Kill Aiyi

Lin Jie raised his left hand, turning along with the force of the bodyguard's pull. With a fierce jerk of his right hand, the telescopic baton snapped into his palm. He lashed out violently, incorporating the "Rod-Swinging" technique from the Eight Fisherman Styles into the movement, and smashed it hard against the bodyguard's head.

No one could hear clearly what they were crying out, but from the sound alone, one could perceive the utmost agony, complete despair, bone-deep hatred, and a yearning for freedom—or perhaps it was simply revenge, vengeance against the entire world.

"Purple Emperor, your performance today—" Emperor Yu was in the midst of speaking when he was abruptly interrupted by a melodious, warbling voice.

When Lin Feng traveled nowadays, his standard entourage consisted of Tian Zhengning, Zhang Lei, Sun Lin, and Li Zhao. The five of them made quite a grand and imposing procession.

The Yellow River flowed right through the urban district of Lanzhou. The city leaned against the mountains and embraced the river; with the water in motion and the mountains standing still, they formed a unique urban landscape.

Seeing that the stock price had stabilized, Lin Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was currently the "焦点人物" (focal point) heavily pursued by the media, with countless reporters eager to secure interviews with him, Lin Feng quietly left New York the very next day and flew to Silicon Valley on the West Coast.

Lin Jie truly missed the system's mechanical voice from before. Although it didn't sound particularly pleasant, at least it wouldn't cause him this much trouble.

"Water Art: Raging Waves Overwhelming the Mountains," the Purple Emperor suddenly shouted in a deep voice. A towering giant wave actually rose up behind the Azure Water Heavenly King and crashed straight down. The Azure Water Heavenly King didn't even bother to look back as he threw up his protective true Qi, and the giant wave was repelled far away upon striking the protective barrier.

"Oh heavens, why didn't I think of that? Exactly, the answer to the riddle is this phrase: I want to be your only one."

"Your brother has no control over me. Even if Mu Qingcheng were here, she couldn't do a thing to me. This is the Li family's territory after all; does the Mu family dare to start a war with the Li family?" Black Bear said indifferently. Having spent many years mixed up in the underworld with the Li family backing him, he had never feared anyone.

Before Chu Yunlian even arrived, her ethereal voice filled with questioning reached them first. Jin Feng knew she was here to call him to account. Fine, he had simply been waiting right here for her to do so.

This person was also dressed entirely in black, casting a cold glance at the kneeling man in black. Had it not been for the fact that this fellow still had his uses, given his own temperament, he might have already cleaved him to death with a single palm strike.

Li Xiaoyao took a light breath, drew his right fist back to his waist, stepped forward like a tiger, and punched out fiercely.

She had previously been locked inside the Sword Emperor's spatial storage vessel, but the other party had not completely shut out the outside world, and she had vaguely overheard some of the conversations.

"It's the First Prince," Zhang Yiufu said in surprise, then looked toward He Longtu, catching a faint, extremely sinister smile lingering on the man's face.

Much like the Foundation Establishment Stage, what was condensed at the very beginning—barring any fortuitous opportunities—was basically destined to remain that way for the rest of one's life; however, if further opportunities presented themselves, it could still be altered.

Fu Duoxi was quite pleased with the excuse she had suddenly thought of, and turning around, she decisively decided to turn that excuse into reality.

Although everyone found it strange and sensed Long Yuze's anger, the man was the First Prince, and everyone understood that he would inevitably become the future emperor of the Lingfeng Kingdom. Therefore, even if they felt perplexed in their hearts, no one dared to speak out of turn.

"And then?" For so many days, Li Xiaoyao hadn't returned to the Northern Spiritual Academy, and he had no idea how Zhuo Yi was doing.

A gentle breeze swept past, leaving behind only the scent of blood in the ravine. Everyone gripped their long halberds, gazing at the man as deep and dark as the night.

Now, bombarded by Jin Yang's inexplicable and chaotic scolding, not a single one of them dared to let out a loud breath, and could only busy themselves running in circles around Lin Shenmiao to check on her.

He slowly and steadily calmed his emotions bit by bit, then turned his head slightly to glance through the rearview mirror at Lin Shenmiao sitting beside him in the passenger seat.

"A deal? What deal?" Mu Xifeng asked impassively, raising his teacup to take a small sip.

Lin Shenmiao finally understood what Jin Yang's earlier action meant. She froze for a moment, and an indescribable, turbulent wave of emotions abruptly churned up from the bottom of her heart.

"That child still hasn't returned; should we go look for her?" That was the stepmother asking her biological father.

"The hard fact is that you already told her. You were the one who told her that Tong Si was coming back today, and besides, your older sister came back ages ago yet you never told me." Xu Hui said each word with deliberate emphasis.

By this time, the auction had already begun, and the auctioneer was delivering an enthusiastic opening speech. Lin Yinan didn't even glance at the auctioneer, keeping his gaze fixed the entire time on the direction where Ji Siming and Tong En were sitting.

To her, anyone who treated her well was the best person in the entire world, and anyone who treated her poorly—no matter how wonderful they might otherwise be—was nothing more than scumbag.

In the third quarter, the Thunder suddenly shifted their style to the Spurs' style of positional defense. The team applied a zone defense against Li Qiang while simultaneously providing help defense for the open spaces.

Hearing this, the others looked over and saw that Lu Si was right. That entirely bluish-green monster was looking right toward them, and then began pressing closer in the direction of Xianglong and the others. They could even see those mermen being crushed into pulp one by one beneath the monster's fists.

At that moment, Murong Feiling was also relying on a single breath of spiritual energy to fight against Guying.

"Heh heh... You must be up to some crafty scheme again, right?" The doctor eyed him with suspicion, knowing this black-hearted captain far too well. If there wasn't some profit to be made, he wouldn't be kind enough to bring this news.

After a moment of silence, still no sound. Realizing something, I turned around bit by bit. Familiar military boots and slender trouser legs still bore the wrinkles of many days' wear. I had forgotten that a person's aura could give away their position—especially right under his very nose.

A three-pointer dropped, without the slightest difficulty. Li Qiang smiled and blew on his fingers, as if they were the barrel of a smoking gun that had just been fired.

Before long, the group returned to the temporary camp where Dayu and the others had been previously. Seeing that that faction had not yet set off for the city, Xianglong couldn't help feeling somewhat puzzled.

"Boss, after I brush my teeth and wash my face, I have something to tell you." Qin Dong raised his head and said to Long Sheng.

Sure enough, about ten minutes later, the phone rang again. Checking the caller ID, it was indeed Ding Ding calling. I figured he was probably cracking up over there too, so he had taken some time to laugh to his heart's content, gathered his composure, and then called me back.

Yet judging by the wretchedness of her screams, the injuries inflicted by the great-aunt's willow switch were entirely real.

Some of the rats were frightened to death on the spot, but more of them abandoned the encirclement of the five people and burrowed into the darkness.