What should I do if everyone here is straight? 15

"Don't cry, don't cry, Brother Tian will figure something out." He held her in his arms affectionately, gently patting her back.

Before Sun Dezhu could finish speaking, Ji Feiyu stepped forward with large strides. The moment she closed in on the head of security, her body suddenly leaped into the air, and she delivered a Tan family flying kick straight toward Sun Dezhu's stomach.

Looking at it from another perspective, however, Wells's departure was at least a good thing, as it meant the black brother was safe for now.

Neither Pouf nor Yupi even glanced back at their own kind; following closely behind the King, they vanished into the cave.

Although it was unconfirmed whether the identities the two left behind were genuine, the police had already issued a nationwide warrant for their arrest.

Seeing this, Xuan Yuanjingde wasted no more time. He stepped forward and, with a few swift motions, pulled out the silver needles from Elder Ji's body. The moment the needles left his flesh, no adverse symptoms appeared.

Luo Hao might have done similar things in the past, but Wang Yao never paid special attention to them. Now, however, she was gradually beginning to notice.

The effect of the soul originated from Thresh's Hell's Curse, transitioning from an in-game passive skill into an actively cast Nen ability.

She still felt somewhat unaccustomed to speaking of her settings, as if every time she uttered those two words, she was reinforcing the concept that she was a virtual puppet.

Standing on the rooftop, Song Xia overlooked the city. How long had it been since she last enjoyed such a fine view? Those endless household chores and distressing troubles had left her disheveled, almost driven mad and ruined for life by Xie Yuan.

Or perhaps even longer, as everyone held their breath, gazing intently at the crazed, spinning speck of light as if waiting for something.

Come to think of it, ever since Japanese ninja were discovered at the Anhai Dongguan Pier last year, not only had the Beggar Sect been paying attention to the matter, but even the Chinese authorities' Ministry of State Security and the mysterious Dragon Squad were tracking it down. It was utterly impossible for overseas forces to enter through Anhai.

"Sigh..." Looking at Lu Xun, who would never rest until he brought him down, Meng Qi could not help but emit a quiet sigh from the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Kuang fought against the Blood Alliance without holding back in the least. Seeing the members of the Blood Alliance charge forward, he directly drew the Blood Soul Blade. Wielding it, he felt the blade vibrate with an unusual sense of joy.

The figures from the Firmament were startled and looked around in all directions, but could not spot a single soul. "Eldest Senior Brother, what was this place like when you came here before? Why does the Great Wilderness feel completely different from what Master described?" Wang Meng asked with some confusion.

I felt perfectly fine when the man spoke the first half of his sentence. But the moment he mentioned that we wouldn't be able to leave this village anytime soon, a sudden shock struck my heart, and a creeping terror rapidly spread to every single corner of my body.

"Your Royal Highness, this is precisely the critical juncture when you are contending with the First Prince for the succession, and Zhu Di has always favored him. Would it be wise for you to treat him this way at a time like this?" After stepping out of the tent, Elder Ying lowered his voice to advise Qiao Feng.

Yet it was already too late. Liu Yahong's delicate fists had once again pierced through the heads of the other two men. Their skulls simultaneously burst with a brief, mesmerizing splash of brain matter. Accompanied by two muffled thuds, as she withdrew her fists, both corpses collapsed onto the damp ground.

With a sweep of both hands, he tore open a virtual space and enveloped Luo Qian. This was an ancient ultimate art comparable to, or even surpassing, the Three Forms of Deriving Heaven. The Three Forms of Deriving Heaven could also seal space, but his opponent was clearly more skillful.

He just hadn't expected that even the High Priest Lan Xiang would notice this emotional shift in him, and had once asked him whether he had fallen for someone.

Far more humiliating than being reduced to a vanquished monarch with enemy troops at the gates was the fact that Shen Run had actually lost to Chen Guang. The sheer wretchedness and embarrassment threatened to swallow him whole, rendering his complexion extremely ghastly—a shade even paler than snow.

After dinner, Gu Changhua helped clear the bowls and dishes in the kitchen, while Ji Anning wheeled the children into the bedroom and placed them on the carpet to let them play freely.

A sneer hung on Xiao Qiufeng's face. Though inwardly shocked, he knew this was the exact moment to thoroughly shatter the confidence of the Night Division's members.

With so many whimsical ideas and deep-rooted obsessions, yet still maintaining such a clear and innocent mind—how could there be such a strange young man in this world?

Thinking this, he grew increasingly dissatisfied with Si Qian's behavior. He refused to admit that he was merely grasping at every possible excuse to loathe Si Qian and rid Chen Guang's side of him.

The home renovations were also temporarily halted as everyone waited for the development of home appliances that required no wires.

On the eve of the Rio Carnival's grand opening, another equally grand yet illicit carnival commenced ahead of time in Las Vegas, the sprawling metropolis nestled in the heart of the Nevada desert in the United States...

Returning to the dormitory, Ji Anning first tidied up the bed. Once everything was neat, she took her mobile phone and headed out to the balcony.

The family of four finished breakfast happily and merrily. Sasha took the two children to play, while Old Liu began to attend to serious business.

Old Tie no longer wanted to carry the black sack around on his back, and besides, he was now on his own turf, so he wasn't afraid of the three kids sprouting wings and flying away.

Lin Xiaolei drove according to Luo Xin's instructions. Before long, the shrill wail of police sirens pierced through the highway air. "Heh, those stupid cops aren't reacting too slowly, are they?" Luo Xin laughed.

"Big Brother!" a rogue player roared in fury, watching helplessly as the senior brother who had always looked after him was blasted into a pillar of white light by the enemy's countless skills.

"I said before, none of you are leaving," the gloomy-faced big man murmured, the corners of his mouth curling upward with a sinister smile.

After a moment, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside. The nurse who had previously rushed out of my hospital room in agitation returned, followed by a middle-aged man in a white lab coat.

Looking at He Qingshui's current state, I felt truly helpless. Such things just happen this way; perhaps no one can fully comprehend them, and perhaps no one truly understands, but the reality stood bare, leaving one with a profound and helpless ache.