Chapter 112: The Timid Yet Flirtatious Little Rogue

Gu Bin’s expression rarely changed as he quickly leapt three meters away.

“Speak up.”

Lin Xiyu laughed mischievously and closed in. “If you don’t say anything, I’ll step on you.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll talk. Just don’t come closer.”

Gu Bin, genuinely afraid of her stepping on him, instinctively took a few steps back.

“Hahaha.”

Seeing his pitiful, aggrieved look like a wronged little bride, Lin Xiyu couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

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Each of these Rule Lotus flowers contained a world-shaking fire-element treasure technique, their roaring tail flames wildly assaulting Dugu Qingyang.

No, it couldn’t be called a miss—every attack from the four was all blocked by Lu Fan’s arm. As long as the blow landed on something, it couldn’t be considered a miss.

The stone was incredibly hard. To wedge his body into the rock required greater dragon energy. This iron-like stone impeded his straight downward progress.

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The sharp scrutiny from mainstream domestic media had pushed the incident to its peak. Countless netizens angrily left comments and shared the news.

In this place, there really wasn’t any profit to be made, let alone any rare treasures.

For several consecutive days, the Sakura family remained festively decorated, radiant with joy. Red "double happiness" characters were pasted all around the front and back of the house. The patriarch’s wedding day was undoubtedly the grandest event in the family’s history.

Usually, He Ruiyan enjoyed such intimate closeness, but today, she had little mood for it.

“You guys are really difficult. I’ve already told you, the second floor is fully booked by our Young Master Li. If you want to eat, find somewhere else,” said a chubby man impatiently, leading the group.

“Is anyone here? I didn’t notice,” the other party apologized, shaking their head. Their attention had been fixed on the stage where the dance troupe’s performance was truly spectacular.

“You mean to let me starve late at night?” Hua Feihua shot her a sharp glare.

Chang Shun found everything fresh and fascinating; a bird flying overhead or a wild chicken running through the field would make him squeal with excitement. Qian Guihua felt as if her ears were being grievously tormented today.

Then, everyone was astonished to see the heroic lead on stage suddenly elevate her acting to a new level, as if she had experienced a moment of sudden enlightenment.

Layers of cascading skirts trailed behind her as she stepped forward gracefully, her poise elegant and enchanting. Simply watching her stirred feelings of shame and irreverence within the spectators.

The monster’s sinister smile twitched, splattering strange-colored sticky fluids into the air. Lin Chengyou, clearly wary of the slime, leapt up and, seizing Teng Yuyi, vaulted backward before it could reach their feet.

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Their minds were filled with countless questions, continuously absorbing new knowledge. The collision between old and new understanding, combined with yesterday’s still unfamiliar lessons, left their thoughts a tangled mess.

Fingers gripping the scissors, Guan Zitong stared directly at Zhuge Bai’s reflection in the mirror. It was the first time she had examined Zhuge Bai’s face so closely; before, her gaze would shy away the moment their eyes met.

Heh. She immediately lost interest, frowning as she tossed the cloth back into the water. She threw it a bit too forcefully, splashing water all outside the basin.

Long after Luo Tianwei and the embroiderer had left, a figure wearing a bamboo hat emerged from the void.

Meanwhile, after hearing Ding Li’s words, Ye Yunfei moved to the window, lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and gazed out silently.

“Jun Ge, what’s going on? Finished cleaning the bathroom? Why are you holding a mop? Did that old bastard Yu Ke bully you again?” Lin Jiahao asked with a mischievous glance.

I bit my lip, hatred swirling in my eyes. If I could, I swear I would take back everything that was taken from me. But alas, I am too fragile—one gust of wind and I’m on the verge of collapse.

The newly transformed divine dragon, now stretching a hundred zhang in length, had not forgotten the culprit who nearly killed it. Filled with rage, it opened its mouth and unleashed a dazzling crimson flame, spewing it downward. The scorching blast instantly reduced the surrounding trees to ashes.