Chapter 117: The Marionette

Sun Miao bit his lips, tightening his grip on the demon tree in his hand. A faint red glimmer shone in his eyes, giving him a look of desperation and determination. Yet, the others only scoffed at this; who would have thought such a person could be so passionate?

Looking into the distance, mountain ranges overlapped in harmonious order. Waves of delicate fragrance wafted through the air, refreshing and invigorating. Unknown celestial birds soared freely among the peaks, dancing gracefully—a truly immortal scene.

“When I was injured, even the physician mistook you for my husband, and we have already shared intimacy. Sooner or later, I, Jinse, will belong to you. What is there left for you to worry about?” Jinse’s voice was calm but tinged with tenderness. Xuanming listened, feeling warmth spread through his heart, and was deeply moved.

Wenren Ya could not guess what these fellows were brooding about, but Shen Xiao sensed it easily—their curious gazes were barely concealed.

Shen Yu told me today was the birthday of the Virtuous Consort in the palace. He asked me to disguise myself as his attendant and sneak in with him. He also warned me: the palace is unlike the outside world—do not listen, look, wander, or speak loudly.

Raditz, Kakarot’s death, came as expected. However, instead of being slain by Piccolo’s Special Beam Cannon, Raditz was ultimately killed by Gohan’s explosive surge of strength.

“Of course. If she comes, just connect her directly to me. I imagine she may soon become Sister-in-law Qiao,” Nightshade laughed.

I nodded lightly, no longer inclined to explain. Another mouthful of blood spilled forth. I felt my body gently placed upon something soft. Squinting, I watched that streak of bright yellow stumble and gradually vanish from my sight. Cold tears once more slid down my cheeks.

Sweat poured from his forehead, soaking his clothes. His training suit was covered in dust, but he lacked the strength to lift a hand and wipe it away.

She had long resided on the Western Continent. Even when Ai Wan was to marry Shen Xiao years ago, she had no time to return, so although she understood the Shen family, she had never actually met any of them.

No need for a driver—he drove home himself, stopping by the bakery to buy pastries for the family.

As the match progressed, the Rockets’ three-point shooting cooled. After all, in the first three minutes, their three-point percentage exceeded eighty percent—an astonishing feat.

After much debate, no consensus emerged, so everyone turned to the Celestial Lord, awaiting his judgment.

Han Zhi Immortal released the Black Wind. As Ziya hurriedly opened his eyes, the Rainbow Cloud Fairy struck his eye, injuring him so badly he almost fell from his mount. Qiong Xiao charged with her sword, but thanks to Yang Jian’s timely rescue, disaster was averted. Ziya returned to the reed hut, closing his eyes in pain.

At that moment, several leaders were discussing matters at the hall entrance. Three corpses lay on the ground, their deaths gruesome: one with shattered limbs, another with a gaping hole through his chest and back, and the third died with eyes wide open, bleeding from seven orifices—clearly frightened to death.

After everyone had paid their respects, Wang Bin explained the situation between Xiao Yi and Wang Xizhi in detail to Wang Xingzhi.

Xiao Yi was confident in his martial arts, but when the fat monk leapt onto the treetop, he had not noticed, causing Xiao Yi’s brow to furrow slightly.

Shaking his head to discard stray thoughts, he covered Li Juri’s chest with the scattered bathrobe and began tending to her wounds.

Around 9 p.m., the call came: the patient had awakened. The dislocated right shoulder had been resolved, with no signs of fracture. The right ankle would need time to heal.

Wu Yanqing stayed silent for a long time, and Lee Soo-man thought Wu Yanqing was angry, feeling anxious and uneasy.

They were greeted by Yu Zhigan’s bullets—three shots, two to the head. Two armed men’s bodies lay cold on the deck, eventually falling into the Bering Strait as the ship rocked.

From that moment, they grew further and further apart. After that incident, she came to thoroughly hate Su Zhan—a person she could never forgive.

Bodies, ship debris, and fragments floated everywhere on the sea. The entire area was thick with these, and, apart from that, sharks drawn by the scent of blood.

“No wonder the black-robed figure who controls the six pyramids is so domineering and strange!” Chen Feng calmed his mind, pondering for a moment in awe. If facing an eighth-level expert, Chen Feng believed that even if he couldn’t win, he might still escape.

“We need to operate immediately to remove the nail and treat the wound to prevent further infection, but the trainer must sign,” the doctor said slowly.

Besides, there was the misfortune of failing to marry, being unable to bear sons, always failing the imperial exams, and losing everything in business—misery upon misery.

A tribute that could tempt even ancient Nascent Soul monsters still could not move Li Qingtong’s heart.

This mindset is etched in our bones; no one ever told us that China should be first, but as we grew, this belief naturally appeared, as if flowing from our blood—a conviction inscribed in our lineage.

This degree of tempering made Li Qingtong, now using the Starshift Seal, twist and contort her bones as she flew.

Although the Premier League and the First Division are both broadcast on various platforms, the First Division’s ratings are so low that, even combined, they can’t match a single Stardust livestream.

A loud buzzing erupted as bolts rained down on the parted River Mountain Iron Sword. Fortunately, tourists had already fled in fright; otherwise, Zhang Zhijie wouldn’t have dared give the order.

If the Dharma Body were killed now, Tianyin Temple would first blame Ghost King Sect and Ten Thousand Venoms Gate, while the Pleasure Sect could watch from the sidelines, ready to play the hidden hand.

Once you accept this premise and let your mind race, it’s not hard to realize a truth: among their enemies, one possesses invisibility.

Yukiko Takashiro, known for her tolerance, looked with some reproach at Wang Chen, who had just bullied her in the office, pulling her skirt down from her waist to cover the alluring scene.

① Suffocation is caused by blocking the mouth and nose with hands or other soft objects, leading to asphyxiation. Also known as smothering, it results from obstructed airways, preventing gas exchange in and out of the body, causing respiratory failure and death. It is commonly seen in homicide, though accidental cases occur, often among infants under three months old.