Chapter 42 I Am Not Playing the Other Woman

"Cancel what cancellation! I never agreed to call off the engagement!"

Dai Mubai's suppressed temper flared up again. He pushed Oscar aside, reaching out to grab Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing stepped back, dodging him.

"Don't touch me."

She said coldly.

"......"

Tang San and Xiao Wu watched from the side, originally intending to mind their own business, but the next second, a familiar voice rang out, and a familiar figure appeared before them.

Ye Zhixing helped him up. Sure enough, a large patch of skin on his arm was scraped off, exposing the crimson flesh beneath. Fresh blood protected the bruised tissue, and some dirt was embedded in the wound.

Even a hardened man of steel could not withstand such torment for two or three days. Physically and mentally exhausted, he finally relaxed completely at this moment, yet for a time, he found himself unable to sleep.

Thus, he placed the hammer before his eyes. A flash of light burst forth, and he saw something different.

"Speaking of which, are there still many Dark Feather clansmen hidden within the First City? Wasn't a blood-reversing potion developed previously? Theoretically shouldn't they have all been cleared out?" Bai Licai asked with some puzzlement.

There were two major favorites in this year's draft: one was Dwight Howard, and the other was Emeka Okafor.

On the Eastern team's side, Larry Brown didn't set up much in the way of tactics. The East's opening offensive right out of the gate was Iverson's one-on-one play.

However, in the past, the Wu tribesmen and the Wu River Cavalry formed by them were the apple of Emperor Ivan Zaki's eye, and no one dared to touch them lightly.

Ever since her rebirth, she had been living in an unreal daze, plagued every night by dreams of being haunted by ghosts and spirits.

Though trembling inwardly, Luo Xi knew he couldn't show weakness; otherwise, these bullies-of-the-weak, tooth-and-claw merfolk would pounce on him and tear him to pieces.

Given Lei Dacham's strength, he represented the decisive, turning-point power in the war between humans and monsters.

Strange. If my eyes aren't playing tricks on me, Sun Simiao has been staying inside the room all along, so whose was the dark shadow that just went outside? It couldn't possibly be the conduct of Night Flowing Ice's subordinates to act so furtively; could it be an outsider who sneaked in? But how could Burial Flower Abyss be somewhere anyone could just wander into?

A Dou looked at Meng Da with a smile, not expecting that Meng Da would still be thinking of him at a time like this. However, looking at the current situation, it seemed he had just saved Meng Da's life; besides, Meng Da was no match for Ma Dai whatsoever, so what could he possibly use to protect him?

Even in death, I shall feel no despair. I smiled to myself, realizing that after all, I was different after all.

The Plague Tyrant Davis and its surrounding four plague wyrmlings appeared before Zhang Yuanhang and the others once more.

A kiss accompanied by a light chastisement was lingering and domineering, thick and unyielding sweetness melting between their lips and teeth.

A Dou nodded. The Chengdu Zhang family was a prominent local clan within the city limits of Chengdu, practically the local overlords, holding numerous properties around Chengdu. Take Pang Tong's current recuperation site, for instance—such a prime location and vast estate were things only the Zhang family could provide.

She was weeping bitterly out of heartache for Xueyi, yet she knew Xueyi was extraordinary and at least had no threat to her life. Xue Lianyu, however, was different; he was considered an elite disciple in the outer sect, but once he reached the inner sect, he was practically at the bottom of the pile, far from being able to challenge opponents above his rank, especially since he had only recently advanced to the Dao Embryo Realm.

Zhang Yuanhang roared at the top of his lungs. He wanted to finish off this boss in one go, so regardless of the consequences, he leaked the strategy for fighting this boss and pulled out a generous amount of gold coins to motivate everyone.

"Wait, the bark of a thousand-year-old camphor tree? Are you sure it's this thing?!" Thinking he had misheard earlier, until Xin Lian uttered the name a second time, I couldn't help crying out in shock.

Having done this, she took out a pair of scissors, removed the feathered crown from her head, and made a fierce cut straight into her thick, waist-length black hair, shearing off a massive handful of beautiful locks.