Chapter 105: Shattered His Joy

Lin Hui, crouched on the floor picking up his SIM card, froze for a long moment. Only after a while did he slowly stand up, walk over to Fang Wenxuan, pick up his luggage, and begin placing his clothes into the wardrobe one by one.

"Don't touch my clothes. I find you filthy." Fang Wenxuan walked over, shoved Lin Hui’s hand away, threw his clothes back into the wardrobe haphazardly, and stormed out with his wallet, phone, and keys.

Lin Hui wanted to chase after him, but decided it was better to let Fang Wenxuan cool off while he was still furious. He took the clothes Fang Wenxuan had tossed aside, pressed each one carefully, and neatly arranged them in the closet.

The shipboard AI’s first sentence had been unremarkable, but the second left Bai Ye stunned.

The escape route had been treacherous, with landslides and tremors, and they were constantly harassed by venomous snakes, leaving the group utterly exhausted.

One of the supreme techniques of the Southern Sorcery, it involved insects born in the affected areas, each possessing a unique toxicity. Every poison was notoriously difficult to neutralize, let alone a mixture of them; simply identifying them was a challenge in itself.

Even so, Ma Chi was heavily restricted during his duel with Zhan Ying. Everyone present could see that Ma Chi was clearly at a disadvantage, fighting with his hands tied.

Jiang Yanliu slowly raised the Whistle of the Sky. His hand above trembled and struggled, and as he lifted the whistle, thousands of palms broke free from the constraints of time and surged upward.

With this in mind, Yu Hui’s security arrangements at the magistrate’s office that night were loose on the outside and tight on the inside, a clever deception.

Zhou Wang immediately thought of his aunt, and before the word "steamed bun" could even cross his mind, his stomach let out a loud growl.

The night was quiet. Zhou Wang drifted into a hazy sleep while hooked up to an IV. He had expected some kind of conflict, whether open or covert—he thought Bureau Chief Li or Bureau Chief Feng would come to the station to air their grievances and try to buy time—but there was no movement at all.

From time to time, he would change his gait, moving sideways, crawling, or even rolling forward and sideways, trying his best to break his own behavioral patterns.

Seeing how much she was struggling, Xu Luo stood up quickly, leaned against the suitcase, and helped her push it inside.

Red was very fashionable now; having a red top for one’s wedding was considered quite respectable.

He had finally broken through to the mid-stage of the innate realm. With his current strength, he had nothing to fear even when facing a late-stage innate expert.

The reason they hadn't added Cao Kun on WeChat was likely because they already had boyfriends, and those boyfriends were in the same finance class.

Harry looked at the ticket in his hand and emphasized, "That’s exactly what it says on my train ticket."

Everyone could see that the armor worn by Gao Zhixiang and his five companions was armed to the teeth; no matter how they were attacked, their defenses remained unbreakable.

For Zhang Jun to go to such lengths, it must have been for some high-ranking official from the provincial government, perhaps to support his academic journal or provide full backing for his research.

He pointed to the white bag in the corner and said, "Help me fill the incubator in the workshop with the fertilizer; the flower pots need it too."

Yet, looking at Li Chengqian before him, he felt an urge to take off his shoe and smack it directly onto Li Chengqian’s face.

Unfortunately, before he could finish his sentence, Chen Hai slapped him on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.

When had he become a father? Hadn't Xue Lin told him that although he wanted children, she had been unable to conceive?

There were also soldiers with severe disabilities who served as instructors in various villages, organizing the young men for training during the off-season. In their daily lives, these instructors doubled as propagandists and intelligence agents, promoting the policies of the Desolate Kingdom and rallying the people under its banner, especially under the banner of Xiao Mo.

Grabbing a leftover steamed bun from the basket, Yao Tie glanced at her sideways. Ignoring her vicious words, he simply said, "None of your damn business!" and strode away.

Because Jiaoniang’s words just now had completely ignited their passion. Those who understood knew exactly what the "ice silk" she mentioned could do. The help from the divine Ice Silkworm was secondary, but the power of the ice silk itself had everyone in a frenzy; these were top-tier weapons.