Chapter Seventy-Five: Are You Still a Man?

He reached out and pulled her up, and Hu Yourong's hand was so soft and delicate, almost as if it had no bones, making Zhao Lei reluctant to let go. Gu Nanqiao’s mind was full of thoughts, her slender fingers clenching the script tighter, so much so that the few pages of Peking Opera lyrics in her hand visibly became creased. Anyway, Qiu Xiaonai Zhu wasn’t much of a teacher, and didn’t mind jokes with her, so Bai Fan spoke freely. Su Yiyang didn't elaborate further, instead leaving the Yue brothers enough space to contemplate.

In the early days of the era of independent lords, the workload on the Personal Guard Office and the Town Public Office was noticeably heavier. One of the thugs swallowed hard, struggling to turn his neck and look at Chen Tao. Various factors intertwined, so Ji Guangfan could only keep his feelings for Sun Jing buried deep in his heart, never mentioning them in daily life. “You’re out?” Risa Tsukishima stared stupidly at the sunlight, feeling for the first time in her life how nostalgic it was to see the day. “Is that so?” Bai Fan raised his eyebrows; logically, stronger boys should have an advantage in this kind of contest. Why then did Pingchuan Hideki praise Qiu Xiaoyou Nai so highly?

However, this intertwining of times lasted until three years ago, when a comet landed and the ‘Past’ Guardian was destroyed, directly affecting Lin Mo now. The non-existent ‘past’ would erase everything related to it. “I don’t know, but it seems intent on harming us,” I could sense the murderous aura from the white shadow, as if it was about to make a move against us. This person’s fate is unclear—dead or alive. Even if he is alive, he must be unconscious; he never woke, even after being hung up like this.

“Guo Hu, what time is it?” Chen Yuyue suddenly asked out of nowhere. As soon as he spoke, before Bai Yanli could respond, Bai Muye laughed and added a couple more sentences. The man’s neck drooped, his left ear pressed to his shoulder, his mouth slightly open as if he had something left unsaid. “Take a portion of the men and hold their reinforcements outside the Li family headquarters. Don’t let them break in and surround Du Jiang’s group,” Chen Yuyue ordered.

“Who’s provoking you? You’re the one who won’t leave my tavern!” Shen Yiyi snapped. Hearing the voices draw closer, Tang Xuxu frowned slightly, feeling a bit unwilling but quickly put her computer screen to sleep and hurried back to the lounge before Bai Yanli pushed open the office door. In the end, because of overtime, I clashed with my supervisor—almost hit him in front of the whole workshop. No one bothered me later, but I could never stand him and often confronted him directly.

“What a big mouth!” Saron, burning with rage, let out a furious roar, then launched a magically enhanced fireball right at Annielotte. At this moment, Aba was bleeding purple from every part of his body, countless scales cracked, all caused by the sword intent from Long Haochen’s twin swords. “Come take a look, this is my piano room. What do you think?” Tang Hong entered, turned around, and spoke to Chu Yang.

Yet in Chu Yang’s eyes—a cultivator—these chilling auras were anything but good omens. Liu Hao never expected that the famous football host Huang Jianxiang would attend the press conference. After the event, Huang Jianxiang approached him, shook his hand, and directly stated his purpose.

“Single?” The reporter from As News rolled his eyes, pondering the meaning behind Liu Hao’s words. Does being single equate to boundless energy—perhaps just excess vigor? Genuine Arsenal fans stood across the pitch, powerless, watching all of this unfold from afar. Even the proud Demon God Emperor was moved, calling Ye Wushang the greatest nose of the Sanctuary Alliance in a thousand years.

At the sound, Yan Luo and Yan Wushuang were both startled, exchanging glances and instantly understanding each other’s thoughts. A voice revealing royal authority emerged from the dignified lips; her bright eyes gazed into the distance, where the image of Wang Bing grew clearer in Wei Yang’s mind.

As the elk passed Ye Fan, it gently bowed and nodded, then strode briskly out the door. With it, Marquis Baisheng would possess a heavenly army, able to deploy them instantly through the Ruyi Teleportation Array. Qin Shou wasn’t sure where the problem lay, but he knew one thing: if this matter wasn’t handled well, trouble would surely follow.

Qin Shou had no idea what the Martial Madman was thinking; he was fully focused, unleashing his strongest palm strike since breaking through the sixth stage. For years, Qin Shou had never exerted himself so freely—today’s strike was his most powerful since descending the mountain.