49 Departure

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Khan Ush's burly figure blocked the tent entrance, his fierce eyes locked menacingly onto Jiang Anyi, who met his gaze with complete indifference while remaining vigilant against any potential hidden arrows.

When parting ways, Li Bajiao stepped forward to embrace Qi Hao, which the latter found completely normal—he was her benefactor, after all, and gratitude was only natural.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw Zixuan wearing the same black trench coat as mine, her back turned to me. The Sword Demon, the God of Space and Time, Bai Qie, and the others were all there, facing the Demon Lord and his companions. My vision felt sharper than ever before.

Shen Siyu and Lin Chuxia stared in absolute amazement at Wang Dadao's completely unblemished arm, exclaiming in wonder. It was simply too miraculous.

On any ordinary day, Tang Zhiming would have gladly accepted the invitation. Aside from the fine food and drinks, the hosts were bound to prepare gifts, and a single meal would easily net him a hundred taels of silver. However, today was different; a trusted aide sent by Magistrate Yao of Wufeng County had arranged to meet him that evening at the Qingfeng Tower, and that matter took precedence.

The three of them caught up with Zhet, only to watch him return to his room, tidy it up, snap his fingers to tear open a dimensional rift, and dive right through it.

Yet Yun Chen seemed to have anticipated this outcome. With a cold hoot, he formed a hand seal with his right hand, and the peach-wood sword hovering around him instantly shot forward as if obeying a command.

Both Zhet and Wu Xi vanished. The very instant they disappeared, Ilona felt the time previously frozen by Wu Xi resume its flow, and the world returned to normal.

"This old man's surname is Chen, and I am a native of Qiuhe County in Bingzhou. I served as a county magistrate for a few years before retiring in recent years. The Runshui River swelled due to heavy rains, and Yaofeng Village where I lived was submerged when the dikes burst. With no other choice, I had to flee my home with my family," the old man said, a flash of pain crossing his eyes.

Just as he was about to double-check the brand entrance sequence, VIP seating arrangements, and photography zone setups, he suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure.

"Behind you." The icy words drifted like a ghost. Once again, it was an attack from his blind spot. Hearing that voice, cold sweat instantly broke out along the back of Huang Qingzhi's spine.

Milicic even called Bill Laimbier to review game tape together, as previously agreed upon before paying him, with Laimbier also responsible for correcting his movements.

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The dinner concluded, and the group headed downstairs. President Zhang sent a car to drive Lin Mocheng and Mu Hanzhia to their hotel. Xue Ning also had a private chauffeur waiting, who had surprisingly driven up in a Bentley.

Feng Yunxiu was exceptionally shrewd. Recalling what they were wearing when he saw Lin Xiaotang the previous night, he immediately connected the current events to him.

Before his words fully faded, the Space-Time Dragon King had already lunged toward the largest and hottest of the thirteen stars.

Compared to their meeting in Shanghai, Takashima Kaisei had grown much thinner, suggesting his recent days had been far from easy, yet he was still genuinely delighted to see Lin Xiaotang.

Once everything was in order, the two retreated along their original path, returning to their courtyard without any mishaps.

All of this was a walk in the park for Li Liehuo. Within moments, he refined the Thunder Spirit Ring, making it entirely his own. He slipped the ring back onto his finger, while the Flame God's power within him underwent another transformation through the Solar Manifestation Realm, turning into his own unique thunderous might. Only then was the main event about to begin.

"You're truly fortunate to have escaped my wrathful strike," Aurora Evernight said indifferently, as his seven Sacred Heavenly Kings rose into the air to stand at his exact level.

Arriving at the breakfast stall downstairs from the supermarket, she listlessly ordered a bowl of rice noodles. Just as she had taken a couple of bites, He Jing arrived.

Right at that moment, a commotion broke out outside. Lin Yufu hurried out of the tent to see a group of injured Northern Barbarian soldiers cursing angrily as they limped back.

The pre-meal sparkling wine tasted sweet and sour, with upper-middle quality that well justified its price.

She couldn't be bothered with the so-called Vivi; for the sake of streaming popularity and income, she was willing to trample on any baseline of human decency.

As a battle-hardened veteran Pokémon, Mightyena was almost knocked out by Chansey's sudden surprise attack due to a momentary lapse in attention.

"I suppose he merely wanted to pick some flowers for you and accidentally disturbed the giant snake," Peng Yue remarked as he walked over, not without a hint of sentimentality.

"This is called a hot pot. You take selected ingredients and swish them around in a pot of boiling broth, then pull them out and dip them in sauce—it tastes exceptionally good! And it's especially perfect for winter!" Hanfeng could hardly wait. The dishes known to ancient chefs were limited; while the flavors were decent, Hanfeng had long been eager for a change of pace.

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Lin Yufu had remained remarkably silent the entire way. Though she had slender arms and legs, she ran with impressive momentum and never fell behind him.

Upon seeing the steaming, meat-scented large buns, the Beggar's Sect members instantly stared with glazed eyes and began to drool profusely. Without another word, one of them snatched the food right out of Su Zizi's hand, wolfing it down in three massive bites.

The fact that Mu Hu went out of his way to say such things today proved that he was overthinking things and had already begun taking precautions against me.

The northern border was inhabited by a vast number of the Liang-driving tribes. They excelled in cavalry combat, with every single soldier riding horses into battle. Ever since they were crushed by Yan Ran, they had remained peaceful for several years, but during all this time, they had been nursing their hatred in secret, waiting precisely for this day. Once they reclaimed their lost territory, they would become the undisputed masters of the grassland once again.

If such an incident truly left a psychological shadow or genuinely terrified her, playing along in the future wouldn't be fun at all.

Sensing that the room was empty, Qi Haoyuan finally opened his eyes and inspected the interior furnishings. It was a rather spartan room with virtually no furniture aside from the dilapidated wooden bed he was lying on and a dark bedside table beside it. There wasn't even a wardrobe; a few changes of clothes simply hung from the walls.

After Haofeng left the café and drove away, I looked down at the table. It was an eleven-digit mobile number starting with 139, the trailing digits a chaotic jumble that was hard to commit to memory. Fearing I would forget it, I saved it to Zhao Qian's phone first, then pulled out a napkin from the holder to wipe the table clean and erase any traces.

I once thought Lin Siai's acting skills were enough to claim the title of Best Actress, but now I believed that if Tang Wenwen claimed second place, no one would dare claim first.

Around twelve-thirty, an unfamiliar number called me. I answered to find it was Feng Yao, who reported that she had deployed forces with the Zhengzhou Longzu Bureau. None of the checkpoints had flagged any suspicious vehicles yet, which likely meant the kidnappers and Song Jia had exited the highway early to hole up somewhere in Jilin Province, only returning to Zhengzhou the next day.

Taking him down might invite retaliation, but compared to the revenge he could exact after rising to the upper echelons of power, this kind of retaliation would be far more manageable.

Xiao Rong was at the end of his tether. The Eastern Depot agents were hot on his heels, and he had long anticipated meeting such a fate. Fortunately, the one pursuing him wasn't Shen Yan; otherwise, his situation would be far more miserable.