Chapter 42: How to Choose

Xiao Fan, however, was not idle at this moment. He intended to seize this opportunity to eliminate the mercenaries lurking in the shadows, as only then would he be at ease.

"Fine, get out of here. Just keep an eye on Lin Weiwei. I have my own way of handling this matter; you just need to stick to your story and never admit to anything!" After Zhou Zihao finished speaking irritably, he flicked his hand and tossed his phone away.

Following the nurse's instructions, I put on a mask and stepped forward, one pace at a time. The nurse made room for me to sit down, but when I reached out to hold her hand, she pulled away.

Liang Rou had seen Nie Yan lose his temper before, and the last time he had resorted to violence, the target was also Tang Qin.

So, what kind of relationship did he have with Bo Jingchen and Zhu Haonan? Su Qingyu could not help but let her mind wander.

"Okay, I’ll send you Michael Scofield's contact information in a bit. I have other things to attend to, so I need to get back to work," Ye Jun said in a busy tone over the phone.

"Xiao Fan, what exactly does the Prophet mean?" Linda, having sensed that something was amiss with the Prophet, turned to ask Xiao Fan.

Su Hao had a feeling that even if a late-stage Xiantian warrior appeared, he could hold his own against them. Of course, this couldn't be generalized—it would be different if it were a genius warrior from one of the major factions—but it was clear that breaking through to the Xiantian realm had greatly enhanced his strength.

When Lu Jingxing had his accident, she was so anxious she didn't even have time to apply his medicine. That made sense, after all; they had been hanging out for four or five years, yet back then, he barely exchanged two words with her even when they met.

Xiao Feng took her phone, gave it a quick glance, and felt his head throb with irritation. He handed the phone back to Minako.

Someone capable of being a guest of honor for the Liqiu Gods was effectively a god-like existence; no amount of reverence was too much. Those who had originally wanted to persuade Zhu Tianpeng to stay dared not speak another word, fearing they might offend Old Zhu.

"Don't worry, if the officials don't come in a couple of days, it will be fine. You don't need to be so anxious. With so many people on the street, how can one walk without bumping into someone?" Seeing Zigua's reaction, the shopkeeper's wife assumed he was afraid.

Liu Yong stepped forward to help Dong He up and invited him to the seat of honor, treating him with the utmost warmth and the highest level of hospitality.

Fang Yi sighed inwardly. The gap in cultivation realms was truly immense; the Sub-Saint was too powerful. Even with all his techniques, it was difficult to inflict any damage on someone at that level.

Xu Feng's brow twitched. He found it hard to believe that Xiang Hao could fight his father and actually gain the upper hand.

"Hmph! You have no right to be unconvinced. Can you even imagine the significance of this mirror? To say nothing else, with this mirror alone, Gu Yuyi could fight one of the Eight Kings for a quarter of an hour without necessarily losing," the cold voice of the master artisan surnamed Xu rang out.

Yet they still attacked, hoping to stall Luo Huang for a while so that Xiao Lulu could finish off that arrogant Qin family lackey and come to rescue Jiang Yu.

Several times, Fang Yi had to confront the shells head-on, and his body suffered some impacts, but his physical constitution was tough enough that he was mostly unharmed.

Sure enough, upon hearing these words, Zhou Shen clenched his fists until they cracked; it was clear he was reaching his breaking point. But after staring at Shili Die for a few seconds, he suddenly laughed—a wild, arrogant laugh.

The crowd remained indifferent, mostly pretending not to see him. Even Lu Siyuan, who held a grudge against Han Fei, did not want to be associated with Zhong Xiaoyun now, lest he be dragged into the mess.

Moreover, was there anything more satisfying than aiming a sickle at the wealthy to reap them?

Those netizens who were reveling in the chaos without ever verifying the facts had completely inverted the timeline, spreading rumors just for the sake of hurling more insults at him.

Han Fei suppressed the hostility that unconsciously leaked from his brow. With a blank expression on his face, he grabbed his bag and walked into the living room.

At that moment, he was at a café outside the Lighthouse Intelligence Bureau, meeting his old friend, Troubel.

Shi Ye looked into her eyes. In those deep, night-like black pupils, there was a form of affection that was both direct and unreserved.

Individually, these territories seemed ordinary, much like Ximu Laine, but when viewed together, it was a different story.

Their expressions were haggard, and their eyes revealed a deep sense of numbness and helplessness. Long-term malnutrition had left their skin sallow.

Glancing at the broadcasting equipment set up nearby, Su Bai straightened his clothes and stepped into the frame.

Her people did not blame her; they all longed for freedom. She and her mother would surely be able to lead the Merman tribe to break free from these sunless days and topple the Heavenly Emperor from his throne.

After saying this, the two stared fixedly at Qiong Qi. Qiong Qi did not make any moves for the moment, simply pacing back and forth while watching them.

To Chen Fan's surprise, compared to the previous cacophony of a hundred beasts, the forest before him was deathly silent.

More importantly, according to his claims, Mythic Investment now controlled the three major families and other forces in Tiannan, which meant they no longer had anything to fear.

Tantai Mingyue had some capability to have accumulated so many Blood Crystal Cards in such a short time as a freshman.

At this time, it was estimated that the fighting between Zhao Wuji and the others, such as Matsushita and Tang Songtian, had nearly concluded.

Niu Mang swept a glance at Chen Fan beside him and, noticing that his reaction was completely different from before, furrowed his brows in secret.

I groaned inwardly. It wasn't so much about hesitation as it was fear—fear of the system's punishment. I couldn't concern myself with romance right now; as long as the veil wasn't completely pierced, I couldn't afford to care too much about it. I kept asking myself why I liked Yan Xiu, over and over again.

Upon hearing this, several of them rolled their eyes. With a guy like you around, how could we possibly panic?

After all, the universe was the most mysterious and longed-for place in the heart of any scientist. The vast galaxy was like a mysterious veil, filling scientists throughout history with curiosity.

There were many fun things to do in Daya Bay, after all, it was by the sea! There were countless projects, enough to dazzle anyone.

Since the start of the semester, Liang Dong hadn't entered the Endless Sea of Forest many times. Though he had accumulated some academic credits, he had subsequently spent them all.

The physician's efficiency was quite high; within the time it took to burn an incense stick, he had brought back a mage. The man wore Taoist robes, his hair was tied up, he held a horsetail whisk, and his long beard gave him a very imposing air.

Of course, precisely because he hadn't fully recovered, Wuming often sat in a wheelchair, mainly to prevent his leg ailment from worsening and affecting his recovery, especially after riding all night.