Volume One, Chapter 22: The Second Brother Loses His Temper

With just that one sentence, the entire family was stunned.

“Xiao... Xiaoxue?” The second son of the Su family walked over slowly, staring at Su Tingxue in utter shock.

“How could you do something like this!” This came from the furious third son, his voice trembling with anger. “Just to frame Xiaxia, you even resorted to rat poison? Were you trying to kill our eldest brother?”

Su Tingxue glared at Su Ningxia. “This is complete slander! She’s framing me—I never did such a thing!”

Her eyes reddened with tears. “Mom, Dad, you both know I wasn’t raised at your side since I was little. I’ve suffered enough as it is. And now, just because of a single receipt, you’re choosing not to believe me? What if it’s my sister who’s smearing my name?”

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Stepping out of the elevator, he approached the apartment door and was about to knock when he heard the sound of a door opening next door.

“If there’s no turning back, then keep walking in the darkness; eventually, the light will come!” Qiao Su clenched her fists, as if making a silent vow in her heart.

Baron Nebiros, lord of the third level of the Abyss: How can you prove it killed its own kin with its own hands? As you said, the Children of Original Sin are highly intelligent—they are low, despicable beings who delight in lies.

“Heh, I’m just enjoying the view for now anyway. It’s not like I can take it outside…” Yang Peng said, reaching for the golden-scaled hammer.

Among them was a middle-aged man, obese and bloated. The reprimanding voice just now had come from his lips; now, he stared at Luo Jingyun lying in a pool of blood on the ground, his face full of anguish as he roared.

Su Meng considered for a moment—maybe it could work. Raising his eyes, he gazed at the large shopping mall ahead.

The silver-haired youth watched for a long time, then bent down and softly pressed a kiss to the corner of his eye, still wet with droplets, then, unsatisfied, traced his crimson tongue along it.

Fei Yan watched the boy before him, his ears flushed scarlet, his eyes flickering and unable to meet his gaze, both nervous and flustered.

That’s why the cultivation techniques of the human race are myriad and strange, each with its own strengths and weaknesses, impossible to unify.

“If you intervene, Yang Peng will be considered defeated in this bout. Besides, do you really think Chu Hantian will just stand by and let you interfere?” Leng Yanyu grabbed Chang Feng’s arm.

“Mr. Zeng Diangui, have you managed to scrape together the ransom yet? You look exhausted—not at all like the mature, steady, and talented man your young wife claims to love.” As Merlin inquired about the ransom, he couldn’t help but add a mocking jab.

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Song Yanzhao was feeling utterly ill at ease; whenever he encountered this girl before, hadn’t she always made him furious? The conditions were always a mess, driving him to distraction.

Then he saw a fair, slender hand reach out from the side and grasp the object.

In that fleeting moment of relaxation, an almost imperceptible current nudged the powerless hand floating in the water towards Captain Rama’s face.

Skold flicked his finger, and a fireball materialized out of thin air at some distance from him, shooting toward the edge of the field and vanishing the instant it touched the border.

Qin Ze carefully took the pulse, frowning from time to time. Each change in his expression tugged at the hearts of everyone in the room.

In the next round, everyone drew a card. Pick’s card was the six of clubs—his luck seemed to have finally run out.

Xu Yuzhi, clad in a blue cloak, hurried into the Jidi Inn, ignoring the greetings from friends below, went straight upstairs, and pushed open the door of the room at the far end of the corridor.

So Li Dingsi settled into the front passenger seat, while Che Yu sat at the wheel. What had been floating in her mind as an ideal abruptly crashed down to reality, leaving her at a complete loss.

The two exchanged a tangle of cryptic remarks. Having gotten the address he needed, Qin Ze waved a hand in farewell and left without looking back.

Only Zhang Chen sat quietly at the stone table, sipping his spiritual wine now and then, eyes closed as he savored its flavor.

Each time the Reaper took a step from thin air, he would reappear in place; with each flicker, he closed the distance to the ambulance by a considerable margin.

Thus, Lin Lan and Irene could only escort Shen Yi and his companion out of the villa, watching as Shen Yi drove away.

The car wound through several turns before arriving at the Chen residence. Tao Xiuying and Chen Xi, having seen him perfectly fine that morning, now panicked at the sight of his limp and immediately bombarded him with questions.

Yang Wentian watched Wang Luo reveal his talent, finding it rather odd. But he merely shrugged and said nothing more.

Tang Wanyu sprawled on the sofa, legs crossed. Her long, slender legs were exposed, the hem of her nightgown barely reaching her thighs—a blatant temptation.

“Still, I’m curious. It seems this isn’t your first time awakening a battle spirit. But you only just broke through to the Essence Transformation Realm…” Ning Chujian mused, puzzled.

Countless motes of light floated from their bodies, merging into a river of radiance that connected with the eagles soaring above, forming a truly magnificent spectacle.

“So you do remember that you were picked up by them? If you hadn’t been taken away, I’d never have touched the seabed—how could I have awakened the volcano?” Xiya retorted.

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Therefore, I’m considering developing a feature allowing players to use YY instant messaging for real-time voice chat within the game.

It had only been a few weeks, but all the old harmony had vanished, so much so that conversation would suddenly falter for no reason at all.

The more Han Zhenzi thought about it, the more she felt betrayed—by the Khitan, by the Song, by every single person she’d ever trusted.

“Does this mean Nanjing is to become the domain of Tianmen once again?” Jin Baiwan sat frowning, his eyes dark with unsteady thoughts.

“What fierce flames—this must be the work of scorching heat,” Zhan Tian observed, moved by the sight of charred remnants.

At five-thirty, the company let out on time. Ji Rou packed her things and shouldered her backpack, heading to the parking lot to wait for him.

At this moment, the Khitan Emperor Yelü Deguang was a shrewd and capable ruler. He had no faith in his own son, and intended to appoint only the worthy.

Shentu Haolong dashed into the building through thick smoke. Throughout, a sharp pain throbbed at his temple—he knew the enemy sniper had him in their sights, but he didn’t dodge, running straight toward Lin Jingde.

Provoked, I slipped away from his grasp like a fish, flipped over, palms pressed to his firm chest, my legs straddling either side of him.

“Brother Zhan, are we heading to Chengdu or going straight to Aba?” Li Ke asked, glancing at the highway sign.

With this thought, Long Yichen wrapped an arm around Nong Xining’s waist, eating a fruit she offered him.

Liu Shixian was even more shocked—so shocked she nearly called out. She had thought only the brothers Rong Qing and Rong Yang were lurking here, and that with the Meng sisters’ help, everything would proceed without a hitch, meeting little resistance.

When the Dragon Spirit carriage stopped and the Dragon Emperor stepped down carrying the Dragon Empress, everyone hurried forward to salute and offer greetings.

Xu Qianqian used illusions to ensnare him, intending to break his psychological defenses and force him to reveal his true identity, his companions’ hideouts, and their means of contact.