Chapter Seventy-Six: Old Geng’s Past Love Affairs

"Ah, what are you doing? Miss, please get up, let's talk after you stand up."

Seeing the woman in front of him suddenly kneel down, Ye Cheng was at a loss, trying to comfort her while shooting meaningful glances at Su Chan, signaling her to handle the situation. Ye Cheng was experienced in dealing with people like Wu Qihao and Zhu Yaotang, but he was not particularly adept at managing a scene like this...

Though I can no longer seal myself away, I can at least be an ordinary person, travel to other worlds, and experience my own fate.

"When did you get here?" Beibei asked casually, more out of politeness than expecting an answer.

He tossed his backpack to the ground, keeping only the machete, and Yang Mu slowly climbed out the window, gripping the rope with his bare hands and suspended himself in midair, moving forward hand over hand.

She took a deep breath, blinked hard, then turned the doorknob and pushed open the hospital room door.

The two of them covered Xia Ning and Yu Ruizhe's mouths, knocked them out, and, taking advantage of the empty corridor, dragged them into a van and drove away.

While they spoke, the ground suddenly trembled without warning, making the porcelain bowls and wine on the table shake. Yet the wandering swordsmen ignored this, slapped down the money for their drinks, and hurriedly pulled off the cloth covering the wooden table, revealing the spears hidden beneath.

Seeing the great "Yang" banner flying above the city gate, Sun Jian could not help but sigh. In the end, he swallowed the words he wanted to say: "No wonder he can hold power, depose emperors, move the capital to Chang’an, wield authority, make decisions as he pleases, and decide life and death." No one knew what Sun Jian was truly thinking in his heart.

Two or three minutes later, Wan Bin finally finished his round of "prayer," opened his eyes, bounced lightly on the spot, and looked eager to begin, full of energy.

This time it was an alliance by marriage between Qingming Prefecture and Xuan Prefecture. Even when they saw people from Qingming Prefecture on the road, the people of Xuan Prefecture only glared at them, for in their hearts, after Xuan Prefecture, only the Demon Princess mattered. Qingming Prefecture rarely interacted with them, and the last time, Qingqing even played a trick on the princess.

The American president immediately became invigorated; his curse had come true. This cat was so cunning, so shameless, that even God could not stand it anymore and took the cat away.

He summoned his battle spirit; the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was drawn into his body. The burning pain in his body was instantly soothed by a cool sensation. As the spiritual energy was refined, the pain gradually faded.

She could only pour out her worries to Zhong Kan, believing Zhong Kan would surely comfort her wounded heart. But Tang Hao—Qingqing told herself deep down that she must never hurt him.

Work on the shoot was extremely hectic; this kind of busyness was a feeling Zhao Duo had not dared to experience for a long time.

After reading the contents of the letter from his sixth brother, Huang Mingyuan could no longer sit still. Yang Zhao was in trouble, and with Yang Guang’s deep suspicion, he would certainly suspect Yang Zhao.

The Lingnan Army was only there to go through the motions; expecting them to fight was perhaps less meaningful than bringing out the Lingnan Barbarians for a show.

The Atomic Samurai tossed the chicken drumstick he had finished eating onto the table; plenty of meat still clung to the bone.

Or rather, Happy Farm—a farm simulation game attached to a social network. Players act as farm owners, growing all kinds of vegetables and fruits. If they do not harvest the crops in time, friends will steal them.

Leto divided the spirit stones among his other friends as he had at Saitama's house, then immediately opened the passage to the Human Platform and charged in.

He landed so hard his back slammed into the ground, his body sliding a short distance along the surface.

"Kill!" roared the Golden Crow Demon King. His severed limb regenerated, and the arm that had been cut off moments before grew back anew.