“Ms. Sheng, if you can’t speak properly next time, then don’t open your mouth. Your mouth is quite frightening.”

Qin's mother patted her on the back.

"You're so disrespectful! Oh, by the way, let me introduce you. This is your sister-in-law, Gao Lan. You two should get to know each other."

I haven't even glanced at anyone since I walked in.

What a temper!

Anyone who didn't know better would think she disliked him!

Gao Lan was surprised that her mother-in-law would suddenly introduce her to her sister-in-law.

Sun Guoqiang was also furious, his eyes red, his beard bristling and his eyes wide with rage, so angry he almost vomited blood.

Kuiyuan had been waiting in the palace for Emperor Xing and Qiluo Wen to arrive. The three of them went to the room to discuss matters of the future.

They are quite different from grassroots cadres like Fu Qi and Qin Ying. As a non-governmental organization, they have no official backing.

The demon soldiers clashed swords against shields, striding forward to launch their attack on the city. They used all sorts of methods, including ladders and grappling hooks, determined to cross the city wall.

"That guy harbors a lot of resentment." On the high ground, Ji Ba watched Jiang Zichong's departing figure and said with a smile.

Feng Chen handed the White Tiger Ice and Snow Sword to Feng Lin, along with a task—to find Feng Shuang and bring her back. Although Feng Shuang might have already returned to Luofeng Manor on her own, he still wanted his older sister to complete the task just to be on the safe side. Feng Shuo, despite being unwell, insisted on going along with her after learning about it.

"Jinfeng City truly lives up to its reputation as a major city; even its pharmacies are different," Ling Feng couldn't help but sigh, noticing that many of the medicinal herbs in the shop were quite rare.

Ji Aizhen looked into Ji Ailian's shining eyes, pursed her lips, and nodded heavily.

So that's what they were waiting for. This means they plan to interrogate them separately to prevent them from colluding.

Seeing that there was still some time, He Xiao took out his jade flute and played a tune, the elegant and melodious notes lingering in the woods.

Seeing this, Xi Feng immediately responded with the same move as before. However, the wooden pole came at an unexpected speed, and he missed with his first block. Then, a sharp pain shot through the back of his right hand, and the half of the wooden pole slipped from his grasp.

But all the cultivators knew that this was only a temporary calm; they had only survived three heavenly tribulations, and even more powerful tribulations were yet to come.

In the short time it took to catch his breath, Ye Meijing had already walked five or six steps away, and Long Teng had no choice but to follow.

Although that figure wasn't a long-distance runner, and his results were invalid, and he was only a first-year junior high student, it was enough that he was a student at No. 2 Middle School.

Last night, Hades summoned Emperor Fire and the others. After some discussion, they decided to send another team in to take a look after dawn.

Everyone was stunned, even Guo Qing was taken aback. Tie Wang was shocked and covered his mouth, but it was too late; he could only slap himself.

He simply told the other shareholders that he was investing in a huge project, and that once the project succeeded, the company would immediately get out of its current bottleneck.

At some point, Jian Yi appeared in front of Yi Han, carrying a terrifying killing intent, and attacked. The two were only three meters apart.

Now, Guo Qing has arrived between Peng Demon King and Jiao Demon King, and learned about their identities through telepathy.

Although Long Yuan is a disciple of Longyin Manor and lives a secluded life in the mortal world, he is also a weapon refiner. Who says a weapon refiner can't be involved in worldly affairs?

After returning to his room with the wooden box, Yang Fan immediately locked the door, not wanting to be disturbed while forging the armor.

At this moment, our attention had completely shifted to the doorway of the inner room. Even if An Yu regretted it to death, there was no way he could change anything. This man who was full of righteousness still led his savior step by step into the tiger's den.

Traveling incognito, her righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor inevitably evokes images of a mature and sophisticated woman in the real world.

Just then, a tall, thin boy walked up to Xiudao. Xiudao recognized him; he was Uncle Zhang's son, Mengzi.