Chapter 21: The Tyrant Crocodile

Wei Tian was momentarily stunned by the words, as if struck by lightning, falling from the air. Her wide eyes were filled with shock and fear, tears streaming uncontrollably. She sobbed, "No, no, I’ve stopped..." How could this be? She knew Wang Lin’s body was fragile, like a delicate teddy bear. Too...

"Alright, Brother Yang, why don’t we sit down first and chat over dinner?" Xie Dong suggested in a conciliatory tone.

A beam of light pierced straight through the third elder of the demon clan’s chest, devouring that part of his body, and a spatial turbulence emerged from the rift.

Chen Yufeng, clearly annoyed, slammed the table, causing the tea in his cup to splash out. In an instant, he flicked his fingers, sending a few drops of tea spraying toward Liang Chao beside him.

Whoa, two columns of flame shot up, intertwining—blue and red hues spreading across the horizon like a fiery tornado.

At this moment, Wang Ling’s face was ashen with rage, wishing he could tear Chen Yufeng, this lackey, into pieces. If not for this guy, how would he have wasted so much money?

In midair, Yang Cong, who was descending straight down, suddenly spread a pair of wings nearly two meters wide from his back.

Ao Guang shook his head in refusal, but his demeanor was insincere; anyone with eyes could see it was a lie.

Covering a distance of over a hundred meters in less than a tenth of a second, a loud thud resounded from the ravine—Tang Fei had crashed deep within it.

The teacher hung up the phone on the other side; I smiled wryly. That was it—the homeroom teacher had given up on us. Turning my head, I thought it was for the best; I never liked studying anyway.

I said nothing, lowered my head, grabbed a pig’s trotter, and gnawed at it desperately, tears streaming down my face.

But at present, apart from those people, the master of Purple Immortal Mountain was also present. That fellow was the real troublemaker.

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What the hell is going on? We asked you to sign just to send money to the factory. If we hadn’t known you’d take the whole factory, you wouldn’t have agreed. Did we really have to go through such trouble with profit sharing and even faking accounts?

After Xu Yan finished dinner, a continuous spring rain began to fall softly and steadily in the night. Sitting cross-legged on the bench, Red Sparrow noticed that Xu Yan remained quiet and thoughtful throughout dinner, seeming burdened, and assumed he was worried about the first battle tomorrow.

Besides the five elders gathered around a large pile of charcoal in the center of the square, murmuring what sounded like incantations, no one else was present.

The big-mouthed man who had planned to surround the male gunner was startled when the gunner came down, no longer daring to think about causing trouble for Ji Han.

Though I lack strength, I’m not short of the courage to fight desperately. Damn it, if my child were kidnapped by bandits, could I talk to you about proper values? I’d kill you, absolutely kill those bastards. Not killing them would be an insult to the people’s anger and to myself.

The visitor was an elderly man, his face gaunt and long, but what stood out most were his prominent eyes and the deliberately kept large patch of gray goatee on his chin.

Could it be that if I kill Xue Tiandi, you plan to avenge him? If so, what’s the point of holding the “Control War” at all?

"My goodness." Swallowing her surprise, Hei Ling didn’t ask anything and quietly sat beside the young man, waiting for him to regain his strength before questioning further.

Li Yun did not send his clone into the inner world; the atmosphere there was perfect for his clone’s cultivation, and the flame within his primordial spirit was still fiercely pulsating, eager to break free.

“I’m so hot…” Xia Fangyuan rubbed herself restlessly, tossing and turning on the backseat.

After seeing off Liao Qinghe, Luo Jinshi sank once more into her worries. She took out a checkbook from the drawer, wrote down a string of numbers, then began to fret.

Liao Qinghe’s gaze toward Cici was meaningful. Naturally, when Luo Jinshi looked at them, she understood the subtle glimmers in Liao Qinghe’s eyes.

Feng Wu’s attention was entirely on their conversation, only casually nodding at Xuanyuan Mo’s questions.

This was Xia Fangyuan’s first time driving a convertible. The wind blowing from all directions felt truly exhilarating.

Feng Le and the other’s expressions darkened slightly, and with a sudden movement, they descended as if sinking into a quagmire, each step laboriously difficult.

What was meant as a flattering remark unexpectedly drew Xue Yuan’s icy glare, frightening Nai Nai into silence.

Xia Chengyuan still hadn’t appeared during dinner, and the sumptuous meal tasted bland to Xia Fangyuan.

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"Alright, I’ll give you another intermediate-grade divine garment with no level restrictions." The Stone Man’s heart bled as he begrudgingly took out another such garment and angrily handed it to Yun Guo.

With Japan’s full occupation of Shanghai and the establishment of the No. 76 Special Agent Headquarters, the previously unified Green Gang began to fracture.

Strangely, whenever Qin Feng’s sweat nearly drained him, an inner warmth surged within his body, sustaining him to press onward.

Many disciples grew to admire Qin Feng’s persistence; had they been in his place, they might have yielded early and left the arena.

In short, watching Wan Sheng stubbornly refuse to die beneath his feet, Liu Jiu himself grew nervous.

"Yes." His subordinate, always sharp, immediately grasped Yu Hanli’s meaning.

He was now old and frail, his face covered with age spots, white-haired, looking as if near death.

"Alright!" Though Wang Li didn’t know why Ling Ruohan suddenly summoned her to the dressing room, she obeyed without question.

Su Anchen was thrilled to get a role in Gao Dao’s show, and seeing Yu Hanli made her even happier.

Shen Shengran had just referred to the scar on her arm; she didn’t want her to see it, so she hid it behind her back.

On one side were about a dozen young people, their expressions unified in panic and fear; on the other, seven or eight men in black, neatly dressed and wearing sunglasses—clearly bodyguards or thugs.

Ji Gongzuo hugged Bao Si tighter, as if clutching a wisp of air that might slip away with a careless move.

Two years is a long time. Belle hadn’t seen her father in ages, and in the child’s early memories, Xu Jinqiao worried Belle might forget her father’s face.

Liliyana snorted coldly, pushing back her chair. She and Erika sat flanking Muyun, exchanging a glance that sparked intense electric tension, their auras subtly clashing.