Chapter 25: Shooting Techniques

After he had eaten his fill, Fang Wenxuan wiped his mouth and looked at Lin Hui with some embarrassment. “Senior brother, did I eat your portion as well?” At that moment, the extra order Lin Hui had placed hadn’t arrived yet, and seeing Fang Wenxuan’s satisfied expression after his meal inexplicably lifted Lin Hui’s spirits. “I wouldn’t have guessed, with your slim build, you eat fast and quite a lot. Yet, you never seem to gain any weight.” As he spoke, Lin Hui reached out and gently rubbed Fang Wenxuan’s cheek.

Fang Wenxuan frowned. “Senior brother, there are a lot of people here.”

“Oh, now you care about your image? Where was that concern when you were wolfing down your food?” Lin Hui chuckled as he looked at Fang Wenxuan.

The water in the pool was so cold, yet his entire body was burning hot, making Gu Ruojiao instinctively want to lean closer and draw warmth from him.

But later, when the great dragon perished, the kingdom vanished along with it, once more covered by ice and snow, until the birth of the Shadowfire Dragon.

The young men who once liked her, including Yang Jianmin, all distanced themselves after she registered her marriage with Gu Jiejun.

A charming, coquettish voice rang out, like winter river water, instantly extinguishing the fire in Qin Chuan’s chest.

The old woman’s guilty look was so obvious that even facing Man Ni, it was clear her bravado was nothing but a front.

The steel pillar’s force had not diminished; its tip, reddened by friction with the air, shot straight at the water giant’s chest.

A warm current slowly flowed out, and Bai Xingyi lost herself in the moment, catching a glimpse of Zhan Shaoting’s satisfied expression in her haze of confusion.

With Chu Shiyi’s temperament, anyone not invited who tried to join would be unceremoniously thrown out.

Qin Chuan realized now that, with his own identity, Ah Wei should still be unconscious in the Lan family.

Lu Beiyuan’s residence was a nearly two-hundred-square-meter duplex, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, letting in abundant sunlight and warmth—a truly comfortable place.

Looking back, countless thieves at this moment tumbled heavily from their horses as the steeds collapsed.

According to Tao Bao, Lily had a younger brother, but he tragically died in a nuclear accident three years ago.

Flames burned, distorting the void, and the feeble soul that survived in the broken body of the Earth Guardian was reduced to ashes by the supreme yang pill fire, capable of incinerating even divine artifacts, and utterly vanished.

“Though it’s embarrassing to admit, I was once a shut-in for a while,” Changsun Wu said, pulling out his last cigarette and handing one to Bai Shuo, then diligently lighting it for him.

He quickly contacted Wei Yan, requesting the cancellation of Qin’s code number, and began checking the alert system’s response after activating Qin under current conditions. Wei Yan complied without a word.

“Cai Yan pays her respects to Brother Dian! Brother Dian, you and Second Uncle just dueled to a draw—you’re both amazing.” “Zhao Yu pays her respects to Brother Dian!” With Wu Jun’s help, Cai Yan and Zhao Yu dismounted from the Red Dragon steed and addressed Dian Wei; seeing Cai Yan bow, Zhao Yu naturally followed suit.

Inside Ottoria’s body, it was as if a stream of energy was flowing—a force she had comprehended in the world of Dynasty Warriors.

In truth, Jiang Hua really was troubled by these two injured players. Robin’s sprained ankle was manageable, and Joe Cole’s skills were not lacking either. But Sidov’s injury left him frustrated.

Naga tribe! And so many of them! Gu Nansheng was on the verge of tears; these weren’t wild monsters, and his holy persuasion had no effect on them.

It wasn’t until the walk home that Zhang Chen learned Jiang Shengyi was delivering an invitation to him today. Upon arriving home, he heard from Zhang Mu about today’s flight, and so they went together to the airport to pick up Zhang Chen, delivering the invitation at the same time.

After finishing this maneuver, Xuan Ting swiftly slid the compact into his pocket, then lay down again as if nothing had happened.

Qing He was never a bad person; it was only because she resembled Su Banxia that the Eighth Prince sought her out, taught her a few things, and then sent her to He Su’s residence.