Chapter 38: Suspicion

It seemed that Sang Ye’s comforting words had taken effect; although the fear still lingered in Xiaoxiao’s eyes, her body had ceased its trembling.

Sang Ye recalled what she had seen earlier and asked with pursed lips, "What did the doctor say about your wound? Is a skin graft possible?"

After all, it was in such a prominent location on her chest, and the area affected was quite large. She was still so young; she would surely want a boyfriend in the future. Even if her future boyfriend or husband didn't mind, Xiaoxiao herself...

Yet, Zhao Sheng actually pointed at Chen Danggui and the other two, calling them country bumpkins who had come from out of town to apply for jobs.

However, in the original body’s memories, the skewers and spicy hot pot in the alleyways were quite delicious.

Xia Gui stared intently at Mi Xuefu. At this moment, he finally realized that Mi Xuefu was not toying with him; she was truly trying to help him.

He never expected that his most wretched and embarrassing side would be seen by his students—two of them, no less.

Xia Wange truly had not expected that Zhao Nanweng would forgo attending Xia Changyun’s engagement to appear at her own ceremony.

Meanwhile, as soon as Jian and Ye sensed that something was amiss, they split into four groups to set the fires.

Enduring until the veins on his forehead bulged, he did not rush, continuing his slow foreplay because he was afraid of hurting her.

"Hehehe, you bullied me a few days ago, so now I’m bullying you back." Song Nian’an giggled to herself. She planned to smear this red rouge all over Ye Shen’s face later, just to make him stand out in front of everyone.

Song Nian’an decided to increase her presence before the old emperor, as this would both ensure her safety and improve his favor toward her.

"Rest assured, My Lord. With me here, I guarantee the Fourth Battalion will remain safe and sound. If any mistakes occur, you may have my head," Wang Jian declared resolutely.

He was as happy as a child; he lifted her high into the air and spun her around the room several times.

That place filled with mirrors was called the Light Energy Research Institute. It was clearly overflowing with light energy, yet for some reason, it subtly exuded an aura of darkness—it was very strange.

A smile curved Zi Meng’s lips. She loved how he looked right now: not fully armed, not wearing that icy mask, and without his usual domineering arrogance. He looked just like a child who would never grow up, and she couldn't help but stare at him in a trance.

Lin Haiqiong was astonished. She never expected Nangong Chen to say such things. A single wedding dress usually cost over 100,000; if they bought them all, the 1 million budget would likely not be enough.

If everyone wanted to take advantage of him from now on, then what was the point of him working himself to the bone? Was he just meant to be exploited? If he had that kind of ability, he would be better off spending the money on his own food and drink.

Su Mujun walked out with a faint, enigmatic smile, while Zhixun and Zhixiang followed closely behind, their eyes filled with a mix of suspicion and vigilance.

Some of these competitions were ones they had participated in before, but their achievements could not be compared to Cheng Mo’s in any way.

The scorching blood of miracles spread like molten iron, burning through the fear that had been creeping toward Jon, as well as the pitch-black ground, introducing a third color into this dreamscape that had previously known only red and black.

Lin Haiqiong was drenched in cold sweat, confused as to what was happening to her, though someone was indeed knocking on the door outside.

She felt that Long Xue was truly incredible; to have become the captain of the Police Headquarters at such a young age.

"Can we talk this over? Hmph! Where are those Heavenly Soul Winter Grasses?" the Three-Tailed beast demanded with a fierce, murderous glare.

The roaring heat wave suddenly engulfed the King of Salaman, who was running at high speed and could not dodge, and continued on, unabated, to strike Paragura, who stood motionless on the ground behind.

As crystalline sparks of electricity erupted, the Dark Maga-Orochi shrieked in pain and retreated once more. Orb followed closely, brandishing the Trinitium Trident; his masterful skill with the weapon completely suppressed the Dark Maga-Orochi, leaving the creature no room to resist.