Chapter 87: Mere Solace
She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked at the ground. "And that night, I was frightened. My mind wasn't clear. I suppose I needed comfort too much, so I clung to you like that. Don't take it to heart—just pretend nothing ever happened."
Xu Yancheng was unwilling to accept this. "But that night, you kept calling my name." He refused to believe she saw him merely as someone to console her.
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"Damn, isn't this cheating?" Many people sat on the ground in defeat, fiddling with the guns in their hands.
Ray and his companions instinctively wanted to respond to Blake, but in the next moment, they helplessly realized that apart from breathing and thinking, they could do nothing else.
"Boom." Dean felt as though an invisible mountain pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe.
The Heavenly Ranking had thirty-six spots yet couldn't fill them all; one spot remained empty with no one to claim it. Where could you possibly find forty-nine fifth-level masters?
It was only after the summoning succeeded that the miracle occurred, and in the end, he struck himself down with a single blow.
At 10:47 p.m., Mi Lan, Tang Muyang, and Revolver sat on chairs outside the operating room.
When Zhou Long received the news, he pretended to know nothing and stealthily swapped things out, feigning death by poisoning so that the entire army would mourn him.
Sima Xuan spoke, pulling out a black bandage and wrapping it carefully around Liu Xian’s eyes.
With a wave of his hand, Uesugi Keiko sent the shuriken she had long prepared flying. But this time, Zilong dared not use his usual shower of petals technique. He knew well how powerful the shuriken could be. With so many people around, an accidental injury would be disastrous. A few shuriken, however, were still within his control.
"We?" Blake noticed the resentment burning in the dark red eyes of the tent-dwelling elf and frowned.
His hands grew restless, lips tracing down from the corner of mine. I frowned, about to ask what he intended in broad daylight when a string of phone ringtones suddenly rang out.
She made her request subtly, so that others would only think she cared about her brother's situation and wanted to see these things. None realized she had long had a definite purpose and a complete plan in her heart.
When Ye Tingyuan arrived at the new house, he was greeted by a scene: the person in the red wedding dress had one foot on the bed, one on the floor, leaning against the bed's end and snacking, while peanut and longan shells littered the floor beside the bed.
The hall, already silent and awkward from Nan Feng's words about 'sexual harassment,' erupted once again because of Li Nanyan's identity.
Someone was in danger. Ridiculously, their frenzied hearts suddenly returned to normal; they felt relieved and even faintly excited. Because the stagnant, unchanging situation before them had finally been broken.
In his ear, Tang Wei’s low, magnetic voice sounded, a little raspy and incredibly seductive.
Qiao Shuyu had no idea he had already been crowned film emperor by others without even realizing it. The thought of facing those martial world folk after leaving the Ye residence gave him a headache. In this vast world, was there truly no one willing to become the leader of the martial alliance?
Ling Yongzheng, seeing her so distressed for him, could well imagine how much more she hated Zhou Shiyi now; the anger in his heart dissipated considerably, and he even felt a bit smug.
On the plains of the Great Tang, fertile land stretched for thousands of miles, yet natural disasters could still leave corpses everywhere. Meanwhile, Tibet, with its few barren lands, could still contend with the Tang dynasty. Such achievement must be attributed to the indomitable Tibetan spirit.
He Chenhuai remembered the last time he asked this question, the guy replied it was because his family’s chef was exceptionally skilled. Recently, however, the chef had resigned due to family matters back home, so he wondered what reason the man had now.