Chapter 21

A tailored slim black shirt hugged his lean and muscular frame, his jet-black hair slicked back to reveal cold, sharp, and perfect features. His handsome face was tense, his deep eyes filled with longing.

“Doctor Shen, I’m going in; he’s my contact,” Li Ming said, saluting Shen Nianhuan respectfully.

The Omega Budasuo City Headquarters had appointed Harley with a hint of venting frustration... Duncan’s involvement with the Brain Demon was part of the intelligence reports.

Mrs. Zhao ground her teeth fiercely, her swollen cheeks puffed up like a toad’s, her gaze filled with murderous hatred.

At this moment, nightmares would invade the dreams of living beings through a reinforced dream portal, ravenously plundering emotions and causing this sleeping plague.

The Jiangcheng Cross-Sea Bridge was a north-south thoroughfare project; the southern land had been bought by the Lei Group, but the ownership of the northern land remained unknown.

Her eyes sparkled with divine light; with a motion of her palm, a terrifying force suddenly struck the other’s back. Accompanied by a roar, a faint red glow was forced out from within the opponent’s body.

“Are we doomed to be utterly annihilated here?” The entity, embodying Wu Song, mourned and despaired, utterly powerless.

However, before she could finish speaking, Leng Jichen grabbed her, hoisted her onto his back, and carried her out.

“Ahem, we Sleepless should not stoop to his level. Come on, let’s keep moving downward!” Li Ling quickly changed the subject.

I do not belong to this world; on what grounds do you use this world’s rules to imprison me?

Beside him, Ren Yuqing wore a blue dress, blinking her enchanting large eyes, leaning close to Chu Yun with curiosity.

Just moments ago, Zhang Zhenning had been smug and arrogant; as he stepped out the door, a fleeting, subtle slyness flashed in his eyes. He thought to himself how incredibly lucky he was—he had guessed right on the first try.

“Brother Tian, the keys are right here with me. I can drive you to see the house now. It’s already been renovated and ready to move in,” Zhao Hu asked.

It was like a wooden plank sawed vertically about a third of the way through. The plank didn’t crack but had suffered a severe blow.

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Lu Xiaoxue recovered from her shock moments ago. After the other party repeatedly scolded her, she finally snapped.

It was said that Liu Huangshu and Ma Yecao had a decent relationship; they could dine and drink together, discussing business cooperations. But when it came to serious fights, especially life-threatening matters, Ma Yecao definitely couldn’t hire someone of Liu Huangshu’s stature.

“Xiao Tian, do whatever tricks you want. I want to see what you’re hiding if you refuse to end this in a draw,” the White Palace said coldly, staring at Xiao Tian.

I clearly saw Fu Xue’s professional smile falter slightly when she saw that photo. I became curious—what kind of photo was it?

Her defeated words sent a shiver down my spine. I turned my head to see my grandmother lost in thought beside me. I decided to call Jiang Yang to see if he had found any trace of my uncle.

Ling Yefeng shook his head helplessly, his face tender with genuine indulgence. Was he really this lenient with me?

Ling Yefeng’s gentle yet enticing voice echoed in my ear. My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, until they closed unwillingly.

Obviously, when Yu Xiubai heard the name Gu Shuangshuang, he frowned just as Yu Yale did, sharing the same doubts.

I was tense, my body stiff as a board, kneeling on the ground, trembling as I raised my hand, placing it on his belt buckle.

Hearing the door close in the yard, I stepped out of the bedroom and saw the nurse who took care of me, carrying a food container.

I knew Song Cheng was busy lately, but he wasn’t necessarily always at Shui Yun Song, so it was a bit difficult to track his whereabouts.

She had spoken to that person, then returned the phone to Mu Zhijun. Her earlier good mood was gone, and her face looked as cold as ice.

“She wants to move into your house,” Lu Li said, his brows tightly knit, his voice tinged with an unfamiliar jealousy.

After all the mithril in the metal container melted into a silvery liquid like mercury, Patch finally nodded in satisfaction.

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He planned to take a look soon, maybe even acquire it or trade for it. With this, he could drink anytime.

But the mission Patch assigned to Karens was evidently very important, which explained Patch’s slight anger.

“So, he intends to exterminate all humans except mutants?” Count Dracula asked calmly, his expression unreadable.

The next morning, Tian Ci got up early, took a shower, wrapped a towel around his waist, and left the room. Tang Yan had washed all his clothes, so he had to wait for them to dry before wearing them.

He clearly remembered that the little diamond girl had recharged a thousand exchange points for him before leaving.

Relations between Russia and Huaxia were relatively good, so the incident in Russia still surprised Yang Feng somewhat.

Tian Ci and Tang Yan exchanged glances. They had inquired earlier and knew this factory was excellent but more expensive than others. Neither cared much about money, so they chose this one.

After the three finished shopping and saw nothing else worthwhile, Tian Ci said goodbye to the shop owner, and the three left the store. On the street again, Yiyi’s expression grew awkward as she watched him clutch the box tightly—it was too amusing.

Along the way, many were surprised to see him wearing a wig and thick armor, even though the armor was made of rubbery material—it was still suffocating.

Because after Zhuo Chaozong’s recent retreat, his cultivation rose another level, reaching the terrifying rank of Sixth-Level Dragon Sovereign.

Chunhua glanced at the burly man driving the carriage and lowered her voice to ask.

Her delicate figure dissolved into layers of floral shadows and mist, blurring reality. Even her afterimages left on the arena were faint and nearly imperceptible.

A brief question and answer led to silence between the two. After those few words, both sides seemed at a loss for words, and the heated air was tinged with the scent of tears—carrying helplessness and bitterness.