There is nothing that cannot be endured.

"Put away that look in your eyes. If you keep staring at me like that, you might lose your life." Ji Zhenhong gazed at the woman whose clothes were in disarray, her eyes brimming with allure.

She was Ji Zhenhong, heiress of the Ji family. Raised abroad from a young age, she was exquisitely beautiful, fluent in six languages, and possessed extraordinary talents. She was counted among the most distinguished debutantes of her time. Yet, before the interests of her family, even a girl cherished as a precious jewel since childhood was pushed forward, used as a pawn for the benefit of the Ji clan.

"Thank you, Senior. I'm fine." Cheng Zhiwei picked up another notebook; this seat originally belonged to Bai Zhuzhu, but since Bai Zhuzhu was taken away by the police for the second time, Wen Ya immediately terminated the contract with her. Wen Ya liked Cheng Zhiwei very much, so she let Cheng Zhiwei continue to perform in that position.

"The main thing is, the other side is in a hurry. The interrogation is progressing rapidly, and new developments could arise at any moment," Cai Dongfang deliberately lied, convinced that the officers in charge of questioning would find ways to stall.

After careful consideration, Fu Yu boldly speculated: this insect race, could it be raising its trophies in captivity?

"Liu Thirteen, you're terrible! What are you thinking? Don't let your mind wander," Chen Mo's face flushed instantly.

Li Xueya herself was unaware that, upon seeing such a posture and movement, a desire to try it herself had already risen within her heart.

Lin Yu's body immediately felt a certain elasticity and a unique stimulation, and an indescribable mix of complexity and joy appeared on his face.

After listening, Zhou Ying's expression darkened immediately. It was clear that, knowing the truth, she found it hard to accept.

Just moments ago, Yang Wei and Fan Jian were talking endlessly, but in the next instant, everyone had fled, not a soul remained.

As long as that strange creature started fighting with Louis and the others, all problems would be solved.

"Master, he's a friend of Mr. Wang..." Xin Yun was full of excitement, mostly out of affection for those connected to her beloved. She promptly sheathed the Worry-free Eight Trigrams Sword and looked at her master, Qingfeng, ready to open the door.

The car drove into the police station. "Get out," the young officer said, eyeing Sun Zhaohua maliciously, his attitude far from friendly.

These sounds reached the ears of the vengeful demon, who immediately stopped stomping his feet and began to frantically slap his own head with both hands.

Zhou Qing accepted these new revelations, focusing on two things: first, the immortal's abode in Dragon-return Mountain; second, Su Jingwei.

Back then, Chen Haobei, the pillar of Hongxing, was drugged and ended up with the wife of Mother Hen. Everyone knew he had been drugged, but the rules of the underworld are clear—you don't seduce a second wife. No one cared about the circumstances, only the outcome; ultimately, Chen Hao was expelled, such are the rules of the world.

A piercing scream burst from the mouth of the Supreme Lord of Da Luo. His body trembled, but he did not linger—he vanished from sight in an instant.

He had spent time in the Eastern Bureau in the capital years ago, so he was naturally familiar with Yun Zheng's temperament: a mistake is a mistake, and one must await punishment. Yun Zheng despised useless pleas.

Yun Xing clenched his fists, his gaze sharp as a blade. He looked ahead at the figure capable of blocking everything, his fighting spirit soaring. Only such an opponent was worthy of his full strength.

Outside Dongzhimen, chaos reigned, men and horses overturned, corpses strewn everywhere. Soldiers wielded swords as they trampled over bodies, fighting at close quarters. It was a strange battle: one side believed they were blocking rebels from entering the palace, while the other thought they were breaking through rebel defenses to save the king.

Lin Boming had no choice but to leave first. He believed Zhou Qing would not stand idly by; when trouble arose, he could ask Zhou Qing for help.

"Yue'er, you've taken care of me all these days. It's been so exhausting. Are you tired? What do you think we should do about this? Maybe we should rest a bit before proposing? If you don't want to wait, we can start right now." Nangong Su looked at Shangguan Yue with concern.