Chapter 119: Reaping What One Sows

"If you cannot finish it all at once, you may store the bottle at the bar, take it with you, or perhaps try one of our bartender's signature cocktails."

"Then why don't you recommend a cocktail for us?"

"Since it seems to be your first time at our bar, I recommend the lady try our signature Piña Colada, made with rum, Malibu coconut liqueur, pineapple juice, and coconut cream. It has a moderate alcohol content..."

Upon reviewing the recording, the crime scene became crystal clear: a red Santana drove past Tang Jing and Bajie, stopped about a kilometer away, and after some gesturing with a pickup truck driver, it sped off again. That pickup truck was the very vehicle that had struck Zhu Xiaojie.

Logically speaking, if a creature as formidable as a primordial giant crocodile suggests that a place is strange, then there must undoubtedly be something wrong with it.

"If it doesn't hurt today, it will hurt tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that. It might always be like this. Will you just not sleep then, too?" Liu Tianqing did not try to stop her again; he simply lay back quietly, watching her bustle about by the bedside.

Written clearly upon it, besides her own, were the names, weapons, and ultimate techniques of the six Rakshasas.

"Nurse, she's awake." This time, the voice beside her was much clearer. She opened her eyes in astonishment, her heart suddenly racing, her breathing becoming difficult to control. As she turned her head, several figures in white lab coats rushed to the bedside, obscuring that handsome silhouette.

Whether Lan Bing hadn't noticed or simply didn't want to engage, she did not speak a single word to Chang Qingyu, who sat there, from beginning to end.

Moreover, the Tyrant Man-Bear possessed truly thick skin; ordinary magical artifacts could cause it no harm whatsoever.

Everyone felt that coming to this gathering had not been in vain. The spectacle of a wealthy scion trampling on someone was worth watching, and the onlookers kept imagining how Young Master Jiang would deal with his opponent.

"Wives, we're entering the city!" Xiang Yu pushed aside those two simpletons and led his four wives into the city.

Among the sixteen alchemist proctors, excluding Master Guyue, the dozen or so others were all voicing their opinions, clearly betting against Xu Chuan’s chances of passing.

Although Ye Nanshan had recalled everything he experienced on the Glory Continent, how could he be certain that the Glory Continent wasn't just a fleeting dream?

"Failed again?" Ye Nanshan entered the kitchen and asked, looking at the pot of blackened sludge.

Zhao Xinying was dazed; she didn't even know how she and her grandfather had returned home. It wasn't until they were back that she realized her grandfather was looking at her with an expression of exasperation.

"Whitebeard" Edward Newgate, the world's strongest man and strongest pirate, once served as an apprentice on another pirate crew before forming the Whitebeard Pirates to venture into the New World.

The further down he went, the denser the radiation energy became, making Liu Chen increasingly vigilant. Perhaps something even more terrifying lurked below.

The whole family was in high spirits; even Mother Liu drank a few glasses, and Father Liu became heavily intoxicated, though Liu Chen only had two glasses before stopping.

At first, when Wei Renxiong asked about the alloy combat blade and the mutated plants, Liu Chen thought he was eyeing those two items.

With her forehead still pressed against the ground, Zhu Siyun shook her head slightly. Who was speaking? It was so noisy. What was wrong with her? Why did her blood feel sluggish? Her head felt so swollen.

Wutong had once made a choice before the inter-dimensional passage leading to the Dragon-Phoenix Continent: she abandoned her past and threw the nameplate symbolizing her identity into the passage. She never expected that You Luanqing would find it.

Niannian had no heart left to listen. Her father had left her, Yi Ze had left her, and now, was even Xue Yihuai going to leave her?

Di Mo's face was full of malice, his features twisted and distorted, with wrinkles and signs of aging creeping into the corners of his eyes.