Huo Wu, You're So Sweet, Double Peaks

"Aunt Kite, isn't this... a little inappropriate?"

The three of them were alone in a room.

Big eyes stared at big eyes.

Yuan Qingtian had originally pulled Huo Wu over, intending to have a deeper exchange.

But Ling Yuan insisted on coming along.

Yuan Qingtian could not refuse her, so he had no choice but to let her follow.

Yet once they reached the room, she showed no intention of leaving.

Instead, her gaze seemed ready to drip honey as she quietly stared at him.

Although Huo Wu also wanted to have Yuan Qingtian all to herself, when she remembered that Ling Yuan had saved her before, and that it was Ling Yuan who had brought her and Yuan Qingtian together,

she hesitated for a moment, then actually spoke up for Ling Yuan. "Yuan Big Brother, how about letting Sister Kite also..."

"Stay here too..."

She said...

"Heh, could it be that your Silver Needle is some kind of treasure? We can't afford it? Go on, what do you want?" Cheng Mo sneered, his eyes fixed on that strange person.

No matter what, he could only speak up once again. This person shook his head again, his heart filled with contempt, as though he were saying that sometimes circumstances were useless, but saying it out loud truly made people like it.

This Word Spirit Physique really was different. Yan Chen began to like the heavens. Looks like Heaven hasn't treated me too badly after all.

Without lingering, the three native leaders left. Not many people knew about the special transaction between them and Chen Fan, and on Chen Fan's side, only he himself knew. Everyone else had long since entered the Nirvana Pool.

A surging force swept out, dissolving that imposing aura and the fluctuations of power. His five fingers closed, and his body spun in a circle on the ground, using the momentum to completely neutralize that might.

A young man from the outside world, whose cultivation was merely Level Three of the Tribulation Crossing Realm and Level Four in primordial spirit—such cultivation could only count as that of an expert in the Heavenly Court, not one of its upper echelons, much less someone capable of ruling the Heavenly Court.

He was no street thug; he was Lord Tongzhi, second only to the Prefect! Even if they lent him ten times the courage, he would not dare strike.

Then everyone was stunned. Cao Hua's hand had actually been blasted into a bloody pulp, flesh and blood splattering all over Cao Hua's face.

After Wang Yun gave Ma Tianjiao some instructions, he set off with Jixiang. Sikong had wanted to go as well, but Wang Yun stopped him.

Unlike when they had first met half a month ago, when Zuo Qinglong still wore a somewhat false and vain smile, appearing fairly amicable on the surface, he now carried an added hint of coldness that made people uncomfortable to look at.

Xu Father's fever had come from watching television. Both he and Xu Mother had watched it, but they did not know what had happened to the two children, nor did they dare ask. They kept it bottled up inside until they made themselves sick.

The two were evenly matched in skill. Moreover, Yan Yifeng and Han Shuo both excelled at all-around offensive fighting styles. Especially when facing an opponent they hated so much their teeth itched, neither was willing to yield. They did not even bother defending; for every punch they took, they returned a solid punch, without any defensive measures at all.

"What?" A lazy voice sounded. Ling Luoqi had not expected him to turn around and pin her against the wall instead. Faced with his suddenly approaching face, she was instantly so shy that she could barely breathe.

Actually, regarding this, Ling Luoqi planned to slowly wear her down with a calm attitude, little by little figuring out her movements. She would prepare the sharpest pair of scissors and wait to cut apart her web.

Her limbs were terribly weak now, and her eyes felt so heavy, as though someone were forcefully pressing her eyelids down. Even trying to sit up was incredibly difficult. Before she lost consciousness, she had asked her assistant to take her home. She did not like hospitals; that place was no good, so she never went to the hospital when she was sick.

There was only a soft sound, like the sound of flesh being forcibly pinched off by hand. Immediately afterward, they heard a miserable scream that shot into the sky.

Even the bodyguards behind them could not help but laugh. One by one, they struggled to hold it in, or they really would have burst out laughing and ruined their cool image.

Tao Chun chewed her rice, still expressionless, while the fingers hidden beneath the blanket involuntarily tightened a little more.

Mingyue's mouth twitched. Was being dumber than him really something worth being proud of? Would that make people think he was not stupid?