Doomsday: I was reverse-raped by the mature woman next door at the start of the game.

"Wang Wang Wang-"

Dozens of dogs rushed over from all directions, frolicking with the silly dog, and then quickly lined up neatly in front of Lin Yuan, each squatting on the ground, panting and wagging its tail.

"Wow, this is much more vigorous than before."

Lin Yuan glanced at the dogs and nodded in satisfaction.

They were all skin and bones, filthy, when they were first pulled from the black dog market. Now they are not only big and strong, but their fur is also shiny.

"Brother Qin, you usually..."

Du Yuan then said, "Prepare good wine and good food as you please!" After saying this, Du Yuan gave the Xinglong Innkeeper a small tip.

The Furukawa zaibatsu controls an amount equivalent to 12 percent of Japan's GDP, which is why it is included in this highest memory, and its words carry immense weight at this moment.

The Heart of Nine Separations is a crucial stronghold of the Nine Peaks Sect. No one other than members of the Nine Peaks Sect is allowed to enter without permission. In addition, only the sect leader and his family are permitted to go there. It seems that Du Yuan is destined to be defeated in this battle.

Although Zhou Tianpeng knew that Chen Hao had gained Liu Chuan's favor through the birthday banquet, he dared not say so. He could only let his father play dumb. Otherwise, given his father's temper, if he knew it was his fault, he would beat him to a pulp.

At this moment, Elders Yan Lei and Yun Wu were already trapped. The weak points of their external true energy had been breached, allowing external evil energy to invade them. Their lives were in imminent danger, and their true energy was rapidly depleting. They were unable to resist the attack and were about to become puppets on the spot.

Zhou Cuihua had originally come out to see them off and had no intention of going to the fishpond with them, but seeing Su Qing's expression, she smiled and nodded.

Although she had just had a conflict with him, Lin Yuhan knew that she couldn't handle the situation on her own, so she was very self-aware and knew that this kind of thing had to be handled by men.

Du Yuan bowed slightly, bidding farewell to the two disciples of the Shu Mountain Immortal Sword Sect. In the distance, two figures conversing under the moonlight were Bing Yu and Qu Zhi Feng.

"Besides me, do you think anyone else will save you?" Ye Wudao asked her.

In the past two years, the winters in the north played several cruel tricks on the Hu people. Before the river thawed, heavy snow fell for several days, causing more than half of the herdsmen's cattle and sheep to freeze, starve, or be injured, and many herdsmen themselves perished. This year, the weather has been much milder.

Having come into contact with the most elite troops of the Zheng Dynasty, Jia Lian knew that apart from the marines of the East China Sea Fleet, even the most elite three battalions of the Capital Guard were not equipped with enough firearms, and were far from it.

Too many things have happened lately, and Shen Fengjiao hasn't come to find her. She's not the kind of person who actively seeks out Shen Fengjiao, so she's forgotten about her.

Her body changed; her hair turned from black to dark blue, white, and red-eyed. She wore a mask with red threads covering Zhu Zhuqing's face, and she was covered by a layer of black armor.

This is just the beginning; it won't be long before their true fangs are fully revealed.

After all, being lectured so humiliatingly by a young junior was indeed a bit embarrassing for him.

They hadn't lit a fire, so it was pitch black all around, and faint, rustling cries could be heard, sending chills down one's spine.

Tang Hao once told himself, "Your birth was a mistake, your breathing is a sin," but he didn't specify where the mistake was or where the sin came from.

Even through the screen, netizens could almost guess that "Jiang Cen Bitch 50 a Night" must have a face as ugly as a pig's liver.

Duan Qinyu suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that his back bent over. Finally, as if all his strength had been drained, he slumped down and slumped to the elevator door.

“That’s not entirely impossible, but… do you have that many spirit stones? Can you offer such a high price? What if you trick me in the end and deliberately let someone else buy it?” Good still felt it wasn’t quite right.