Chapter 21: You're Hurting Me-A delicada de olhos vermelhos: Doutor Fu, abstinente, a ama até o fim(Quando a caneta toca o papel, surgem fogos de artifício.)

Xu Miao sat there, her face deathly pale, while those waiting to watch the spectacle had a waiter bring over some ice.

"Miss Heart 3! Go for it! President Lu is waiting for you."

"What do you mean by that?" If the Dimensional God could manifest in human form at this moment, he would certainly be wearing a frown. He only half-understood Bardock’s words.

Meeting her eyes, which were filled with shame and annoyance, Gong Yuyue’s lips curled up imperceptibly, a flash of cunning calculation darting through the depths of his gaze.

At this moment, a massive, shadowy face gathered right in front of Fan Xiaodong, hovering at a distance of only two or three meters.

Seeing this mission, he noted that there was exactly a month left before the deadline. Calculating based on the current timeline, the Land of Waves arc should not have begun yet; otherwise, this mission would have been canceled.

Unfolding the scroll, Wang Jie frowned slightly and examined it carefully. He saw no special markings or symbols; it was merely covered in lines, appearing almost identical to any ordinary scroll.

The first thing that caught the eye was a scene of prosperity: people with leisure time strolled through the streets, chatting and laughing; children played and romped about, and many ninjas could be seen shopping along the thoroughfare.

Bayonet, Steel Blade, Blunt Blade, Cleaver, and Old Pig—these sworn brothers had to be there, though Big Mountain was missing. Su Hu and Thunderstorm had to stay behind to guard the home base in Linhai, so they could only have Bayonet and the others bring their gifts.

"Miracle has also left the team with me," Sima Kongming said with a wicked grin, looking toward Shanghai Ma Chao as if trying to capture something in his eyes.

The empty corridor, bathed in the dim light of the setting sun, looked somewhat gloomy, making her feel as though an inexplicable shadow had seeped into her heart.

Furthermore, every time he practiced the fist techniques, he would manipulate his divine power, fusing it with his sense of qi and circulating it through his body according to the instructions of the cultivation method.

Having said that, the man tucked his phone back into his pocket, placed his hands behind his back, and walked confidently in one direction.

The valley echoed with the sound of birds—perhaps it was a cuckoo calling. Shen Rusong plucked a few winter jasmine flowers and crushed them in his palm, the blood-red sap seeping out. He casually slapped the juice onto his horse’s rump. Hearing his platoon leader calling from the front, he answered with an "Aye," immediately dismounted, splashed mud all over himself, and hurried to the front of the line.

Su Yu waved his hand, and a swirling, high-level blind box appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.

The King of Cold Moon fell in love with Wenren Se at first sight and brought her back to the Cold Moon Kingdom. Even though she was already carrying Xiao Mo’s child, he did not shun her; he even bestowed upon her the title of Lady of the Cold Moon Kingdom.

Thinking of this, the old man before him became deeply afraid that Qin Hao might propose some excessive conditions.

But how could Qianhua be a match for one of the four great Dharma Kings of the Underworld? As layer upon layer of red silk threatened to entrap her, the withered grass and jagged rocks on the ground were swept into the air, pulverized into dust by the sheer force of internal energy.

Ye Qinghuan also had no desire to go to the old Jiang family estate; that place held too many unbearable memories for her. Besides, Elder Jiang had once said that she was not allowed to enter the estate, as if she would pollute its environment. Thinking of this, Ye Qinghuan’s mood soured.

The reason the Zhang family could hold its current status in Xijing and the entire Shaanxi Province had a great deal to do with Zhang Chengyuan’s grandfather.

To have survived such a life-threatening, grave injury and escaped danger was already a stroke of immense good fortune.

Although they were few in number, every single one counted. As time passed, the actions taken today would inevitably yield significant results.