin Wanyi’s eyes went round, and her fair cheeks flushed a deep red at a rate visible to the naked eye. She could clearly feel her body temperature rising, as if she might combust at any second. With a dizzying spin, she came to her senses only to find herself sprawled across a soft, large bed. As her gaze shifted, she realized where she was, but just as she attempted to rise, the man pinned her down... The pillow she had unconsciously clutched while sleeping last night was now a crumpled mess, with a damp stain marring the pillowcase.

Meanwhile, ignoring the rapt attention of the audience as the man and the beast clashed, the two combatants continued their dance of evasion and assault within the arena. The Beast King seemed to be biding its time, searching for an opening to deliver a fatal strike at close range.

The buck-toothed man broke free from Officer Sato and, grabbing the backpack resting on the lap of the man in the baseball cap, bolted from the venue. Officer Sato gave chase immediately, followed by Takagi and Conan, while the police officers lying in wait inside the arena also surged forward.

Senior Brother Long Wu’s contacts arrived at the prearranged teahouse: one named Zhang Boyang and the other Lei Wanjun. Yang Xiao studied their expressions, analyzing them with the discerning eye of a seasoned business elite. As he observed the pair, he searched his memory for the information Long Wu had provided.

Her condition was far more complicated; even if treatment were completed, it would take years to see any results.

"We were just discussing how this rain came about," Ye Yanhang said, placing the lid back on the pot in a leisurely manner.

The very thought of it was glorious. When that day came, he could buy two bowls of soy milk, drink one and pour the other away, or buy two pairs of socks, wearing one while using the other as a footpad... As he indulged in these daydreams, he felt someone watching him. He turned his gaze, only to find it was his top-student desk-mate, which led to the aforementioned question.

"If everyone were well-fed, there wouldn't be so many beggars," the magistrate said with a sigh of melancholy.

She could only watch helplessly as the car sped away. Glaring fiercely at the meddlesome individual, she turned on her heel and walked off.

"We arrived at dusk, ate a simple meal of sweet noodle soup and steamed buns, and then turned in. The wind picked up during the night and startled us awake," Ye Sanniang replied calmly.

Being one of the five great evil gods, even a mere projected avatar was enough to put Xiao Leng in a desperate, disheveled state.

Jiang Yiyang took the paper cup but did not drink immediately, choosing instead to ask about the progress of the song.

Xiang Qingqing had already dashed into the stairwell, so she naturally did not hear what Jiang Yucheng had said. Xu Zitong, seeing that Xiang Qingqing had left, followed close behind, leaving Jiang Yucheng and Xu Dabao staring at each other in bewilderment.

She lacked strength; a single kick from a soldier sent her crashing to her knees, and instantly, two blades were pressed against her throat.

The other two mages were busy—one channeling a Wind Blade spell, the other activating a Water Heal, both ready to rescue their teammate at a moment's notice.

A vibrant, energetic greeting reached Jiang Yiyang’s ears. He paused in his stride and replied with a smile, "Good morning," to Sun Seung-wan.

"You actually believe he’ll be waiting here for you tomorrow? I’ve seen far too many people try to swindle free drinks like that," Lu Yu remarked, sipping his liquor.

Ever since she had caught the township head dining privately with the Zhejiang merchant, she had a vague premonition that there would be complications regarding this plot of land.

This was a Silver-Winged Gray Wolf with at least fifty thousand years of cultivation, a wolf king that had survived in the Star Dou Forest for who knew how long.

"I’m doing this for your own good," Xu Chaoxi said, gently stroking her hair before planting a feather-light kiss on her lips.

As the saying goes, news travels fast; within fifteen minutes, every single one of the dozens of employees at Full Fortune Pavilion knew that their young master had soiled his pants the previous night.

He simply felt that if Heaven truly existed, it had been profoundly unfair to Mu Xiuying and her son, refusing them peace even in death.