Chapter 62: The Snow Wolf Wants to Terminate the Matching Bond

Ling Jingyu stopped ten meters behind the fire dragon, crimson blood staining the fingertips of his right hand.

Although his words were rather wounding, Liu Ruyue still harbored a glimmer of hope. As long as he was willing to let her follow, she still had a chance.

Guessing that Shen Ke was mostly asleep already, he did not turn on the lights. Tiptoeing, he took off his jacket and entered the bathroom.

Dong Jian was not afraid because a guardian deity resided within his body. To make the two sisters, Li Na and Li Jingshan, feel less frightened, Dong Jian truly needed to figure something out.

Li An opened his eyes to check the time and saw that it was already midday. Realizing that Yan Luoxi was now pregnant, her lifestyle needed to be regular, and she could not keep skipping meals, lest the child in her belly lack nutrition.

Seeing the two of them in such perfect accord, clearly talking about him, He Liuyue pinched a sensitive spot on Qin Ting’s waist. Qin Ting bit her lip and glared at him angrily.

"Yes!" Han Ming did not dare address Li Yan directly as Lord in front of outsiders, but his tone was filled with utmost reverence, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

"I am tired, and I will be returning home for recuperation in a few days. Although my life was saved, my injuries are too severe, and I must return home to recuperate. You may withdraw first." Ling Jingyu forced a weary wave at Rick, and was then carried into the military base.

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaojuan’s face turned as red as an apple. Being cursed at like that by a bitch—who wouldn't be angry? Yet, relying on her sound psychological resilience, Zhang Xiaojuan forcibly suppressed the surge of fury.

"Wouldn't a direct wire transfer be better? It's both safe and convenient." Ryosuke Ikawa's tone softened somewhat; he did not want this transaction to fall through.

The nether-dweller drifted over to the window, lifted the curtain, and looked outside. The sky was already growing bright. Floating back, he resumed flipping through the Record of Eternities.

In reality, he had already anticipated that Fang Mian, much like White Impermanence, intended to confess honestly to seek leniency.

"Husband, please protect Chen'er well. I will surely return safely," Ling Ruoxuan said softly.

The proprietress's inadvertent, gentle sigh heavily pierced my tear ducts. Look, Su Ziyang, at that time, you loved me too—loved me so deeply that even the proprietress remembered it to this day, and even felt regret for us.

Carrying the soup noodles downstairs, Ziyue’s car was parked in an inconspicuous corner to the left of the restaurant. A dim street lamp cast a yellowish glow over his lean silhouette. He was leaning against the car, smoking thoughtfully, accompanied only by his shadow on the ground and the curls of smoke. In the warm wind of early summer, he cut a rather desolate figure.

Lianyan nodded, picked up the wooden comb on the table, smoothed out her long hair, and then casually twisted it into a bun, securing it with a carved white jade phoenix hairpin.

"Manjusaka..." she murmured, her feet moving forward uncontrollably. Suddenly, the leaves on the withered cluster of Manjusaka vanished like dust, and right after, red flower buds emerged from the stems.

His jade-like face seemed brushed with a faint flush by the morning light. His muscular chest, bulging with the strength of fists, was as solid as rock. With powerful arms and a robust waist and abdomen, the moment he entered the room, he filled it with an overflowing surge of vital energy.

"Good, very good." Feng Ziyue sneered twice. "I will let you know." As he spoke, his gaze suddenly fell upon the bottle of rose essential oil on my bedside table, and his expression grew even gloomier.

"Get lost, and make it quick!" Jian Sangyu had no fondness for self-torture; she waved dismissively at Jiang Xing and walked away.

"I previously booked a room at your place," Su Mu said while taking out his ID card and handing it across.

"Alright, I'll help you get it." Su Mu lowered his head to peck her fair, tender cheek lightly, then reached out with his chopsticks to pick up an oyster from the plate.

Yun Nuannuan's behavior stirred an irrepressible wave of anger in Ji Buyuan's heart.

Over here, as Gu Xiaoting finished securing the diaper, the baby's crying abruptly stopped. Su Xiaoxiao, lying nearby, had heard Bei Ye's words clearly.

At the moment of contact, a tingling, warm current poured from his fingertips into the birthmark, sending a shudder through Yun Nuannuan.

Only at this moment did Gu Anzhi manage to clearly see Yu Ning's face. He froze abruptly, staring into Yu Ning's eyes as a deep sense of familiarity welled up within him.

Si Mancheng kept winking at Tang Zui, while Gu Mian also cast repeated glances in his direction, hoping he could find a way to ease the relationship between Qianxun and Long Sijue.

Shen Yunshu discovered that the weapon which caused his wounds was quite unusual. Although the medicinal pills Jun Muting used were of the finest quality, they failed to heal the cuts, merely stemming the blood.

With the New Year approaching and trouble breaking out once again, Zhou Jing simply decided to handle the matter personally to issue a warning to Consort Dong.

Hesitating for a moment, Ye Shiqin dared not leave, fearing she would be cornered outside by Dong Jun. Cowering in her seat, her face showed terror and fear as her body trembled violently.

"Everything is up to you now." Ding Yalan clasped Du Meishan's hands, placing all her hopes upon her.

"Naturally true." Zhao Desheng hesitated for a moment, suddenly feeling that he had been too rash just now.

Fortunately, the Phoenix clan possessed supreme innate talent. Within a little over a month, they were basically able to speak simple sentences. While overly complex speech might still be beyond them, simple dialogue and communication posed no problem at all.

The six of them sat directly on the ground, not minding the dirt since the black membrane isolated them, allowing any dust to be easily shaken off with a slight vibration.

Even as the head of the prestigious Lan family in the Skyspan Country, he still had to show a modicum of respect when meeting him.

Looking at Hua Qianying's attire—her tall, charming figure, two fair and slender legs, and exquisite toes peeking out from high heels like cardamom pods, so captivating that it made one's heart itch—he swallowed hard, desperately wanting to lean down and lick one. The more he looked, the hotter his heart grew, and a certain part of him seemed to instantly stir with feeling.

What was this? Xiao Jingxuan instantly unleashed a terrifying wave of murderous intent, wishing he could tear Nakashima Eiko into five pieces and hack her into a thousand bits.

China Film and Television Network gathered countless industry professionals, critics, and the largest audience base, so if you wanted to watch anything, coming here was the right choice.

Just as she had anticipated, Du Mingchang calling at this hour meant something had gone wrong midway. Otherwise, he should be happily enjoying his time torturing slaves right now.

Her feelings for Ji Beiheng were hard to define. Sharing the same bed? That had never happened; the two of them seemed to have slept in separate rooms for the past four years.

Although Longteng knew what the phoenix was about to do next, since the phoenix did not want him to see it, Longteng respected her and chose not to look. Therefore, obeying the phoenix's words, Longteng slowly turned around, turning his back to her so as not to watch.