Thirty-one

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They clearly would not ask those questions aloud just yet, so they could only leave with the bride and groom, their minds filled with unanswered questions.

“Damn it! I refuse to believe that I, who possess the supreme secret technique, cannot see through the secrets of heaven. Primal Chaos Pearl, break through this for me!” Zhang Tian ground his teeth, his hatred soaring to the heavens. Regardless of what kind of sage stood in his way, Zhang Tian charged forward fearlessly, invincible all the way.

“He cannot be killed yet! Ever since Helian Mingde left the capital, there has been no trace of him. Sooner or later, he will come looking for Xiao Yuanfeng.” Ming Xuan’s eyes darkened.

While receiving the inheritance of the Heavenly Dipper Righteous Qi Formula, Lu Tianming learned not only that it was one of the Sword Sect’s core techniques, but also something about Meng Tianzheng’s identity. Judging from the latter’s unique insights into the Way of the Sword, he was truly a rare genius with terrifying talent.

After washing up, breakfast arrived just in time. It was a standard Harbor City-style breakfast, and every dish looked mouthwatering.

The walls were covered with countless paintings. Every one depicted the same man in a different expression and pose—smiling or sorrowful—but the deep affection in his eyes never changed.

The ball bounced high into the air before falling toward Echizen’s backcourt. After bouncing several times on the ground, it rolled out of bounds.

However, after walking for several hours, he discovered that he was still on the outskirts of the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm. This space was even more vast than the trial grounds.

Had the Sovereign chosen only people who could see in the dark or had some way of dealing with it?

Baili Kang had originally intended to take advantage of the situation and needle Leng Hao further. But when the Venerable secretly shot him a warning glance, Baili Kang swallowed his anger at once. He glared viciously at Leng Hao, turned his head away in a huff, and said nothing.

Uncle Nangong explained everything to Chen Yang in great detail. As for Cui Cheng, he merely stared at Chen Yang without saying a word.

The filling was translucent, soft and glutinous without sticking to the teeth. Its texture was refreshingly light, and the red-bean flavor inside was rich. Most importantly, after taking one bite, you would immediately want another.

Such transcendent beings had always been exceedingly rare. Almost all of them, like Professor Cheng, failed to survive the final Five Declines of Heaven and Man and ultimately melted into a pool of pus. Each transcendent being and each immortal could be counted on one’s fingers; otherwise, they would never have been so precious.

“Uncle Butler, please bring out the player and play this.” Ye Qingqing handed the butler a USB drive.

Originally, the way she had wrapped her arms around his waist… simply could not stop the man from striking someone.

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Mo Jingshen braced both hands against the edge of the sink, trapping her completely between himself and the mirror. Bending over, he looked at her, his dark eyes filled with undisguised possessiveness.

The king, who had been furious moments earlier, was visibly stunned when he saw Chen Yang, and the expression on his face changed as well.

If the acquisition was put on hold, that would mean the Murong family’s strength had not truly expanded. This situation also bought Zuo Zhi some time.

The longing that had tormented his heart for so long, gnawing at him like maggots burrowing into his bones… still could not stop him from loving her.

Miao Qianqian was instantly overjoyed, looking as though she intended to make him pay dearly. While her electric scooter was charging, she climbed into her Mercedes without hesitation and drove straight to a restaurant at the intersection of Sanli Street.

The people carrying Song Qingqing to Wanglong Bay, along with Mu Mangzi and Shui Hua, bid farewell to the father and sons of the Guo family and set off.

At that moment, Fan Yuntong felt like a victorious general returning from battle. Waiting to welcome him were flowers, green grass, and beautiful women.

Xue Junyi sent one bandit sprawling with a backward kick. Before the other could react, she had already pinned him to the ground as well.

I drew a deep breath, then fired decisively, killing the enemy commander with a single shot.

Shi Xiaofeng tugged with one hand, and the thin air-conditioning blanket flew away. He and she were suddenly face-to-face, with no space between them.

Yu Manli and Ming Fan had always kept in touch through a special arrangement. Today, Yu Manli contacted Ming Fan and asked her to meet at the agreed location, but Ming Fan could not shake the feeling that something was wrong.

The pain was so intense that my entire back felt rotten. If Feng Yi had not lent me his strength, I would probably have been shattered to pieces by then.

Inside the fortifications opposite them, the soldiers hurriedly swung the heavy machine gun around. Its barrel aimed at Yang Fei and the others. They released the safety and were about to pull the trigger.

Jiang Ningning walked up to Ye Zhen and waved a hand before his eyes, but he showed no reaction. Only when she suddenly covered his phone screen did Ye Zhen turn to look at her.

“What is it?” he asked impatiently.

The car moved exceptionally smoothly. The skills of the two veteran drivers were truly impeccable. Liuhuo and Luoli leaned against the back seat and fell asleep in less than a minute.

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By the time they reached the police station, Liu Tianqing’s lawyer had already arrived. Ye Li had calmed down considerably and began recounting what had happened. One side of her cheek was swollen, and only now did she begin to feel the numb ache. Her head had started hurting too. If Liu Tianqing had not been holding her hand the entire time, she felt she might have fainted several times.

For a moment, Shan Fuxiao was rendered speechless by Jing Moxuan. It made sense, though. Once this fuse was lit, waves of turmoil would surge through the financial world one after another, leaving very few peaceful days.

Ever since Meixia’s death, Ruixuan had not entered the boudoir where Meixia had lived, afraid that seeing the familiar objects would bring back painful memories.

That day, Liu Tianqing did not come upstairs until much later. After hiding in the room for a long time without hearing anything, Ye Li was about to go out and check when the elevator chimed and its doors opened. He stepped out extremely slowly, each step seeming to force him to endure some kind of pain.

Liuhuo and Master Fool fought desperately. To outsiders, it looked as though the two were merely sitting opposite each other and sulking, but the perilous battle raging within the spiritual world was far too dangerous to describe to anyone else.

The Black-Iron Soldiers had already run out of insults. They could no longer put their feelings into words.

Yu Xinyuan sat up from the bed in confusion, only to discover that his coat had been removed and neatly placed beside the bed, while a blanket covered him.

Chenye opened his right eye in shock. In that instant, the figure of Hun was reflected in his eye. Golden light radiated from him, his heroic bearing overwhelming. A powerful aura emanated from his entire body, and golden light glittered in his eyes. Beside Hun, the shadow of a golden dragon appeared and vanished intermittently.

Peng Jun was angry, but he still had some reservations about truly losing his temper with Old Sun. Peng Kaixi had repeatedly warned him that it was best to provoke as little trouble as possible with someone like Old Sun. The old man might have something hidden up his sleeve, and angering him would be bad for everyone.

The woman who gave me life is my mother; the man who named me is my father. Only my mother can grant me life, and only my father may decide my name. Everyone else is nothing but a pack of foolish clowns, adding nothing but laughter to the world.

“Of course. With your external martial arts, Big Brother Luo, I’d say I’m probably the only one who could barely last eighty moves against you. Outsiders? They wouldn’t stand a chance.” As he spoke, Du He’s hand suddenly lightened, and Jiang Lingfeng spun around in the same manner, sitting down beside the two of them. He took a sip of Du He’s rice-ball soup and spoke with solemn confidence.

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