Chapter 25: Abused?

After hanging up, Ye Cheng felt little sorrow in his heart. After all, seven years had passed; the feelings had faded bit by bit during his days slaying monsters, and what remained now was perhaps just a nostalgic yearning for his first love. Clearing his thoughts, Ye Cheng decided to call Zhang Quan to inquire about his family’s situation. But before he could take out his phone, a strange number called him.

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Du Yuniang felt this was blind worship, and she knew the two children spoke from the heart, leaving her both amused and exasperated. Honestly, accompanying Morgana and Angel Yan to meet Keisha, Bai Ze always felt somewhat unnatural. Cui Zhien’s vanity was wounded; though she didn’t know him, this man was a bit too cold, wasn’t he?

Everyone speculated about what was happening inside, suspecting that Xia Zimeng had been subjected to unspoken rules. This was the question most people present wanted answered, even the judge glanced at Colonel Chen Hao.

“I remember! I’m not that old. I recall you said earlier you didn’t like green jade when choosing a bracelet. This is yellow, not jade. Isn’t it pretty?” he said, loosening his hand as he spoke.

It’s well known that Morgana actually cares deeply for her subordinates, and Bai Ze had long understood this; otherwise, he wouldn’t be explaining for the third time at this moment, patiently giving examples.

Wan Hong didn’t mind; as long as she could reach the Demon Clan in the end, why bother about the method of travel?

When Xia Zimeng arrived, Pei Zijun, who was chatting with friends on the middle deck’s grand terrace of the yacht, had already spotted her.

Jin Gu looked toward Arena Nine, sweating nervously. Unicorns are supposed to be rare sacred beasts, yet Beast Star has so many with horns. This obviously defies scientific principles of animal evolution.

With the accumulation of such research, even if the subjects are aliens and the time hasn’t been long, it’s enough for the studies to reach considerable depth. Frankly, now if an alien so much as lifts its tail, the research team could tell whether it intends to fart or defecate.

The Silver-armored Corpse King, speaking, waved to Zhuanzhu Corpse King, then led several black-furred corpse kings and the Shadow King toward the glowing stone pillar nearby.

“So it’s the renowned Liu family. I am a wandering cultivator, my name is Huo Xinchen, and this is my servant!” Huo Xinchen’s expression grew solemn; he hurriedly stood up to return the greeting.

“What does the psychology group think?” Yao Jinxi, newly promoted to Chief of the Special Operations Department, was organizing an expert panel to analyze the Emperor of the Fire Moon Empire.

Two ninjas split a wooden stool drenched with poisonous darts; they knew their own poison well—deadly upon contact with blood, unsurpassed and incurable in the world.

“What happened to you afterward?” Hearing this, I grew anxious, sweat prickling my palms.

Heeding the advice of the great katana, I set aside time daily to hone my killing intent—extract, rein it in, extract again, rein in again, repeating the process.

The interviewer was frustrated; this case had landed in his lap. To reject outright seemed inappropriate, since the candidate’s qualifications truly were excellent. With colleagues watching, it was hard to justify.

Over the past few days, Ouyang Lian and Jack had become familiar enough to joke with each other. Though their realms were vastly different, they still became friends. Their similar circumstances gave Jack a sense of shared hardship.

One could earn eligibility for free adult night school; if you graduated there—meaning you could recognize the ten Arabic numerals and over a hundred characters—you could take the Level Two qualification exam.

“Ding!” Once again, using a kunai to block, Kakashi pushed hard and the two separated. He quickly executed several backflips to distance himself from Orochimaru.