Volume 1, Chapter 37: Thirty Lashes? Fifty Lashes!

"You have done an excellent job. Once this matter is settled, I will reward you both handsomely." Before the task was even complete, Wang Xiao was already thinking about how to celebrate. These two were his most capable lieutenants; there was nothing they couldn't handle once they took the field.

When Wang Xueqi and Su Chen walked out of the bar, Wang Xueqi did not see Ming Jun. She checked the time and realized the police cars he was supposed to summon never arrived. It seemed he had truly fled.

As for that jar of milk, Tian Zui really wanted to drink it all himself. Even Can Hong was drooling profusely, fawning over him and using every trick in the book just to beg for a single cup.

"We won't let you kill anyone either," Lin Mengjie said with a smile. Ye Qing’s statement meant he had finally relented.

"Yes! I, Li Wuji, will never forget the debt of gratitude I owe you for saving my life back then." At this moment, Li Wuji was both overjoyed and solemn.

Then, to the utter astonishment of the special forces soldier, she placed a box on his head. As soon as she opened the lid, a fragrant aroma filled the air.

Fortunately, only a drunkard heard this remark; if any other alchemist had heard it, they would likely have been driven to fight Chu Yi to the death on the spot.

"Stop putting on an act in front of me." Zhao Qiankun naturally did not believe a word Chu Tian said. Or perhaps, blinded by hatred, he had lost his reason and was incapable of listening to anyone.

After coming into contact with the holy artifacts, Ye Qing became even more sensitive to these auras. Without a doubt, these things were all sources of life—some from the spatial world, and others from the chaos world.

As luck would have it, Fang Rou was wearing an extremely thin shirt, delicate as a cicada's wing. It was impossible to tell what high-end material it was made of, but Chu Tian felt as though his hand was pressing directly against her shoulder. His fingers traced over her smooth, supple skin, again, and again, and again.

There was not much time for preparation; the Olympic schedule was every bit as grueling as the intensity of an NBA regular season.

Just like the grand events Ling Shaotian had experienced in the past, a deafening roar of excitement echoed throughout the City of Divine Puppets. Soon, thousands of rays of light converged toward the gathering place for this competition—the Great Puppet Plaza.

Liu Mang’s defense against the opponent became increasingly relaxed. It was mainly because the other side had been stunned from the start, completely losing their composure afterward. They insisted on playing one-on-one, trying to brute-force their way past Liu Mang, only to be dismantled by him in a few quick moves.

When he said this, the expressions on the three counts were quite colorful. They were likely cursing the old bear millions of times in their hearts, imagining his manhood sliced into pieces countless times over.

"I’ve been explaining the weaknesses of ghosts during the live stream, and with Sister Su Yue’s help, people aren't as afraid of spirits anymore. It’s just that some of the more malicious ones are a bit troublesome!" Yang Ming said.

Bai Sheng understood Wanyan Wulu’s intentions, and a sense of heartbreak instantly washed over him. It was not mere sadness, but a physical ache in his heart. He understood her suffering, yet he was powerless to save her from this whirlpool of hatred, leaving him with nothing but agonizing pity.

"Uncle, you really came! Weiwei said you wouldn't, and it made us so disappointed!" Before Ye Lengfeng could find Ding Ningwei, Zhong Qiaorong walked over from the side, speaking with pure delight.

Lu Feifei slumped listlessly onto the table, eyeing his phone and preparing to snatch it. Just as she made her move, An Muchen pulled it away, nearly causing her to fall.

Even Princess Vivian, who had rushed over in a hurry, could only offer a deep bow and remain at his side, exchanging sporadic pleasantries with the divine messenger.

Ouyang Hao felt a surge of curiosity upon seeing this man. He had never had any dealings with An Muchen; the fact that this man had sought him out here suggested, by instinct, that An Muchen wasn't here specifically for him.

A low, furious shout pressed down from above, heavy and imposing. The onlookers trembled, glancing upward to see Pei Leng standing coldly on the second floor. His downward gaze was filled with smoldering rage, and the murderous aura radiating from him was chilling.

Huo Anxi had once thought death would end all her torments, but as she pressed against the wall, watching herself stop breathing on the hospital bed and seeing the faces of those grieving around her, she realized that some torments were only just beginning.

But she had never imagined that it was because the housekeeper, Li, frequently entered her courtyard that she had suffered a miscarriage! After the miscarriage, she had ordered a thorough investigation and eventually found a doctor from outside who detected the scent of musk on the housekeeper.

Now, the only person who could save him was the Empress, who had shielded him in her arms when he fell and begged the Qin Emperor to spare his life.

Seeing Yun Xiao and the others slowly rise from the ground and head toward the Rose Courtyard, Xiao Yuqi’s expression turned awkward for a moment.

"As for why I don't want the children to call us Father-King or Mother-Queen—these titles sound so distant. They make me feel as if there would be a barrier between us as a family."

She quickly shut her mouth and waved her hands to signal that she would truly say no more. Lu Qingxia then followed her to reunite with the main group.

Nian Jin interrupted her, speaking with unwavering firmness to convey these words, hoping to completely dispel the guilt in her heart.

"Then let it be as he wishes; pretend you know nothing. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss. Perhaps there will be a miracle ahead!" Yin Feibai offered a timely word of comfort.

How could she ever forget that year when Li Anqi said she wanted to host a birthday party at her family’s vacant villa? She hadn't wanted to hire cleaners, wanting to decorate it herself. As a best friend, Huo Anxi naturally wouldn't refuse her request. Only after arriving at the villa did she discover that Li Anqi had also invited Dong Yu.