117 Lecturing the Mutated Beast (Please subscribe!)

"Is there anyone else around you?"
"Just me."
"I’m going to tell you a secret about Wild Boar No. 1, but you must promise not to tell a second soul."
"What Wild Boar No. 1? Do you mean Piggy?"
Yin Miaomiao paused. "Piggy?"
"Yes, that’s what I call him. Go on?"
Yin Miaomiao told Chen Anquan everything about the Wild Boar No. 1 incident.
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"Damn it."
In the end, the weight in Li Xian's heart finally thudded to the ground. His tightly clenched hands loosened in helplessness, and he stood rooted to the spot with a pale expression. He recalled the bits and pieces of his time with Xu Xuan; so much had happened in the less than a month since they confessed their feelings.
Su Mu understood immediately; it was most likely usury, or else no interest rate could climb so terrifyingly.

Immersed in his own arrogance, he paid no mind to the tickle-like actions of the human ants.
The three-hundred-meter distance was as short as walking from the door of Duan Mo’s rented room to his bed—in just three steps, they had arrived in front of the stone bridge. Four enemies had been waiting for a long time, wearing enthusiastic smiles as they lured them into the trap, just waiting for a volley of gunfire to send Duan Mo to the heavens.
However, I do have 94 potential points after all; if nothing unexpected happens, I should be able to upgrade both of them once.
Then, after casting a faint glance at these people, Chu Nan immediately lifted his feet and, step by step, walked from the air directly in front of Zhao Moyang and the others under their watchful gazes.
Everyone knows the efficiency of the police; when encountering such trivial matters, it’s hard to say if they’ll even bother to dispatch anyone.
Seeing the moment she committed suicide, Ye Moxuan was furious, but at this moment, seeing her panicked and helpless eyes, his heart ultimately softened.
But none of this had anything to do with Duan Mo; his gaze shifted constantly, searching for traces of the Overlord.
While everyone else wore expressions of shock, only Qu Zhongjian looked somewhat dejected; he quietly clenched his fists and said nothing.
Dark Sol’s words were filled with anger. Wang Zhi-ran knew he was acting out of shame and rage because his true colors had been exposed by Hyatt.
No one could see his face, but they could see his back, which was trembling slightly.
Therefore, at this moment, even though Wang Hu was being desperately tortured by Ye Xian, none of them could get up to fight Ye Xian.

The youngest sword was still in its youth, the acne on its face bright and red; the pitch-black night could not drown out that vitality and spirit unique to a young man.
Just as Lin Feng was deep in thought, his phone rang. When he looked, it was Meng Xuewu.
The imperial physician was startled, stuttering for a long time without being able to form a complete sentence.
It was no wonder that the area around the vast silver fence seemed completely deserted.
Furthermore, the doctors discovered that all of Ye Xian’s vital signs were normal, yet they were utterly baffled as to why he had fallen into a coma. After consulting with one another, they finally decided that it was best to wake Ye Xian up as quickly as possible.
Such a piercing scream and expressions of horror appeared on the faces of those in the distance. Even some of the retainers of the Siqi family, who were usually filled with excitement, pride, and honor, were occasionally shocked into a daze, to say nothing of the others.
Although times had changed, seeing that expression on Ling Su’s face still made Jin Liunian feel a pang of heartache. Pacing back and forth, he ultimately found himself trapped in a self-imposed prison, confined within a strange cycle of his own making.
Mu Zihan pulled a veil from his robe and handed it to Li Wuxin. After she put it on, his gaze lingered on her long dress.