Chapter 85: Protective Instincts

“Yes.” Adjutant Ji was always one of Ji Ruihong’s men; now that the old commander had nodded, he called in several guards, who went into Du Rong’s room to search for things.

At that moment, Mike, his wings spread wide, leapt excitedly from the conference hall and dove down. When Dis was still about seven meters from the ground, Mike caught her and eased her descent.

Meanwhile, Lu Chengjun, clutching his blanket, heard his mother say, “Get up and keep your brother-in-law company.” It took him a moment to realize she meant Gu Chenfeng; with that, he sprang out of bed.

Helena, having successfully earned herself a day off from the noon shift, returned to her post. She asked Qi, who was calculating this week’s profits in the account book.

“Orphan, why are you unhappy? Has someone bullied you?” Men Sha asked, noticing that there wasn’t the slightest hint of a smile on her face.

Michelle’s eyes shone with delight and gratitude. She then walked toward the island, where she saw a modest house.

After Qingqing’s wounds had completely healed, White Pearl withdrew her hand and slowly lowered it.

Tina, who had been frightened by that backward glance but didn’t show it, took a deep breath.

Wu Jiah, Daniel, and Wu Zhiming all gathered around the chessboard, listening to Yun Yun’s explanation. By the end, everyone felt a sudden sense of enlightenment.

Then Lu Jiayi got up to fetch a tissue herself, but as she moved, she pulled at her wound and gasped in pain.

At the ruins of the Celestial Secrets Sect, the spiritual energy was abundant, and with the added restrictions of the formation, it was so dense it seemed as if it could drip like water.

To this day, she still remembered the taste of that fried rice, the metallic tang of the aluminum lunchbox, and the scent of soapberries on the jacket.

“Let me try.” Bai Tang, intrigued, took the fan and played with it, turning it back and forth, but couldn’t conjure up a Milky Way—there wasn’t even a single star.

First of all, Wei Huo was unable to open the doors of vehicles with people inside, and those speeding on the highway became completely motionless. God would never make such a basic mistake—if only people’s time stopped but not the vehicles, there would be a massive chain collision the moment time halted.

“I can no longer suppress the tribulation thunder. Next month, the heavenly lightning will surely descend. When that happens, I won’t be able to stay here any longer,” the old man of Heavenly Pond said again.

Now, in the Sword Cloud Sect, where sword lights flickered like ripples, having a powerful backer was the best one could hope for. Elder Han had always treated Xi Feng well and seemed to value him, so Xi Feng decided to reveal a little of his true strength.

It was nighttime, so most of the Toyo soldiers were asleep, and no one had noticed that the four gate guards had already been dealt with.

They watched as Wei Huo closed his eyes. After a moment, he took a deep breath. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and exhaled.

Without further thought, Liu Bian stripped off his clothes and leapt beneath the waterwheel, into the two-foot-wide canal.

Fakong remained motionless, only raising his palm slightly; Bai Tang suddenly felt a force burst forth, prying his hand away from Chen Zhiming.

She had always dreaded trouble. If she had to deal with all these prominent people from the capital, she probably wouldn’t be able to get used to it.

Afterward, the large aluminum basin was left by the kitchen door, and the two of them washed up while chatting about recent events.

The city gates opened, and a large number of lion knights in armor stormed into Nia City. Long lines of human pikemen stood on either side. Seeing these northern lion knights radiating a tangible bloodthirst, even the human soldiers felt a chill.

She had relied too much on Ren Xiaoyou in the past, always consulting her on everything and lacking her own opinions.

With Ren Xiaoyou’s understanding, Ji Xuan no longer knew why she had been so anxious to call her over in the first place.

Er Qiao and Wang Buwai chatted for a while; then, after teaching Wang how to use the rocket launcher, the two set out under cover of darkness.

All the guests at the holy ceremony now looked up at Sethysis beneath the statue. His power was spreading, his soul burning like a blazing flame, black divine energy flowing endlessly from his body, expanding under the force of faith.

Jonathan, the first to set foot on the Yarra Continent, drew much attention. Many of the crew who had returned with him had become wealthy and comfortable, but were now swept up in the ensuing storm.

Matters of lifelong happiness are not to be taken lightly; I resolved long ago that I would rather have nothing than settle for less.

Well, perhaps they didn’t realize that the speed of the truck was far greater than that of the engineers’ road rollers or loaders.

Shang Qian, dressed in professional attire, her long, beautiful legs wrapped in smooth black stockings that nearly drove the passing men wild. With her ample curves and long legs, once she put on those stockings—and those high heels that managed to be both cute and sexy—the male reporters in the room were thrown into a frenzy.

He had only been glancing around out of idle curiosity when, by chance, Fang Haoyu turned his head as well.

Xie Siqi’s face grew hot. She turned away, pretending to survey the apartment, acting as though she hadn’t heard Han Dong and the agent’s rambling.

Feng Ling nodded. Since the chubby one and the others could still walk, he tucked one under each arm and dashed ahead with Murong Ruoling and An Qi.

The ancient eyes of King Yu the Immortal brightened. With a sweep of his sleeve, the world around him boiled and transformed into a yin-yang taiji diagram that came crashing down on Ye Tian.

Qin Yan could not answer. His limbs convulsed uncontrollably, his complexion pale as paper, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth, his pupils gradually losing focus.

After accelerating around a corner at gear 7, I slowed to a walk, finally stumbling to a halt.

The crowd erupted with joy. Ye Chenfeng’s victory over Konghai, if considered at a higher level, could be seen as winning honor for the country.

Then Li Quan ordered men to infiltrate the factory and plant spies inside to obtain first-hand information. Li Quan regretted that Zhang Kun was not there; otherwise, he would have been the best candidate. His peril had not yet passed. According to reports from the other side, his fate now depended on luck, for the bullet wound in his chest had been fatal.