Volume 1, Chapter 35: Explicit Photographs

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Lin Beibei: "Once we finish this round, I will give you moderator permissions."
Aside from Sister Bandit, who hadn't been around for days, she couldn't trust a single person in this livestream.
However, Alphabet Brother was the highest-leveled member here and had spent the most money on her, so she certainly had to give him some face first.
Across the screen, A-Feng was heartbroken that he hadn't won the confession, but it pained him even more to see Young Master Qin personally enter the opposing side to gift sports cars and help them win.
A-Feng clutched his chest again, his face twisted in agony as he spoke: "Young Master Qin, you..."
In the inherited memories of the Chongming Bird, even the Yinglong was its companion, so having a Green Dragon friend didn't seem particularly strange.
The robot's attacks were relentless, and with its towering frame and superior strength, the white fox was forced to retreat step by step.
Therefore, what I need to do now is find an opportunity to track these Onmyoji and locate their stronghold.
Zhang Zhaosong returned to the coffee table, pulled a Furongwang cigarette from the pack, and sniffed it, his eyes fixed squarely on the fat policeman.
Nearby, Yan Muyu and the undead Xie Hanchao were still sizing each other up, seemingly in no rush to strike.
Without a word, Bai Gu leaned against the edge of the table. His face, backlit, hid an indescribable expression in the shadows, unwilling to let Jean Grey see it.
Back in the courtyard, having consumed the Saint Demon Core, the Chongming Bird had spontaneously entered a state of cultivation.
A graceful figure emerged from the darkness, fluttering in white—it was Liu Yuehan, the Ruling Deacon of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance.

"Hello, Sister Lin, my name is Yang Xue." Yang Xue hurried to stand and extend her hand, though her expression was somewhat dim.
Of course, this state of mind for Liu Sanshi had a great deal to do with his personal relationship with Xing Zijian.
"It’s fine. Once you reach Luoyang, I’ll take you to level up and make up for the progress you’ve lost," Gu Ting comforted him.
Zhenzhen got out of bed and shouted, "Mom, she didn't say that! Don't go looking for her, none of you go looking for her! I won't have the surgery, I don't need her to donate her bone marrow, and I don't want Brother Yang to marry her!" Having said this, she crouched on the floor, covering her face and weeping.
In this scene, standing in stark contrast to the worried-looking ministers was Princess Changning herself. Her hair was piled high, her attire was opulent, and she lounged lazily on the main seat, a cup in one hand, embodying a life of unbridled indulgence.
Inside the hall of the Luoyang City Lord's Mansion, the City Lord stroked his goatee incessantly, his eyes fixed on the entrance. All trace of the cunning merchant from moments ago was gone; the old man put on such a self-righteous act that it made Gu Ting and the others want to laugh.
Her handbag had been left in the car, and she hadn't brought her phone. Finally, she didn't have to fear it ringing and being checked up on, yet she still couldn't feel at ease.
Xiyue looked up and saw Erqing standing at the door. Startled, she quickly rose to welcome her.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed, her hands tightened, and before anyone could notice, two darts flew toward Ouyang Hao’s position.
When Nie Meiping and Nie Meiqin arrived near the restaurant, Zhao Jingdong and Zhou Ruijie had actually only just gone in, having only ordered their stir-fried dishes and were still waiting.
"Don't be like that, Boss. I'm already here—even if I left, do you have the atmosphere to keep going?" Lian Ruoxi waved her hand and strolled in boldly.
Kaxiu felt his scalp tingle. They weren't asking how many he would buy, but how many he had... Good heavens, a Tier-1 battleship—even if you added up all the ones in the entire Oversight Bureau, there wouldn't be more than a few dozen.
On the way to that mansion, Lin Yi called his master first, and afterward, he chattered on to us for quite a while about his situation.
Tossing and turning in bed, my mind filled with wild thoughts, I suddenly felt a pressing need to urinate. I put on my shoes, got out of bed, and headed for the outhouse. Outside the room, walking toward the outhouse, Grandpa was still thinking about what the whip had told him.

As Grandpa found himself becoming more and more awkward, the front gate suddenly creaked. Then, the figure of the Martial Aunt appeared. Grandpa immediately felt as if he had seen a savior, quickly cutting off his words and rushing to greet her.
Of course, the Four-Colored Dragons were rather reclusive; counting on them to provide real-time updates on internal news and events was a lost cause.
By this time, he could almost conclude that killing monsters in the Dragon Realm likely wouldn't yield finished flying swords or magical treasures, but only various materials.
"Forget it. Whatever these things are, they saved us at least, and they are targeting those Fallen ones too—we’re on the same side! And by the looks of it, these things must be very powerful. The Fallen ones are in for it now!" said someone lying on the ground.
Hearing this, Debudao was about to retort, only to see an incredible sight: all his subordinates had collapsed, and Qing Feng was already standing beside Liu Dong and the others.
Moreover, within the sea of consciousness, no techniques could be used, and one had to rely solely on the strength of the soul to fight. How could Zhao Xuan’s soul compare to that of the old monster opposite him, even if the opponent was just a remnant soul?
Although the true energy in Qing Feng's body was suppressed and he was severely wounded, the power of this punch was still not to be underestimated.
Tang Xiao felt as if he were in a boundless desert, where, as the wind rose, countless gusts of sand roared toward him.
When Li Zi-yuan answered Guo Laosan, he deliberately emphasized the words "younger sister" when mentioning his younger brother and sister. He believed that the meaning behind his words would surely be understood by Guo Laosan, who was clearly no ordinary man, but a crafty and cunning old fox.
Lan Youming was stunned now—truly stunned. First, he had been struck hard by the Nine Heavens Thunder, and then he was trapped within the Wood Leaf Barrier, suffering endless corrosion. The sheer agony of it nearly caused him to faint from pain.