Acquiring New Abilities for the True Body

"A sudden tsunami has been detected in Japan, and it cannot be ruled out whether it is related to the Dragon race. Calling the Japan Branch, is support needed?"

Norma's voice echoed through the Japan Executive Bureau. Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.

At this time, the Niteru-gumi was still in a state of chaos. Although the Public Security Bureau had entered the hall, because there were still higher-ups pressing down on them, they did not dare to be too presumptuous, while those fellows originally belonging to the Niteru-gumi were still being suppressed at the moment.

At this moment, so—

"In other words, you only have Shiye in your heart now?" Compared to the problem the man focused on, Zhu Xinyu's concern was much simpler and more direct.

What the Supreme Ruler said before leaving was right: although this Princess Linglong had a cold exterior, she possessed a soft heart.

Zhuang Nuannuan did not even dare to look at the comments below; they certainly would not be pleasant. Still, enduring her anxiety, she forced herself to check a few. Sure enough, the top-floating comment was...

Meanwhile, Leng Wushuang's Shangguan Wan'er nimbly evaded Gan Jiang and Moye's attacks, showing off her footwork with remaining health. As she threw out her second skill, she was also able to heal herself. Although the amount was not large, her health points were actually rising.

When the shaggy-haired guy's provocative actions were broadcast on the large electronic screen, Brother Saohei could not bear to watch any longer.

It seemed that even the employees of the entire Qiao Group knew about this matter, and moreover, they actually believed it to be true.

Accompanied by a creeping chill sweeping through the heart, the pain intensified, feeling as if someone were stirring inside with a knife.

Easily taking down the top lane tier-two tower of the Star God Second Team, Apex Team was not satisfied and continued to apply pressure.

"At this time, everyone is sleeping, nothing will happen." He reached out to untie her sash, unable to wait even a moment longer.

Su Yiyi's six legs fully extended. No longer raising her body, she pressed herself completely flat against the obsidian floor of the great hall.

One must know that Yue Nanfeng had the ability to contact overseas assassins, while she was now completely a cripple. How could she protect her family's safety?

"Really? Are you willing to cook every meal for me every day?" Xiao Yunting asked tentatively, still somewhat disbelieving.

What followed exceeded my expectations. There was no anticipated criticism for underperforming employees, but rather various gifts and commendations.

Entering a room, the sunlight was no longer so blinding, and Lu Yan's eyes could not help feeling much more comfortable.

I broke out in a cold sweat. Although I knew that even if the opponent stabbed over, they could not hurt me, this shadowy feeling gave me lingering fear.

Aside from mocking me publicly, Duan Long did not harbor any deep-seated hatred, so Yan Shaobei only symbolically struck an offensive posture.

Zhao Shije, standing nearby, finally caught his breath, grimacing as he lay on the ground, his entire body beginning to tremble violently.

None of the chefs had ever seen such dishes. They had always been trained in Western cuisine and had never encountered Chinese food at all.

Looking at Yun Mengxue's panicked expression, Luo Haochen finally revealed a faint smile, and this time it was not limited to just the corners of his lips curling up; a layer of warmth also brushed across the depths of his eyes.

The old woman beckoned to Cong Yi, signaling him to come over. Seeing Cong Yi conversing with an old woman, Constable Zheng paused nearby to wait.

He knew Han Lang's battle prowess all too well. Judging by the combat strength of these thirteen men, they were definitely no match for Han Lang. Or rather, today's God-child-level geniuses were merely a unit of measurement for Han Lang's combat power.

Creating a mud pit of his own, he jumped into the waist-deep sticky clay every day, pulling himself out over and over again.

He pulled her into his embrace, making her dizzy. She wanted to push him away, but her body had softened like a pool of water.

Luo Haoning asked back with unexpected surprise, then suddenly realizing he had said too much, he frowned and withdrew his gaze.

Could it be that Uncle Fang Cheng and his dozen or so disciples had met with misfortune? His heart tightened further, and eager to eliminate the three people before him, he had no choice but to use an immortal-grade martial technique.