Chapter 51: The Three-Day Warning

"I only met him once, Young Master, as you well know." Shi Ran felt a pang of fear and hurriedly defended herself.
"It's good that you know." Zuo Yelin's gaze was ice-cold.
"It's getting late, time to head back." Zuo Yelin stood up.
Shi Ran quickly dressed neatly and followed him out.
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Ye Xuan muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on a specific spot on the seemingly ordinary wall before him.
In fact, from the rambling words the Stone uttered when the outburst occurred, he could tell that the Stone's parents and younger brother appeared to be servants of the Su family.
"Fine, you've convinced me. I can sign a soul contract with you in advance. Once you fulfill the requirements, the contract will automatically take effect, making it impossible for me to go back on my word and sign with someone else," said the Origin of the Western Universe.
Faced with the Ghost King's attack, Lin Feng swept out with a single punch, directly sending the Ghost King flying.
Itzpapalotl no longer felt as frightened as before. A surge of courage stirred within his heart, fueling his determination to find the sealed temple with his child, no matter which corner of the world that temple might be hidden in.
Those two cultivators of the Divine Dao realm, covered by the black light, suddenly had their flesh burst apart and directly disintegrated, their flesh and blood as well as their souls devoured by the black light.
Qiao Ruoshui more or less understood the reason for Ye Xuan's loss of composure; it seemed to be related to the Purple Mist Tree, so she patiently explained.
These sea tribes fought endlessly every day, locked in fierce battles to seize scattered habitable zones in the ocean to raise their offspring.
Fortunately, they were all wearing newly purchased clothes and brand-new hard-soled boots. This type of footwear was best suited for long-distance adventures, with the soles and uppers covered by hard leather coating, making them resistant to fading and damage even during combat.
Arriving at the barrier of the sect, Shao Yichen used a trace of divine power to cause a disturbance in the barrier, much like knocking on a door before entering a stranger's house.
Zhuo Nan rolled her eyes at him. He simply enjoyed watching other people's misfortune, though she liked it too.
Regaining his composure, Qin Feng let out a breath and muttered a complaint as he looked at Zhao Deshun, who was still sitting inside the room, eyes closed and yet to wake up.
There were still many people like Satan who harbored the will to save the world; they were rushing in from all over the globe and would soon converge at the site of the "Cell Games."
Dragging his battered body, Zhang Zehai collapsed beside the internal organs, reached out to tear open his clothes, and revealed a gruesome slash across his abdomen.
America is finished! This was the conclusion to be drawn after considering this series of chain reactions.
The skyscraper was easily pushed over like a block of building bricks. A massive stream of police cars kept pouring toward the disaster-stricken area, yet the situation showed no signs of improving. Chen Lv had already guessed who could possess such destructive power and appear in Sokovia.
"But it's not fatal. We even invited a physician to treat his wounds, and with the physician as a witness, we treated him to a meal as well."
He had no inkling of what had actually transpired. Feeling the overwhelming pressure, he nevertheless felt no real discomfort thanks to the protective magical artifact shielding him.
As soon as Elder Leng finished speaking, Guo Guo's nerves instantly tightened. He dared not raise his head, yet he maintained a calm composure throughout.
Rainy days like this are the best. When it rains, running is impossible; otherwise, instead of exercising the body, it might end up causing a cold or a fever, which would be a disaster. There is no need for a guilty conscience—one can simply comfort oneself by thinking that since the weather gods are uncooperative, there is nothing to be done, and one might as well sleep a little longer.
Tang Yang was covered in dark lines. All along the way, Delas the sea turtle had been acting just like this—whenever Tang Yang said anything at all, the creature would lay on the flattery in an exaggerated manner.