Chapter 76: Public Enemy

"Qin Yu? Who is that?"
Clearly, Qin Yu’s reputation had yet to reach the provincial capital.
Qin Yu coughed awkwardly, having assumed that his victory in the debate would make him famous—if not among the hospital’s junior doctors, then certainly with its director.
"Um, I’m Qin Yu from Haicheng, and also a..."
Alice tapped Lotta’s nose with her finger. She seemed to enjoy touching Lotta’s black nose, and every time she did, Lotta felt a sweet fragrance wafting into her nostrils. Listening to Alice, Lotta seemed to understand something.
While Nangong Wen was fiercely battling the three masters, the Crimson Blood Essence he had thrown was suddenly attracted by an invisible force.
It was Lin Xuan’s fearless demeanor that inspired her, giving her the courage to wander recklessly wherever she pleased.
"How do you know it’s him?" Harry asked in confusion, reminding Hermione, "That’s Gryffindor’s uniform."
Hugh Gila was caught in a dilemma, crouching on the ground with his head in his hands. It seemed both people held equal weight in his heart—no matter how Lotta pressed him, he simply couldn’t choose.
Seeing the remote control, a wave of dread surged through Xiao Mu’s heart, as if he had fallen into an icy abyss.
Now that things had escalated to bayonet combat, if the firearms slipped from their hands, the dagger would become their only means of survival—how could one not know how to use it?
Katherine teased David with a radiant smile: "It was clear that day in the Quidditch stadium stands; her eyes burned with desire."
The compound bow’s arrow began to arc toward the distance. Its range was already impressive, and a chunk of iron dangled from its tip.
The Lin family’s store was already gone; if he smashed it with a kick, it wouldn’t just be Guandi Bao’s head at stake—it could very well be the entire Xu family’s shack.
John Cena lunged, knocking Sheamus off the ring, then tried to shove Li Tianze, but Li Tianze pulled him down too.
Suddenly, several figures darted past the thicket ahead, snapping branches with loud crashes, accompanied by heavy, labored breaths.
On either side, mountain peaks bore towering stone monuments, inscribed with ancient characters imbued with countless traces of the Way of Heaven.
Poor Jay Uso, powerless from start to finish—such was the gap in narrative strength, an unbridgeable chasm.
The quasi-level corpse he’d fed to the Fatty earlier had been secretly cursed with deadly poison. Even if the Fatty advanced to quasi-level, widening the gap in strength, he still couldn’t escape Seeger’s control.
Guarding the immortal veins of heaven and earth was a stroke of fate for any disciple. Yet Gu Yifeng, having reached a bottleneck in cultivation, now needed not the immortal veins, but a profound awakening between life and death. After all, these immortal veins of the celestial realm might hold a strand of the world’s primordial laws.
With blades flashing, Wan Li Pengcheng and his three companions swiftly slaughtered over a dozen cultivators at the Law Realm. The cultivation resources in their hands were of no interest to Chen Wangyi and his group, so the four benefited instead.
Thinking of FCW, Li Tianze recalled Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose—the former poised to become the new king in ROH, the latter already notorious as a madman in the independents.
After Seeger finished dressing, he noticed a squad of armored knights wielding spears, riding tall horses and searching for strangers everywhere.
Jinfeng reined in his powerful steed, which halted abruptly, snorting impatiently, tossing its head and stamping its feet as if displeased by the sudden stop.
First it was Chen Jing—I always thought she was the one I loved most, but it turned out she led the charge to send me here. Next was Li Huanhuan; there’s no question about her, she was certainly a mastermind. As for the others, including Du Yifei and Dongfang Yu, I suppose they weren’t the most suitable either.