Volume 1, Chapter 24: The Villainous Siblings in a Protagonist-Centered Novel 4

Slender fingers brushed gently against the cat’s neck, and as expected, they touched something hard.

When his fingers reached behind him, Shi Peiming’s blood boiled; he clamped down tightly. Outside, a series of thunderclaps tore across the night sky of Nancheng, leading everyone to believe the zombies were evolving once more.

“Your Majesty, these constant natural disasters are a sign of the heavens. We must follow the celestial will and avoid any rash military action,” Fang Xuanling said, glancing at Li Er before speaking again.

For a time, an endless barrage of insults, mockery, and curses directed at Voldemort filled the air.

In such an environment, compounded by Zhang Xinyu’s suggestive tone, Jiang Ying’s face flushed red as she restlessly rubbed her legs together.

After the incident, he had specifically investigated Qiao Xiaoxiao. Upon doing so, he discovered she had committed numerous violations of school rules and regulations. By all rights, her homeroom teacher should have disciplined her long ago, yet he had received no information regarding any such disciplinary action.

Anduin saw that Hogger’s mental state was quite high at the moment; he was staring at him with eyes as wide as a husky looking at a leather sofa it was dying to tear apart. Ugh, thinking about it like that was actually a bit chilling.

Just as Dujuan stepped out the door, a maid from the Bai household arrived to pass on a message: Liu Yunchan did not need to come and pay her respects. She said the concubine was attending to her, she had taken her medicine, and after breaking into a sweat, she felt much better.

Seeing his pale complexion, weary expression, and rapid, labored breathing, Chu Lanzhi realized that even speaking seemed to cause him pain, as if his throat were being torn. She reached out to touch his forehead, but the heat forced her to pull her hand back instantly.

Zijing was different; although she appeared cold, she was, in reality, a powder keg waiting to be ignited.

Qin Balian had one hand behind his back, while the other hung at his side, flicking the blood from his dagger with a slight tremor.

Almost subconsciously, Lu Yao’s body reacted faster than her brain, and she immediately turned to leave.

Steward Huang nodded. “This thing shouldn’t exist in this time and space. Using it in large quantities will likely invite unnecessary trouble, so this old servant does not advise it.”

After all, this method could stabilize internal unrest while simultaneously repelling external threats; it could be called the best of both worlds.

The agent lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong. With his delicate features and submissive demeanor, he easily elicited a sense of maternal protection.

“You say you’ve already met the owner of the incense shop? Was the person a man or a Taoist priest?” Lu Yao frowned. Had she been impersonated?

Lin Ti had come over to hang out. They had originally planned to go shopping, but once they arrived, neither felt like going out, so they curled up on the living room sofa, each occupied with their own devices.

Su Zhengnan, meanwhile, returned home, took a shower, and collapsed into bed, paying no mind to the subsequent box office results.

“Is this your true strength… Royal Brother?” Zhao Yan whispered, his heart surging with waves of shock, his gaze gradually becoming entranced.

At this moment, the experts and prodigies of all races, having regained their senses, looked at the fragments of the Heavenly Dao stele and ultimately had no choice but to accept the reality.

From the mainland? Lin Xiao immediately thought of Qian Sanmao. Qian Sanmao had pulled off such schemes in Dongling, and now that he was in Myanmar, there was no way he would stop. After all, those engaged in this trade were not like street vendors selling oranges or apples—they were everywhere.

The pain from being knocked back still lingered, and the world before his eyes began to blur, but Qiming continued to throw punch after punch until the green silhouette in front of him finally turned gray, continuing for quite some time.

“How can you say that? I don’t even know these people; how could I be in league with them?” the black bandit argued in his own defense.

Shen Nian squinted, dazed, and raised her hand to look for her phone. No sooner had her arm moved than it was pinned down by another.

Yet, Bai Roujing’s attitude was dismissive; perhaps because she had gained so much from the dual-cultivation technique, she had long forgotten how arduous this path of cultivation truly was.

Teeth bit unceremoniously into her lips, then sucked upon them, like a greedy hunter biting into prey that had fallen into a trap.

He had memories from when he was four or five years old. Back then, his mother was very good to him, cooking delicious food every day and telling him stories at night, painting a beautiful picture of the life they would lead once his father brought them home. Although he had never met his father, from his mother’s descriptions, his father was a gentle man.

Even so, he endured many hardships, but in the end, he achieved the right result, attaining the status of the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

“Beer or liquor? Take your pick.” Sang Ning stared at Sang Youming, a cold arc curling her lips.

Huo Muyuan knelt below, with Baili Qi and his other accomplices bound tightly beside him.

Duli blankly caught the jade pendant, a look of despair on his face. He watched the direction in which Angel had departed for a long time before letting out a long sigh and walking away, dejected.

It was a deep and lingering kiss, just a gentle touch of the lips, like God kissing an angel, without a hint of malice.

Given the current trend, he clearly had the potential to surpass him, so it was not without reason that Manager Wang had always viewed Tang Shaoxuan as his number-one rival at DDB.

They had followed Ashina Jiemo to the training field and stood on the sidelines, while Ashina Jiemo, as if he had something to say, had walked to the center of the field, ten yards away.

The most mysterious place was the Western Region Mountain Range, home to many prehistoric beasts and the enigmatic Ten Great Families of the Western Regions, each occupying their own territory.

However, Chang Xian and Wang Shan guarded the cave entrance firmly; Chang Xian wielded a long whip and with a single strike, forced it back into its original form.

Before the words had even faded, the golden eagle circling high in the sky suddenly shrieked, as if bound by something, and plummeted into the forest.

As the sun set and night fell, shrouding Seoul, the darkness instantly transformed the city into a metropolis of light. It was dazzling and beautiful everywhere, yet Tang Feng could not feel happy at all.

Looking at the antique clock on the white wall, ah, it was just in time for the Fu family’s breakfast.

By this account, Lin Yumeng truly possessed many treasures; once exposed, any one of them could invite a fatal calamity.

“He has successfully absorbed the Fire Spirit Fruit.” It was the voice of the middle-aged monk, low and slow, like an ancient bell tolling—each sound dull and powerful.

With five muffled thuds, Li Yi retreated rapidly. Once he stopped, he frowned at the five wooden dummies, lost in deep thought.