Chapter 40 Deduction, the Whole Story from Beginning to End!

The Dubao bag was brownish-yellow in color, bound with a golden thread, and looked like an ordinary cloth pouch at first glance, but it concealed a profound inner mystery.

After a brief moment, the Great Mage stood up. Finding everyone staring at him, he looked somewhat embarrassed and hastily shared the items dropped by the boss. Just then, the boss that had seemingly perished stood up once more. Everyone was greatly startled, each drawing their weapon in preparation for battle.

How could there be food when she hadn't even gone hunting? It was merely an excuse to go see Wangsheng, though Lady Yuan did not expose her and simply let her step down from the carriage.

A faint smile graced Bing Lan's face. Far from blaming Bing Yao's attitude, she instead looked gratified. As a cultivator, one must possess a resolute and decisive heart. Although the opponent had numerous formidable fighters, the moment Yao'er protected Chen Fei, she had unleashed a strike—a symbol of manifested majesty.

Spirit Scorpion wiped the blood from the corner of Chen Fei's mouth. Aside from a trace of apology, a rising fury burned on Chen Long's face; his eldest brother had been injured for his sake yet again. Big Chen was also filled with ceaseless rage, having not expected that after his eldest brother repeatedly saved people like Bing Si, they would receive such treatment upon arriving here.

Da Wuhuang gritted his teeth as blood continuously flowed from his mouth. He gazed at those bizarre creatures, identifying the seven most powerful among them.

"This guy still has his old temper," Sun Sheqiang laughed heartily, giving Zhang Junpei a punch.

This person was the patriarch of a major sect within the Sage Emperor Realm far in the distance, who had a grievance with Ye Gucheng many years ago.

Turning back to the office, Fusheng sat triumphantly on the sofa. The plan was proceeding smoothly, with everything falling entirely within his calculations.

Upon seeing these materials, the swordsman immediately nodded and launched into a flurry of flattery, spouting phrases like "Boss is mighty" and "brave and heroic." He then scampered off happily with the materials.

"These wine mash have fermented for too long; who knows if the distilled liquor will turn out any good? Starting tomorrow, the few of you must hurry up and distill them. I need to see if anything can still be salvaged." Looking at the rows of prepared wine mash piled up in their original spots, Xie Manluo felt heartache piercing through her, and she hurried away immediately after speaking.

"Your servant will exploit his conflict with Bo Pi to drive a wedge between him and the King of Wu. Only when the King of Wu no longer trusts him or listens to his words can we be somewhat safe. I shall handle all these matters."

Wang Yidi once again circulated the Three Lives Yin-Yang Mantra, absorbing the water essence from the primordial water to elevate his cultivation. Because the source was endlessly abundant and felt inexhaustible, Old Wang finally broke through to the Great Perfection of the Yin-Yang Entering-God Mantra, stopping only when there was no further room for advancement.

Though everyone drank quite late on the first night, all of them were up bright and early. Wang Qing naturally went back to training those fifteen hundred frontline soldiers, while Sun Hao and the others, after getting up and tidying themselves, came directly to the council hall. Zeng Yu had not yet specified how they were to be arranged.

Just as Jiang Zhiguo hesitated and wrestled with his thoughts, a light suddenly turned on in the innermost room across the courtyard.

Yet, he also harbored an impulse to go to the capital—not entirely for the sake of Lu Wangshu and Liu Mengli, but driven by some deeply hidden desires and an unyielding obsession that refused to let him live a life of mediocrity.

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"Over ten million?" Gu Xinran was hearing the price of this car for the first time, which led her to think of the Bentley she usually rode in. "Assistant Mu, what about the car I usually ride in?" Hearing this, Mu Rang chuckled and said, "Your car is slightly cheaper, Madam, roughly over six million." Gu Xinran wore a dark expression.

Wang Xiufeng did not know what to say to the old man to avoid awkwardness, so her thoughts drifted to the dough she had half-kneaded.

Mu Rang immediately closed his mouth. Although he had selfish motives in wanting them to reconcile, their quarreling or even breaking up would indeed end up dragging him into it.

On Friday, May 20th, at the Tokyo Municipal Assembly Hall, the award announcement and presentation ceremony for the 29th Edogawa Rampo Prize was held.

As he was thinking this, the sound of wooden clogs drifted from the courtyard. Looking out through the window, he saw He Cheng holding an oiled paper umbrella, walking over from the backyard through the annex beside the side room.

Afterward, however, Ye Qian did offer an apology. In truth, Ye Qian had not done anything overly out of line; the raw talent was there, but she still required some professional guidance.

Nianhui held Mengnuo by the hand as they stepped out of the carriage. Before they even had a chance to step through the front door, the housekeeper immediately hurried forward and whispered something respectfully into Nianhui's ear.

They saw that they had chosen a particular direction, and accordingly proceeded along it. As they advanced deeper into the cavern, they abruptly discovered patches of greenish objects ahead, which they soon realized were actually pockets of poisonous gas.

They were completely unafraid of standard-sized black-clad troops, easily running circles around them with just a single 98K rifle.

Ji Xi undoubtedly felt contempt and disdain for Liu Bei, but at this final moment, watching the three of them remain calm and composed, Ji Xi could not help but feel a sense of admiration for them.

"Got it, as if I wouldn't know how to brew tea for someone else's child?" Auntie Zhao muttered under her breath.