Volume 1, Chapter 128: As long as I draw breath, I will not let a soul lay a finger on you!

"Mmph!"
"Mmph, mmph!"
Seeing this, Du Qing and the others looked at her with immediate concern.
Xiao Junhe, standing nearby, hurried to crouch down and pull her into his arms. His face was etched with worry, and his handsome brows were tightly furrowed.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Hearing the commotion, Xiao Xingrong turned around abruptly.
"Heh, you really aren't being obedient, are you?"
Seeing Yun Mojiu collapsed on the ground, he let out a mocking sneer.
The Emperor’s flute playing was, in itself, a unique celestial melody within the Nether Palace, though unfortunately, for decades, no one had been fortunate enough to hear him perform.
My older brother did not notice at the time that the laughter of Master Wu sounded somewhat different from his usual laughter.
Zhao Yingkong rolled her eyes at him, then drew her greatsword, joining the others in preparing for battle. Meanwhile, Mosha retreated alone, and the Baba beast dropped to all fours, spitting out a crimson aura from its mouth, appearing ready to pounce at any moment.
Hu Lei nodded obediently, rose to her feet, and went to the living room to get the wine for him, though she did not bring the bottle; instead, she brought him a glass she had poured herself.
Compared to the complex minds of humans, Pokémon are far more innocent. When it comes to mates, they are not as complicated as humans; as long as they encounter a partner they feel close to and enjoy, and both are in their mating phase, they do not care much for worldly etiquette.
He clutched Tang Yichen tightly in his arms, frantically spraying healing mist over her, but the deep, piercing wound in her chest was beyond help. Li Xiaoyi could only watch helplessly as her life slipped away, his tears finally falling onto her face.
Mu Meiqing was sharp-witted; she guessed immediately that we had gone to fight those two men. As soon as she said it, the four of us fell silent, which clearly served as a tacit admission that we had indeed gone to fight.
Yousi and the others remained prostrate on the ground until the figure of the Underworld Emperor vanished, only then rising to their feet. Holding a golden scroll, Yousi led the elders, warriors, and palace maids up to the prayer altar to strike the divine bell. Everyone stood solemn and silent amidst the deep, distant tolling.
Upon arriving in Guangzhou, before the second brother and the others could even get a good look at the city, we led them straight to the airport and took a flight to Hainan.
On the steps, the man spoke a plain sentence, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if he were observing something entirely mundane.
This rented apartment was a spacious three-bedroom unit complete with a balcony, bathroom, and kitchen. It looked very comfortable, and it would surely be even more comfortable to live in.
When Abi arrived in hell, he had never imagined it would look like this. This was simply not hell—at least not the hell Abi had created. Finally, among all the worlds, there existed one that Abi had not forged.
"Head straight for the territory of the White Hand Gang." After the fourth venue was set ablaze by Molotov cocktails, Yang Fan shouted, then rode his bike directly toward the White Hand Gang’s turf.
However, what Liang Jianjun did not expect was for Yang Fan to stir up more trouble at such a critical juncture. Seeing the behavior of Yang Fan and He Yulan, Liang Jianjun did not want He Yulan to say anything more that could be used against her. He quickly pressured Yang Fan, hoping to force him into submission. After all, it was indeed wrong for Yang Fan's guardian to curse He Yulan.
His fingertip, touching the tooth marks, trembled slightly. His eyes, now restored to their former brilliance, simply stared ahead, lost in thought.
Like a story sealed in dust: the person I loved, I will not forget. I think of you on every day that brings rain or snow.
Yang Fan entered the room, and Su Meng followed. However, Su Meng immediately lay down on one of the beds, showing no intention of discussing anything with Yang Fan.
Just then, an elderly monk from Lingtai Temple, controlled by an insect parasite, soared into the sky with a face full of malice. He raised a heavy vajra pestle and brought it crashing down upon the massive, icy water dome in the center of the field.