Chapter 151: Demands!

"Yes, my eldest sister was originally a candidate for the head of the Meng family."
"Why wasn't it handed over to her?"
"The Meng family does not distinguish between male and female heirs for the head of the family."
Chen Fan wanted to leave enough trump cards in Meng Rongrong's hands.
After all, he couldn't be around her every single sec...
"The Binding Spell?" Han Yang's pupils suddenly constricted sharply, and a crimson light emanated from his eyes.
Outside, heavy goose-feather snowflakes were still drifting down, and the howling cold wind felt ferocious. As night descended, the hustle and bustle of the day gradually subsided into a profound silence.
He panted heavily! Hen Fusheng looked with extremely complex eyes at the young man who had reduced him to such a sorry state.
A snow-white beam of light pierced through the void like a spear, shooting outwards and reaching the rear of the bone dragon in the blink of an eye.
From beginning to end, Zixia did not display a second expression; she simply watched with a smile the spot where the man in black had vanished.

"Kill him, and I will give you more than enough Carefree Grass." Chu Jun looked straight into Leng Wushuang's eyes, a bone-chilling, soul-piercing glare radiating from his gaze.
How did they end up here too? Before this question in their hearts could be resolved, they suddenly noticed Sikong Ye's disheveled state and Shi Qianhan's mournful and grief-stricken expression.
With a detached glance at Hua Qingluo, Ziqing's expression turned frosty. The Star-Moon Divine Sword in her hand emitted a low chime, and a stream of silver-white radiance instantly flooded the entire arena. Her body slowly ascended into the air, and a dazzling red light emerged around Ziqing, firmly shielding her in the center.
Hearing this, I finally understood. It turned out this old fellow had committed the ultimate taboo in their profession: judging people by their age.
"What? You've seen it? How is that possible? It actually let you go?" Murong Xue seemed disbelieving of my words.
Qin Jiang listened carefully to Xiao He's explanation while pondering various possibilities in his mind. Hearing Xiao He mention that the owner of this skull might have once been poisoned, Qin Jiang began to inquire further.
"Ofurndata, but to get rid of Yun Fa'er, we must first deal with Yun Ling'er." Xuan Yuanlanguage continued with a smile, a smile that made people's hair stand on end.
Seeing Meng Yu's relatively relaxed expression, Qin Jiang knew that she had probably already handled the matter, and thus set his mind at ease.
At the end of the corridor was a semi-circular LED mega-screen, which continuously looped wedding photographs of Yu Fei and Xu Xiao.
Su Xiaomeng wondered why Tao Xilun had come to find her, but when she walked to the classroom doorway, she understood.

Although Hu Haifan had long since retired, he had always maintained a good relationship with Lin Yu, exchanging greetings during every festival and holiday. Therefore, not long after Lin Yu dialed the number, Hu Haifan on the other end picked it up.
"Yes!" Yu feigned shyness and said, "This humble maid shall make a fool of herself." Despite saying this, Zi Yan simply could not view her as a mere maid. She was deeply calculating and possessed exceptional acting skills, which actually increased his favorable impression of her somewhat.
Otherwise, if they were merely guarding an empty estate, it would be impossible to keep everyone constantly on high alert; people would inevitably slack off in secret.
Furthermore, the people of the Evil Eagle Fortress were cruel and bloodthirsty, killing at the slightest disagreement. Offending them... Qin Yu and the others were simply out of luck.
"Virtual personality loading commenced!" On the hilltop, right in the middle of the struggle between positive and negative emotional forces, a layer of pale pink crystals gradually appeared on the surface of the shattered soul gem. Then, layer upon layer stacked up. Personality and memories served as the soul's defense.
Actually, proving whether the Bone-Melting Mushroom still contained toxins was not all that difficult; taking it to a laboratory for a simple instrument analysis would suffice.
Zhou An looked down at the rice, confirming it was the very bowl he had scooped from the pot, and a silent question mark slowly formed over his head.
The veteran actor, who was trying hard to act, was suddenly interrupted and was about to burst into anger when he saw his obedient disciple with tears in her eyes. He gave a light cough and hastily changed the subject.