Chapter 98: The Fire of Jealousy

Afraid that Mo Ziyan would get angry, the girl born beautiful quickly shook her head and revealed a pure, untainted smile. "Believe me, Jiu Jiu believes in Brother Ziyan."

Mo Ziyan finally revealed his first smile of the day, wild and unrestrained. He gently looked at the girl's peach-blossom small face, his eyes like warm streams flowing at the heart's edge, bringing a wave of warmth. The girl seemed infected by this gaze, recalling memories from the orphanage, and her watery, gentle voice began recounting interesting events from their childhood together, occasionally teasing him. Mo Ziyan wasn't angry and let her joke around, his gaze toward her seeming to brim with tenderness...

For such a racial plot, Ye Jintang harbored no doubts. After all, it was only natural for someone to become an outsider in a foreign land. The Ye family was a major enterprise, so the eldest brother could reach such a point.

The princess cursed unhappily. The princess's mood was much better than yesterday. At least she hadn't uttered any overly excessive words.

Many knights held a contemptuous attitude toward firearms, viewing them as external forces and despicable means.

The soldiers cheered and shouted joyfully. Stark in the tower heard the clamor but furrowed his brow instead.

Who had thought everything too perfectly? Originally a beautiful mood, but what awaited them was actually a raging storm.

Jing Xu first responded unhappily. Of course he knew the butcher. Chu Wei had smiled and instructed this man to contact him, precisely to guard against any mishap befalling Kele.

Chu Cheng "pa" sounded as he hurled the teacup the servant had just handed him onto her head, leaving a bloody mark.

"I like it too!" Zhong Luan interrupted, a painting still tucked under his armpit, glancing about furtively.

Bob and several nearby craftsmen watched as Ma Long, with merely a finger press, could leave an imprint on the stone. A chill ran through their hearts, and they unconsciously swallowed their saliva.

Rong Xiu walked to the very back of the latest customized cabinet, gazing at the items on it and within, his eyes gradually darkening.

The other bullets had only entered the skin. After they extracted all the casings, of course, two remained untouched. Li Xin's body twitched slightly. Those forensic doctors believed they had seen a ghost; having practiced for decades, this was the first time they encountered such a case.

Speaking of the other side, the talented and ethereal young man Hai Youmi was at this moment heading south of the Byin Kingdom, preparing to cross the Byin Kingdom into the southern Meska Kingdom, and on the way he passed through a village called Nuoji Village.

Thus he took a deep breath, straightened his expression, and said, "Jiang Bo of Youquan Sect has seen the predecessor." His eyes remained fixed unblinkingly on the other party.

"Yes, captain, I'll change locations immediately. Damn it, they say your China is a country where every man can be a soldier; it's really not false." Suo Cha reflexively touched the pistol in his trouser pocket, immediately reacted, and didn't dare delay any longer. After speaking, he locked onto a direction and sprinted away.

"Wait, old captain, I'm not joking with you. You really can't fight anymore." Lei saw McKay about to leave and hurriedly stopped him, speaking helplessly.

This was merely hot air; no one bothered to argue it. Everyone turned their gazes to Li Xin, because he had wagered 100 million, that is, he had opened the sixth bet on the leopard, and would recover 60 million, plus his own capital, reaching 70 million.

"Whoosh!" Flying through the air at high speed, startled both men and birds, accompanied by a sharp crack of breaking the void, a bird soaring through the skies died beneath the palm force.

The Green Dragon King sensed the Fire Dragon's position again, able to confirm with certainty that it was right beneath the sea in Yaijiao City. His anger surged, speaking without restraint.

Ruan Cangqiong saw this scene, his face twisted in a knot, looking as if he had lost his most precious treasure.

Those capable of becoming hall masters of the various martial halls all possessed certain abilities and ambitions; the promise of the Kuangdao Martial Hall naturally ignited their inner desires.

Jing Shu had just lain down when Zhao Weiming approached, tucking the quilt corner around her before sitting beside her. "Sleep quickly." Jing Shu nodded, closed her eyes, and soon drifted off into slumber.