59 Pity

That ugly scar reminded her at every waking moment of the excruciating, life-worse-than-death agony she had once endured.

Therefore, those unfortunate souls in the commercial department without background or patronage were sent to run errands outside year-round, and unless they fell seriously ill or were heavily injured, it was practically impossible for them to return to Jinshan Town.

The bronze sword trembled slightly, and a streak of sword light tore through the chaos, pulling in this exquisite mental imprint. The phantom of a giant cauldron spewed out a wisp of flowing light and swallowed the imprint in one gulp. Wisps of comprehension poured forth from the cauldron, and Xingtian Li gradually came to understand the function of this mental imprint.

Alan Zhang suddenly felt a trace of regret, thinking that keeping the person around to cultivate some affection might not be a bad idea after all.

Calculated this way, if relying purely on a salary from acting, the total pre-tax income would amount to sixty-four million won, which translated to a little over three hundred thousand.

Thus came about how the Grand Ancestor of the Burning Clan, merely as the leader of a mountainous forest tribal alliance, raised an army in the remote and barren borderlands and effortlessly seized the realm.

Just as he was about to put in a good word for the brain-eater, Karl suddenly noticed that after lunging toward the pile of garbage, the tiefling remained frozen in a stooped posture, picking up something, and stopped moving altogether.

People suffering from illness are the most devoid of a sense of security—this was something Karl had heard from some popular science video or another.

She cast a glance at Qixia beside her, then donned a veiled hat to conceal her face, preparing to leave.

Within the realm of consciousness, the system panel showed that the side quest marked as 'completed' now had an additional entry: 'Compete in lightness skills against a master of lightness skills and win.'

Frowning, he still gripped his sword and lunged fiercely at Liu Sixi once more. Yet before he could even get close to Liu Sixi, his vision began to blur, a sudden wave of darkness invaded his eyes, and he collapsed straight down to the ground.

"Understood!" Fu You acknowledged. A moment later, the sound of hoofbeats echoed from outside as someone rode ahead to return to the Crown Prince's Mansion with a message.

The maidservants in the hall acknowledged the order and extinguished the candles in the inner chambers one by one. Before long, the grand hall was plunged into dimness, save for a single glimmer of faint candlelight remaining in the outer hall.

The blood-colored spear transformed from the wave of blood pierced straight toward his throat without encountering the slightest obstruction.

No emotion could be discerned on his face, yet his eyes clearly expressed something, as if they held nothing at all.

For the half-minute that she had walked into the quiet restroom corridor where she wouldn't disturb anyone, the ringing had continued relentlessly.

"Liu Meng, don't." Lin Anru grabbed Liu Meng by her side, feeling deeply worried. Fortunately, Liu Meng had not let her head grow hot with impulse.

Hearing this, Song Sijia said nothing, and Ju Tan did not extend another invitation, which completely dispelled the very last shred of hesitation in Song Sijia's mind.

To be honest, Ye Ziyi had been jolted awake by the noise. Listening to the occasional sound of human voices coming from outside, her sleepiness vanished entirely. Opening her eyes to gaze at the cyan canopy of the bed above, it took her a long time to realize that she had returned to the Young Master's Mansion.

A black spear abruptly flew from the hand of Sirius, hurtling with furious speed toward Qin Ming's direction. An Lushan's pupils contracted; he threw himself across to block it, and in an instant, a mist of blood vaporized. His legs went weak, and he vomited a mouthful of crimson. Before he could utter any final words to his young master, his bright eyes gradually dimmed and lost focus.

Lying and deceiving had never been her strong suit. Although she knew it was a well-intentioned white lie, she still could not bring herself to say it, so she pinned her hopes on Li Junxiu, the man who claimed to be her "substitute husband."

The Lin family was currently plagued by financial troubles, and the three billion in funds had been obtained by Lin Shiya as a commercial bank loan for the family.

The white socks were stained with drop by drop of red liquid, slowly merging into a large patch. Nancy twisted around to look behind her—just as she thought, it hurt this much.

Li Dian also realized he had been overly emotional, so he picked up the glass of water intended for Lai Yang, took a large gulp himself, put on his glasses, and said.

Yet what was the result? This fellow simply withdrew without a word, not giving anyone a moment to ask questions.

"Hey, big guy, since your great god isn't coming, they sent you instead. Can you handle it?" Jiang Xiaoxiao, who was driving, asked Song Dabao to make conversation.

Wish could not figure out whether she was being cruel to Li Junxiu, or Li Junxiu was being cruel to her, or perhaps they were each other's cruelty.

Lai Yang immediately dialed her number, asked her to add Tianjing on WeChat, and requested her help in arranging a date for him to visit Disneyland together tomorrow afternoon.

Watching the people beside him successively summon their escaping lights and fly inward while he could only watch helplessly from the ground, Qin Ming could not help but smile bitterly.

The crowd discussed animatedly. When the energy fluctuations of the Tattrol Snow Mountain displayed on the electronic screen grew increasingly intense, a young man wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt sitting at the head of the table stood up.

At this moment, the divine artifact fragments in Yang Fan's inventory were practically endless. Even after upgrading all his divine artifacts to the ninth tier, Yang Fan still had a large number of divine artifact fragments left over.

The atmosphere in the hall at this moment was practically congealed, and even the spiritual Qi was in a state of volatile agitation.

Although the alchemy process was cumbersome, through the deduction of the Immortal Wheel Eye, Ye Chen easily grasped the essence of refining the Soul Spirit Pill. Every step of the alchemy proceeded in an orderly fashion, and coupled with his profound-tier soul, he did not feel too much pressure.

Worried about Li Hao's safety, Zhao Tiehu stepped forward to hold Li Hao back and nodded at Xu Jin beside him. Xu Jin was a veteran king forged in special operations, and his ability to adapt to circumstances far surpassed Li Hao's; it was much more appropriate for him to lead people to capture Li Jiakui.

At this moment, numerous buyers had gathered around the gaming capsules, mostly homebodies, social elites, white-collar workers, and some seventeen or eighteen-year-old students, but even more surprisingly, youths around Yang Fan's age.

After stepping down from the hot air balloon, I informed the group about the fault line I had discovered along with my deductions, and then everyone hurried along on our journey once more.