Volume 1, Chapter 163: Should I Take Off More?

Zhou Jingdu's heart had already softened.

Yet on the surface, he remained expressionless, cold and rigid. His excessively delicate and handsome facial features made him appear extraordinarily aloof and distant, terrifyingly so.

He seemed completely indifferent.

In truth.

He indeed was.

Shen Zhaowu bit her lip, slowly released her hand from his, closed her eyes, and hardened her heart. "Then go tell him, tell Jin Yao, that I am a fickle and promiscuous woman."

The worst that could happen was a divorce.

As the saying goes, a barking dog doesn't bite. The genther he is toward you, the more dangerous he truly is.

Lu Mufeng remained silent, burying his head as he chugged bottled mineral water, as if getting himself drunk would allow him to forget everything.

She picked tomatoes with her right hand, holding her left arm tightly against her chest to rest the picked tomatoes on her left forearm first. Once it was full, she gently poured the tomatoes into the large bamboo basket beside her.

Could the red bird be a high-tier species from the celestial realm? Otherwise, that old codger wouldn't always be pestering it with such shameless persistence, Zinian guessed.

"If you know about the ring, do you have any connection to my mother? Is she doing well?" Luoyue wondered, unable to locate the source of the voice.

Zhou Nana was mentally breaking down. Did this guy not realize that "Oh damn" was merely a modal particle?

He simply couldn't fathom why the Asura God, who had always acted like a transparent bystander, was being so unyielding today.

Guo Zhuyan and his family of three were still rummaging through the classroom trying to crack the password, completely unaware of them.

Yan Yan watched as Jin Luo's earlobes turned completely red, feeling as though a fly was stuck in his throat. He gulped down a mouthful of alcohol, swallowing that choking sensation along with it.

Old Li had also considered destroying the altar initially, but he realized that once entangled with the Pride Monarch, he would have no surplus energy left to destroy it. If he focused mainly on destroying the altar, the Pride Monarch would seize that vulnerability and defeat him in one fell swoop.

Number Sixty-One stopped the other two warriors from stepping forward again, a trace of appreciation flickering in his eyes.

The "bright moon" they had seen earlier was actually light filtering through the mouth of a cave. And the king mentioned by the "wise wolf" was undoubtedly an incredible monster, well-versed in such esoteric secrets as the abandoned spatial passage of Kunlun.

Looking at the excited Xu Li, Wang Xuan smiled modestly and said, "Look at you, that's all in the past now. Right now, I am just a mother to a child. What's past is like a passing cloud, just a memory in history." With that, Wang Xuan wrapped her scarf back around her face.

In the world of Black Bullet, only the regions enclosed by the monoliths served as the final gathering places for humanity in this world.

Before long, Li Hao walked out carrying five or six dishes. Seeing this, Aunt Wu immediately stepped forward to help.

Although one riddle had been solved, Yuan Zhenxia's thoughts became even more chaotic. Combining blood-sucking with sorcery was not particularly astonishing in itself; the real problem was that an act as spine-chilling as blood-sucking was always inextricably linked to victimizer and victim.

*Humph, if you had avoided my cleats, you would have lost your chance at a follow-up shot. If you forced a shot, well, then you might as well bid farewell to this match, or even the entire season, haha!* Thinking of this, Zanetti felt a slight sense of triumph.

The combat styles of demons varied endlessly. Compared to the creatures of the primeval material plane, demons inherently held a psychological advantage.

As for bathing, it was a comfort many slaves had not enjoyed for years. When they were dirty, they would wipe their bodies with snowmelt and then endure the red, swollen, and numb itchiness of their skin. Only those "powerful and influential" lords held the privilege of washing with clean water during the winter.

Saeko sighed softly and sat down on the bench, her full, beautiful legs crossed and folded together at this moment, curling her finger at Chu Yun.

The lights in the living room were still on; Han Meng and Han Qiao'er were sitting there waiting for him. They hadn't even turned on the television, just sitting there waiting in silence.