Chapter 54: He Ruined His Wife, Now Let's See Where He Cries

[It doesn't really look like it. I see a gnashing-of-teeth expression on the snow wolf's face. It doesn't look like it's tearing down its own home, but rather destroying a rival in love's house.]
[I get that feeling too. The way the snow wolf slammed the door and walls looked so fake, with not a trace of hesitation on its face—that's pure, unadulterated zeal for demolition.]
[Ahem, is there any possibility that the snow wolf had no idea this was his own room?]

Jiang Si looked at these barrage comments, feeling as though they were mocking his intelligence.
He...
He thought to himself that she was different from him. His hands were stained with bright red blood, and he had grown up in the darkness where even breathing felt like a struggle; but she was different.

While Old Madam Ji was overjoyed that the Crown Prince had an heir, she also heard that Wu Yun's girl had not yet recovered. She meant no harm, merely inquiring out of concern.

That moment referred to when Lan Qing'er suddenly lowered her eyes and fell silent after he had calmly and indifferently stated that Xuan Yuanzun wished nothing more than for him to die.

After all, although he had encountered opportunities these past few days and his cultivation could be considered to have progressed with astonishing speed, compared to a master of the Heavenly King tier, his meager level of cultivation was still far from sufficient.

He needed to rely on the array pattern inheritances of countless predecessors, slowly pondering and comprehending them, before finally forging an array pattern inheritance that belonged exclusively to him.

Looking once more at the beauty in the portrait, who unexpectedly bore a striking resemblance to Ruoxi, Xianglian fiercely crumpled the portrait into a ball, gripping it tightly in her hand. Her expression shifted rapidly at that moment, her eyes filled with gloom.

By this time, Su Can had finally calmed down from the excitement of "Taobao," and his primary concern naturally turned to the current predicament facing the two of them.

It seemed that Old Liu the Third was also terrified that he and his men would be treated as discarded pawns, which was why he maintained a guard against Liu Qiang. However, this happened to play right into their hands.

The combat power and talent displayed by Su Mu were simply too astonishing. Given time, Su Mu would inevitably become the supreme martial artist of the pugilistic world. The Lei family and the Duan family would sooner or later become obstacles to Su Mu reaching the pinnacle; how could Su Mu possibly refrain from striking?

Every year following the S-series tournament came the time for the ranking system to settle its accounts. Often, this time of year was a battleground for solo-queue legends, where the top-ranked players across various servers became the center of attention.

Even on the internet, praise far exceeded anything seen in the past. Many people left messages saying that as long as Eternal tried its best, the outcome—whether success or failure—ultimately mattered not.

When a person is at their most helpless, it is precisely when they feel lost and bewildered. And right at that moment, Mo Yi was probably experiencing his utmost bewilderment.

"There's no major issue anymore. Dealing with a few small fry won't hurt my bones and muscles!" A trace of warmth flashed across Li Yushuo's cold, icy eyes as he shook his head and spoke softly.

"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile, after all, we are aiming for the championship." Yue Baifeng was uncharacteristically lacking in modesty at this moment.

"Go ahead and speak, there are no outsiders here. Whatever the reason may be, I will accept it." My tone had also softened considerably.

"Following destiny with an untroubled mind?" Leng Ningshuang repeated the phrase several times before a sudden brightness flashed in her eyes. Then, she cast a shy glance toward Fang Dong. That bashfulness was entirely natural, miraculously devoid of its usual seductive and alluring charm, revealing instead the truest, purest modesty.

Li Ziming woke up in the middle of the night, but his circulation of internal energy did not cease on account of it. He felt like a mere bystander, watching the passage of vital Qi within his own body.

"They claimed to be police officers. The situation was critical at the time, so we let them in. Who would have thought they would drug our food, and thus..." One of Wang Baoquan's guards, flushing red with a mixture of shame and fury, rushed to answer Zhao Qiang's question in Wang's stead.

"Hand your gun over to him, and issue him a standard basic load of ammunition while you're at it!" Zhao Qiang commanded without even turning his head.

The Jiang clan matriarch considered it dilapidated and deemed it unfit to be offered before the ancestral tablets, so she had specifically instructed Jiang Xiangsheng to purchase a new one another day. Therefore, if he took this old object away, he might as well do so.

Just as the guard attempted to flee, he discovered in utter despair that the door to the iron cage had also been locked by his own comrade.