Chapter 137: Caught in the Web 17

Yan Jinxi was still dawdling in the car, showing no intention of driving. As she turned her head, Mo Qinghan caught sight of He Zheyu through the window, scanning the crowd not far away. She hurriedly shrank down into her seat and whispered, "Jinxi, can we just have a spontaneous getaway? Please, stop stalling!"

Seeing Mo Qinghan’s impatience, Yan Jinxi adjusted her glasses without a word and slammed her foot onto the accelerator. Before Mo Qinghan could react, the car surged forward.

After driving for a stretch, Yan Jinxi noticed something strange: for a trip, Mo Qinghan hadn't brought a single suitcase, only a kraft paper document envelope in her hand. Things were surely not as simple as they seemed.

The three avatars of Sea Toad Son were all formidable existences, each capable of holding their own. Had the Heart-Bathing Buddha not preemptively summoned the Heavenly Sound Buddha Wings, they likely wouldn't have survived three moves against the three of them combined.

Before Ye Shaoxuan could reply, Su Yueqing personally pried his mouth open and stuffed the last remaining candied hawthorn into it.

Before Li Zixiao could even see who it was, Ling Yue grabbed his arm, pulling his gaze back toward her.

That year, her mother passed away due to illness. As the steward of the Han family, her father received permission from Master Han to bring her into the household to be raised. The day she entered the Han residence was the very day his mother abandoned him and left the house.

Since she had emerged from the Opening Desert Ruins, if Ye Shaoxuan brought her along, the success rate of finding treasures within the ruins would undoubtedly be much higher.

To Qian Hao, Gao Min’s anger served as an emotional catalyst. Her slight trembling caused her chest to heave rhythmically, making her breasts sway irregularly—a sight that made Qian Hao’s eyes itch and his heart race, leaving him desperate to pin her onto the desk.

This was the old district of B City, mostly comprised of buildings slated for demolition. The environment was dilapidated and sparsely populated, inhabited only by wandering thugs and beggars; the level of chaos was self-evident.

"We have to leave immediately," Blood-Stained said, digging a piece of shrapnel from Yong Ge’s body. "Head north this time."

Teased by the look in Li Zixiao’s eyes, Tong Yanxin’s pretty face turned as red as a ripe apple.

Feng Jiao truly couldn't fathom who would want to harm her. She was a newcomer to Bianjing and had made no enemies—no, perhaps there was Ye Zhen? But could Ye Zhen really have such capability? She pondered to herself until the carriage curtain was pulled aside, revealing Ye Meng’s face.

The Golden Hoop Immortal was struggling against the Mosquito Daoist, but the Cloud Immortal arrived shortly after. As a master at the level of a quasi-sect leader, even the Great Emperor Ziwei held him in deep awe; the Mosquito Daoist had no choice but to flee a thousand miles away.

"Young Master Ling, Lu Yaoyao was my former fiancée, and our relationship now is anything but ordinary. Are you certain you want to marry her?" Chen Xiuyuan stared intently into the man’s eyes, setting down his cup.

This imagination didn't take on a tangible form for A-Ruo until the next day, when she saw the battle report transmitted from Kiler.

"No, I just suddenly craved yogurt, so I came out to buy some and take a walk." The noisy sounds of a supermarket came from Shanshan’s end of the line.

Even experts who specialized in the cultivation of noble spirit rarely mastered the divine techniques of that realm; most could only create an energy field of righteousness to resist and dissipate the encroachment of baleful spirits.

In fact, the story of this short film was quite simple—it was merely the most widely circulated tale of the "Jade" Maneki-neko, with the only difference being the sentimental scenes added at the end.

Will’s hand paused, the silver teacup he had just lifted hanging in mid-air for a moment before he spoke indifferently, "Come in." He then slowly brought the cup to his lips and took a sip, suddenly feeling that this Darjeeling black tea from the southwest of the Caesar Empire didn't taste as rich or mellow as before.

After a month of observation, Zhao Zhengce felt quite proud of these fifth-generation overseas students, as many among them had achieved extraordinary things—one could even describe their futures as boundless.

Fortunately, his clothing was a magical artifact of convenience; otherwise, he would have inevitably staged a live erotic performance in broad daylight.