Chapter Thirty-Six: Trembling

"Chubby girl, will you take care of me?"

After enduring half a day, Lord Lou's pent-up anger reached its threshold. Just as he was about to erupt, he saw the chubby girl and heard her naïve declaration.

"And what will you use to support me?"

Lord Lou tilted his head, his tone tinged with mockery.

Wang Heng covered her mouth in surprise. She hadn’t expected that, amid her rambling, she would blurt out, "I’ll take care of you."

"Principal, you used to call him Bao?" Ye An looked at Principal Wang, a little taken aback.

"That’s not right. I remember it was her suggestion to go to Jinhua Temple, which led to Bai Weibi's attack..." Chen Tianyu didn’t answer, but raised his doubts instead.

As she spoke, she recalled those shameless scenes when, under the guidance of the strategist and Leo, she aggressively pursued Young Master Rong, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"If you dare say a word telling me to move out, I'll jump right now!" Beibei Qi already had both feet out, sitting on the windowsill.

"This won’t do. We must..." Ji Zeyan's words were cut short by a knock at the door. Jing Xiaoyun entered.

The system was just about to answer Bao Shiyi, but Bao Shiyi muted it, not wanting any party-pooping nonsense to ruin such a happy moment.

We entered through here as well. The earlier scene was either invisible or, if visible, had been seen before and held no novelty. I suppose Xu Lin could use this kind of magic, since Chu Ling's top could do it. If Xu Lin doesn’t use it, perhaps it’s simply because their understanding of Taoist arts differs.

Jinshi watched the redirected camera feed. The photographers and directors knew this was a shot not to be missed. The camera swept over the faces of the audience lost in the song, their eyes reddening.

As the previous contestant finished performing and the audience eagerly anticipated the next, the big screen suddenly changed, displaying a Scottish Fold cat.

Ye Ge, accompanied by Wan Yongkun and Pang Sheng, went straight to Zheng Jie’s house. He was certain Zheng Jie recognized him, and after their last cooperation, Zheng Jie would not rest until his goal was achieved. He was likely waiting to meet the medical troublemakers again.

At this hour, the streets were all but deserted, save for the occasional patrol squad of Blood Falcons.

Those black darts whistled, all striking the invisible barrier in front of Su Yang.

As she spoke, Suma instinctively glanced toward where the Twelve Blood Fangs were, hatred flashing in her eyes. If not for Lin Wei’s presence, she would have torn the creature apart with her bare hands.

Jiang Zaiyuan took a blow from Lin Yixuan to his back, stifled a groan, then struggled to his feet. Covered in dust and grime, he looked utterly disheveled. Though furious at Lin Yixuan’s treatment, he knew his own weakness made him a perfect target.

I know I was wrong back then, will you forgive me? I…I’ll kneel to you. I swear I won’t drink again.

Seeing this, Jiang Zaiyuan’s lips curled in a cold smile. With a thought, the black dragon manifestation circling above his head suddenly flashed red in its eyes, roaring angrily as it charged at Sha Polu's black storm.

Elite fighters with terrifying strength—his best friend Li Song, the foreigner David, and the electronics expert Shirley.

With Locke leaping up and slamming hard, there was a loud bang as the demon’s chest caved in, its body arching backward before finally collapsing onto the ground.

Of course, even if she had the chance, she would never want a bed a dead person had slept in. She had just seen the old man's memorial photo in the hall. Knowing was one thing, seeing was another.

She removed the diamond from her neck and asked the jeweler in the shop to appraise it, to see how much it was worth.

Oriental Chen’s father now lived in Bill’s father’s estate, warmly welcomed by Master Bai.