Volume One, Chapter 70: The Healing Power of the Gentle Pup

Shen Chaowu felt that falling in love with Zhou Jingdu was like rubbing salt into the wounds of her past life. She must be out of her mind to love this madman. He found amusement in tormenting her. And she was certainly not suffering from Stockholm syndrome.

Shen Chaowu was just about to curse at him when a sudden wave of dizziness overtook her. When she opened her eyes again, she was met with Zhou Jingdu’s tightly furrowed brow.

“You’ve slept so long,” the man said, casting her a sidelong glance and sneering, “I almost thought you wanted me to carry you off the car.”

Reality had returned.

At that moment, Gu Lin, who was sitting on the sofa opposite the window, glanced at the absent-minded Ye Feng but said nothing, merely bowing her head to continue peeling an apple.

Karen’s two racing cars had dominated the Turkish Grand Prix practice runs for two consecutive days. Was the season’s early monopoly at the front of the F1 grid about to be broken?

Perhaps Su Nuan’s soft, gentle voice had a calming effect, for the sound of weeping and shouting gradually faded. Seeing this, Su Nuan slowly walked over, intending to take off her coat and cover Su Xiao with it. Just as she made the motion to remove her coat, she felt a warm, slightly pressing touch on her shoulder—it was Leng Ye’s hand.

In the blink of an eye, the area was surrounded by reporters. Microphones stood like a forest of artillery, cameras lined up one after another, their lenses flashing like swords and blades.

Thinking thus, Lan Lingxu lifted her eyes to look at Nangong Luojing, only to feel another gaze directed at herself.

“If you succeed in this mission, you can all be promoted to SS-level agents immediately. But if you fail, you’ll be demoted to A-level!” Lin Ming continued.

“Hold on. You must endure this,” she urged, pressing hard to squeeze the pus and blood from the wound. Seeing it was swollen and purple, she didn’t hesitate to lower her head and suck at the injury.

The first failure was within Qin Yan’s expectations. Without the slightest hesitation or discouragement, he pushed open the door and embarked on his second attempt.

Hearing this, Yuanyuan glanced at Yang Fei’er. Yang Fei’er sighed helplessly, and Yuanyuan squatted down to wash her face.

Feng Qian was equally shocked; he hadn’t expected the giant black bird to be a three-headed black vulture, which was even harder to deal with than he’d imagined.

“Can’t you clean up a bit?” Fang Bolin pointed at the wall. “It’s sticky and slimy—doesn’t it disgust you?”

No matter how kindly Jin Xuanxuan asked, it was useless. Yi He didn’t bother to waste words; he simply continued dragging Jin Xuanxuan down the left corridor.

The sound of the bell was heavenly; even across infinite distance, its tone reached the earth, making souls seem to leave their bodies.

Seeing Su Yingying walk into the courtyard, Fang Dalong felt as though he had once again fallen into her trap.

At the highest point in the southwest of Lion Mountain, Old Crow Ridge stands at 245 meters. The right rear hillside is part of the Lion Mountain mining subsidence area, where several collapses have formed precipitous cliffs.

As expected, Old Seven did not disappoint. He understood that Fang Bolin pointing at his watch meant it was time to get moving. He immediately waved his mourning staff and shouted, “Disperse, disperse, what are you crowding around for?” The ghosts all moved aside.

Of course, right now, the nuclear energy in his body was at its peak. When he stopped replenishing nuclear fuel and the energy-devouring cells continued to absorb, the radiation would gradually diminish.

The entire longsword was crafted with a raptor’s skull as the guard, a pterosaur’s main wing bone as the hilt, and the tip adorned with a triceratops’s horn, a megaraptor’s fang, and a spinosaurus’s dorsal spine. In one’s hand, it resembled an unopened umbrella.

Ou Minfeng applauded Yu Chunguang’s ingenious ideas, and Yu Chunguang deeply admired Ou Minfeng’s profound erudition.

He firmly believed that no one was truly irreplaceable. If someone hadn’t been replaced, it was merely because no one had yet made the effort.

“Boss, what should we do about those two?” Dagu’s eyes flashed with murderous intent. Yiming had been fighting outside for quite a while, and Dagu was worried the government troops would discover them. He wondered if they should kill the two soldiers and quickly leave the hotel.

Just now, Yiming had unintentionally noticed a vertical line on Su Gongjing’s right eyebrow—a sign that she might get into a car accident. However, since there was no redness in her eyes, it would likely only be a scare, not real harm.