Chapter 132: There Is No Need to Comfort Me with a Lollipop

By the time he reached the tenth "rest stop," Li Feng had already arrived at the mountainside, where the enemies were becoming increasingly diverse; beyond the Minotaurs, Boar-men and Temple Guards had also joined the fray.

Seeing her miserable state, Yong Mingyan softened his tone. "Don't be unhappy then..." He glanced instinctively out the window, only to see that night had long since fallen, leaving a pitch-black void outside. "Tonight, I'm afraid it won't work... just consider tonight's meal a make-do, and tomorrow I'll buy you pork buns, alright?" he suggested, trying to negotiate.

We remained in a stalemate in the hospital room. The doctor said the baby in my womb was already four months old and essentially fully formed; an abortion was impossible, and we could only proceed with an induced labor.

"Good heavens, I'm being wronged!" Seeing the soldiers of the Divine Realm Legion charging toward him in a rage, Li Feng could only heave a frustrated sigh before bracing his spear, Terror of Death, and launching a counterattack against the surrounding army.

Having pledged his faith to a powerful dark force, he defected to the Lich King and became one of the forty-nine legendary hero bosses.

"What else do you want? Think it through, say it all at once, I'll wait." Shi Qing was truly at his wit's end. He threw himself heavily onto the bed beside her, hands clasped behind his head, waiting for Liao Shasha to propose the remaining unexpected terms of her unequal treaty so they could continue their negotiations.

The centurion was startled; this was ruthless, yet he was helpless to intervene. He had no other choice. The palace was a vast web of traps; even with wings, his captive would never escape. With a wave of his hand, he commanded, "Everyone, withdraw! Immediately!" The soldiers scrambled to retreat at once.

I was undergoing a major surgical procedure, far more serious than a common cold, yet I had to rely on others just to get a glass of water. Looking back now, I must have been so self-deluded then, truly believing he loved me and that I loved him.

Their lips met, perfectly aligned. Mo Chen slowly grazed Manman's lips, occasionally nipping at them with his teeth.

Faced with the battle that would come a century later, all grievances could be set aside, for it was a battle that would decide their fate.

After Uncle Gao snorted coldly, he kicked An Ruoqiu again. She did not wake; she was not merely asleep, but unconscious, and thus not easily roused.

After checking our tickets to enter, we found vehicles available to take us to the Terracotta Army pits. In reality, it was not as far as one might imagine; even walking would not take much time.

"Since that's the case, you two take the Master back, help him pack his luggage, see what he needs, and then go buy it for him," said Lin Qian's grandmother.

The three waves of attacks could not even hold for half the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before they were completely eroded by the blood-red dragon of rage.

Seeing the giant wolf's pace falter, he pounced forward immediately, holding his greatsword horizontally and slashing directly across the beast's eyes.

Coupled with the fact that Feng Qutian had fled immediately after recognizing Ye Mo, Ba Xie was thrown into disarray, allowing the experienced Ling Chen to seize the opportunity and subdue him completely.

Judging from what the two of them said, it was clear that Bao Yuwen had some kind of deal with the Heaven-Splitting Tiger clan. But what could Bao Yuwen be planning that required cooperation with them?

Chu Ye left after speaking. He still had to take the Devouring Demon Rat out for a feast, and after dinner, he had to go to Jiang Wan'er's place. He would likely stay there tonight, or even if he didn't, it would be eleven or twelve o'clock by the time he returned, far too late for the medicine hall's dinner.

"You're back..." she whispered. Perhaps even Wei Zhedong, who was walking toward her, couldn't hear what she was muttering.

Mi Qi turned to look out the window, thinking, Do I have any right to privacy left? How does everyone know where I live?

Long Huahua's expression was icy, no longer the bewitching allure she had displayed when Xiao Qi first met her in Lingfeng City. Her frost-covered face added a touch of cold elegance.

Tang Feng, who had been writhing in agony, felt the three voices in his mind vanish without a trace after a crisp chime, and the soul-tearing pain dissipated along with them.

When Zhou Chuang stretched his face to the left, Nie Ce turned his to the right; when Zhou Chuang moved to the right, Nie Ce turned back to the left.

As the two Yin family assassins lunged at Mu Chen for the second time, he was no longer as careless as before. When they were four or five paces away, he suddenly rolled to the left, his longsword slashing out to strike the waist of the assassin on that side.

The leader, however, seemed to ignore the bizarre behavior of the crystal skull, continuing his muttered incantations. Watching this face—identical to his own—praying with such devout solemnity, Gu Fengchun felt a lingering sense of unease.

It was precisely Ye Xiang's precise calculations that allowed him to regain some ground in close-quarters combat, forcing Feng Yuan to stop engaging so closely. In truth, Ye Xiang really had no better way to deal with him in hand-to-hand fighting.

After blocking the Qin army's assault on the left flank, the Chu soldiers let out a collective shout and launched a counter-charge against the still-disoriented Qin forces.