Chapter 256: Chainsaw Sword Cutting

It was a high-tier commander-class bug, its body armored in thick carapace, foreclaws sharp as blades, radiating a terrifying aura.

"Oh no, it's a commander-class bug!" Han Ruoxi gasped in a low voice.

"Looks like running straight away isn't an option!" Shen Qiuyue said calmly, her dueling sword already drawn from its scabbard.

Li Changan's gaze darkened, knowing that no choice remained before them now.

He swiftly issued orders: "Han Ruoxi, shock it; Sun Yang, fire—

At all other times, you are the strongest version of yourself; when he is away, you must be stronger than anyone else.

Zijin thought she was the kind of person who strove to live well; through generations of hardship, she had finally earned the somewhat smoother path before her. Looking back, those experiences of life and death, of joy and sorrow, held a unique aftertaste.

Touching Jianyi's warm body and seeing him standing alive right before her, Mo Xunxun truly felt that the four-day nightmare had finally come to an end.

Mu Yu did not express his gratitude for the bowl of noodles again, but Lingdang's kindness was deeply buried in his heart; in the future, no matter what troubles befell her, he would surely lend a hand.

Su Wanqing froze in surprise; in all the time since their wedding, this was the first time Mu Que had ever touched her. She had never demanded his affection, yet his sudden proximity now filled her with nervous anticipation.

As the most formidable subordinate and guardian of the Northern King, Su Mubai, General Su seemed ever destined to be an easily overlooked figure.

Miaomiao scrambled up hurriedly, ran barefoot into the bathroom, shut the door, and sank onto the toilet, letting out a long, sweeping sigh of relief.

The virtue of marrying young lay right here: there were no concubines or bed-chamber maidservants in the estate, and with his royal mother still residing in the palace, her reach could not extend here for the time being.

To speak of it, Auntie Mo had never once been beaten with the wooden boards in all her years in the estate; this time she had truly lost all face, weeping all the way back to her courtyard while supported by her own servants after enduring the flogging.

Silence settled over the room as Yangke pulled a stool over to sit by the bed, resting her hands upon her knees with an exceedingly grave expression.

Seeing Bibi Dong give her consent, a faint smile finally touched Xie Yue's face, whereupon he bounded toward the referee's side and whispered something unknown.

Wei Li approached with slow steps; even though the teapot upon the table was half-full, he still snatched the teacup right out of her hand and drank her tea.

At present, a total mileage of fifty million kilometers was not much, equivalent to each vehicle driving a mere three thousand kilometers every half year.

Because the matter was quite pressing, the two of them set straight off for the outer district research institute in the capital's suburbs as soon as they finished talking.

Yet he failed to escape smoothly as well, pinched directly by Lu Xingsei's bare hand into a ghastly clump of minced meat, blood trickling out from between Lu Xingsei's fingers.

Reaching out his arm, he drew her firmly into his embrace, and at that very instant she nestled softly against him, a thought struck his mind.

It had to be said that the territories of the major royal courts were indeed absurdly vast; naturally, if the Bronze Divine Tree's speed could rival that of nine-tattoo totem warriors, it certainly would not take half a year, but in truth its speed was at most around five tattoos.

Luo Wan struggled fiercely; Sheng Qing carried her into the bathroom and pinned her straight against the wall, his powerful arms locking both her hands tightly against the cold surface before he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.

Yangnuan felt her scalp tingle with dread and hastily offered an explanation, hoping he would understand her situation and quell his rage—or at least refrain from embellishing the story before the Fourth Young Master.

Listening to Lu Xiaoxiao's words, Lu Yu was caught completely between tears and laughter; did he not understand what kind of man his father was? Let alone asking him to manipulate the results, even if they handed it to him on a silver platter, he would never take it.

Therefore, President Hong cleared away some of the billboards and obstacles in the hallway in front of the counter, ensuring that the space would be ample enough for the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

Driving the car, Yan Su glanced through the rearview mirror at his boss, who never showed joy or anger upon his face, quietly speculating to himself: in such heavy rain, Zhou Ran ought to still be on the film set, exposed to the bleak wind and icy downpour, unsure if she could bear it—so, could the big boss actually be worrying about her?

Yang Fuxing knew that Guo Xiaoke's arrival was far less loyal than that of Qin Shubao or Luo Shixin; after all, he could be considered one of Li Mi's trusted confidants. Although Qin Shubao and Luo Shixin were also trusted by the Duke of Wei, that was different; back then, Zhang Xutuo had been slain through Li Mi's design, and the surrender of Qin, Luo, Cheng, and the others to Wagang was nothing more than a choice forced upon them by circumstances.