What a bunch of trash!
Danic's face twisted as he smashed the wineglass in his hand onto the floor. The wine spilled across the ground, looking like blood.
Ignoring the now-dirty floor, Danic rose from his chair and paced anxiously around the room, as though worrying about something.
And indeed he was. Since his fusion magecraft had reached its limit, Danic's consciousness had recently been suffering intermittent—The assistant director stared in shock, never expecting Lin Jin'er to truly refuse the director's arrangement.
But Lu Jingnian had helped her several times now, making it impossible for Lin Jin'er to use him as openly as she had at first.
But she had already clearly sensed the threat from Li Siqing, so she used these relatively subtle yet unmistakably clear words to remind Li Siqing: Chen Zihan was her boyfriend. If Li Siqing wanted to thank him, she should find another way. She was not to set her sights on him, body or mind.
The police convoy accelerated once more. Everyone looked solemn, gripping their weapons tightly. According to reliable intelligence, foreign enemies had invaded. As police officers of Anping City, it was time for them to do something.
Unable to directly eliminate the madwoman Wuyue, Lian Yuan had no choice but to focus his efforts on dealing with the strange cultivators attacking him.
Could it be that more men and horses were coming? Judging by this display, it was clearly far more imposing than the previous two times. There was only one explanation: more people had come this time, and not just by a little.
At the same time, even more demon clans had arrived from other regions to contend for glory on behalf of their own region's prodigies.
Liu Pengfei looked furious, speaking arrogantly as he unleashed a torrent of abuse