Chapter 43

Without taking the time to change out of his work uniform, he ran straight to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and hurried toward Century Plaza.

Do you not know? Zhang Shijie had old ties with Zhang Hongfan. If he had been greedy for power and wealth, or afraid of death, he could have long since secured high official positions and fine steeds under Zhang Hongfan. Why else would he have resisted to the death?

Li Qiushui possessed swift footwork and a shifting, elusive voice. As she spoke, she deployed the Lingbo Weibu micro-movement technique, unleashing trails of winding, flexible White Rainbow Palm energy that enveloped all of Yang Yun's vital points.

As the name implies, the Earth Emperor's Divine Soul is the core of the Earth Emperor. Only with the Earth Emperor's Divine Soul can one reign over this continent and all the living beings upon it.

Housekeeper Xiang also felt a lingering sense of unease in his heart. Now, upon hearing the words of this senior expert, he naturally agreed with delight.

Moreover, Muchen's strength had already surpassed that of countless others, and he possessed immense potential. Nearly everyone had already concluded in their hearts that Muchen had a great chance of breaking through to the Divine-Human realm in the future.

Chishima Seion did not linger on the stage for long, turning around to leave a breathtaking smile. She knew that Ito Mimiko was standing in the wings on the other side, glaring at her with a gnashing of teeth—a gaze laden with jealousy, contempt, and hatred.

The scene was warm and idyllic, filled with fluttering pink bubbles and flying hearts. At such a moment, Chishima Seion stared with wide eyes, her expression frozen in astonishment.

Shortly after the sun had just risen, casting the morning glow over this villa, such a mood-spoiling scene appeared.

Yang Yun walked into the Bounty Division of the Capture Bureau, intending to check if there were any bounty targets located nearby. As soon as he stepped into the main hall, he caught sight of Mo Haoran, whom he had crossed paths with briefly a few days ago.

Just three days into "Hell Week," ten trainee recruits had chosen to give up, but Chen Qinyuan gritted his teeth and persevered, exactly as he had promised.

"Right now... today can be said to be the most important day, at least for me... yes! I solemnly announce here!!!" Ganz deliberately paused, and with a solemn expression, continued.

"In a word, do not let him threaten my family again. Take this thing and inject it into his body!" Xie Lei said, handing a syringe to Zhao Taifu.

If Zhurong was the culprit, they could simply launch a direct attack; but if Zhurong was not the culprit, a direct attack was out of the question. And if Zhurong was not the culprit yet the treasure remained in Zhurong's possession, when fighting was not an option, what should be done?

This time, the stake was four hundred at once, averaging a loss of over a thousand yuan per minute, but things were finally starting to look up a bit.

Tiemu nodded heavily, and then quickly transmitted Momantels's information to all parties. His name, battle record, and combat footage all appeared in the great hall, drawing countless gazes.

"Uncle Zhao, I was bullied in Haikou. Not only did I fail to protect Director Xie, but we were locked up in the police station—right here on Binhai Avenue at the 'South China State Guest House'..." Inside the police station, Shen Xue made a phone call, aggrievedly recounting the origin and details of the matter.

Luo Hao also picked up a pack of barbecue-flavored crispy noodles, tore open the packaging, threw away the seasoning packet inside, and munched with a "crunch, crunch" sound on the mildly salty noodle cake.

The warlord militia sent out by the helicopter rushed forward fearlessly. After leaving twenty or thirty corpses on the ground, they finally managed to drag back the corpse of the "Dark Moon" member who had been jointly killed by Night Hawk, Changqing, and Li Yifeng.

Lin Yong gently waved his tentacles, tentatively extending the longest one to reach inside.

"The procurement of medicinal herbs is entirely handled by Du Leng and Xue Shan. If there is still an antidote prepared, it will be in their rooms, or perhaps the Grand Island Master keeps a copy as well." Chen Chang'an turned around, walked a few steps to the left, pointed at a courtyard not far away, and said, "The Grand Island Master's courtyard is at the foot of the mountain; you can just go straight over and search."

Qilin's Supreme Heavenly Magical Treasure, the Blood-Consuming Divine Saber, unleashed a boundless, destructive blade aura that tore through the bloody mist. This artifact was originally invincible against those in the Apotheosis realm; even divine beings of the ancient divine realm would suffer bitterly if touched by its blade aura. However, he had not expected that Gongyang Tu's Chiyou Flag artifact would perfectly counter the effects of the Blood-Consuming Divine Saber.

He had already discussed it with his parents—the old routine, of course: studying and staying overnight at a classmate's house, and returning home the next day.

"How does everyone feel about this song?" As the song ended, Song Feifei wore a sweet smile, waved, and asked into the microphone.

A yellow light flashed across the entire dark starry sky, and in just an instant, the Wine Emperor's figure vanished from before everyone's eyes.

"Brother Su means that the young lady possesses the mastery of multiple schools at such a tender age, which is truly rare." Fang Jin saw that Su Huai was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that his words were unclear, and immediately stepped in to smooth things over.

When Nan Feng finished speaking, the shopkeeper and the assistant turned deathly pale. In truth, their complexions had already changed while Nan Feng was still speaking.

"Alright, let's part ways here. See you tomorrow morning." Mu Zifei said to Qian Ruonan and Fan Yu at the doorway.

Right at that moment, a protective fence stretching for several kilometers appeared on the border of the grassland. A wave of pleasant surprise surged in Lin Yong's heart; this fence meant he had found his sixth kind of living creature—humans.

In the pilot's eyes, He Peng at this moment was not a yellow-skinned Asian, but a curly-haired Black Vice President—a real-power-wielding Vice President deeply beloved by the citizens and the front-runner as the next presidential candidate.

As soon as Wang Yueban answered the call, he found there was no sound on the other end. Wasn't this playing him for a fool? Why did he keep running into such inexplicable things early in the morning?

Zhou Ya's body gradually relaxed. When I successively touched three reflex zones of the heart, Zhou Ya's chest grew exceptionally uncomfortable, bringing a feeling of tightness, panic, and cold sweat breaking out all over her head.

"Why didn't you fly far away? What are you still doing back here?" someone asked. "If only it could be like that," Potter groaned. "I escaped, but somehow, I had nowhere else to go except coming back here," he said before whimpering again.

If gold or silver had been lost, Gu Mengmeng might not have thrown much of a temper; after all, wealth was something people naturally kept their eyes on. But now that military supplies were lost, the nature of the matter was entirely different.

He felt as though his body had become much lighter. Earlier, because they suddenly wanted to check his identity and pry into his privacy, he had instantly felt that disaster was imminent, causing every single cell in his body to tense up.

"Let's get this straight first—I advise you to stay out of other people's business," the muscular man said, completely looking down on him.

Lin Muchen urgently wanted to get what was in Tian Tian's hands. That eager look of craving something was a gaze Tian Tian had never seen before.

They say Xiangyun Temple already had more than its share of eerie ghost stories, and now that I had run into one myself, I couldn't help feeling somewhat puzzled. Afterward, I poked my head out, wanting to see what was going on.