Chapter 49: Flawless Deduction! He Has Already Been Exposed!

"Why is it that no one in the entire hall has ever tasted the peach blossom wine brewed personally by Brother Buhuan?" Jin Mantang asked while tidying up the things beside him, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

Drawn on this second page was a rectangular object... and at the bottom were two circular things resembling wheels.

Yet this ghost array was truly tyrannical. Every time Hua Jiu broke through to the edge of the array, its power would instantly concentrate before her, transforming into a weapon soaring with bloody aura that beat her back ruthlessly.

She pressed her back firmly against the sofa seat, tilting her head to look at the newcomer to express her dissatisfaction.

Hua Jiu nodded. Before her, Jun Youning had nine spiritual pets. And after her, the Heavenly Honored One only had the Green-Eyed Three-Flower Civet.

The sound of conversation suddenly ceased at this moment, not because they had found their companions, but because they caught sight of a figure that, to them, should not have appeared here either.

Outside the door, Qiao Qiao and Lin Haiyang entered. Seeing that Gu Chen had already woken up, Qiao Qiao walked over to the hospital bed.

He swallowed a few eggs with tap water, finding the taste in his mouth so bland it turned bitter. Wanting to lie down and rest for a moment, he unexpectedly fell asleep the second he lay back.

As for Gu Chen, throughout these past few years, whenever he had time, he would buy a bouquet of flowers and come to the cemetery to chat with Xia Mingyi. He would talk about matters of the company, about Xia Shiguang, about those irrevocable pasts, and about the future they could no longer share.

Meanwhile, Xia Shiguang met with Liang Yuanquan every few days, discussing her plans after acquiring the company's equity.

Jiang Xingmian was about to activate her Heavenly Eyes when, at that exact moment, the faint sound of fluttering wings came from directly above without any warning.

It could only mean that the gang boss had bad luck and his time had come to an end here. Of course, Zhou Yiliang was more inclined toward another possibility—he had been murdered.

On second thought, perhaps not. If he had known she was one of the masterminds behind this incident, the moment she stepped foot into the estate, he would have had his bodyguards seize her.

Su Ruanruan returned to the base and distributed all the work of rebuilding and planting grain, remaining busy all the way until March when the weather gradually turned warm.

"Who says I was talking about horoscopes?" Yang Leqi happily picked up another banana and began to eat.

He Min's high heels were as good as fed to the fish. Wearing no socks, she walked forward bare-foot on the asphalt road, gritting her teeth and braving it, clearly enduring intense pain.

It considered him in everything it did, entirely omitting the oppression and fear suffered when its life was threatened. That sincerity, where its heart and eyes were filled completely with thoughts for his well-being, actually made him somewhat reluctant to meet her eyes.

With such a disdain for the poor and a fondness for the rich, even if Yi Yan managed to pass the exams and marry into the city, she would only suffer mistreatment in the future.

As a high school track and field student, Hao Shanzhi felt that learning martial arts from a reclusive master was no easy feat. Even the tuition fees were peculiar, requiring nothing more than pebbles and lessons in literacy.

At the very end of the press conference was the reporter Q&A session, which was naturally the most crucial part.

In attack and defense combat techniques, frontal lateral strikes, flanking and rear attacks were particularly special. One could say they formed a flexible and all-encompassing evasive footwork.

Tang Feng gazed at the sky, feeling as though he were like duckweed in the vast ocean, with nowhere to find refuge. Offending the powerful and facing pursuit, perhaps this crisis was even more severe than the last.

Without concealing his disdain in the slightest, the younger generation of the human race did not dare a single soul to step forward and fight him. Even An Yi, though his expression was gloomy, merely remained rooted to the spot.

Zhang Donghai took a bite of his food and a sip of wine, then spoke to Lin Meiyi about his yearning for Zhao Qiaozhen.

From then on, the "Heaven" sometimes rotated to the other side of the Earth and might not appear, and people grew accustomed to this increasingly distant and irregularly appearing "Heaven." Later, during the Xia Dynasty, "Heaven" was officially named the Moon.

Cave Master Lingtian could not help but say, "Thanks." She was originally a spirit; as long as her vital energy was normal, she could sustain herself for a long time without eating or drinking. However, if she sustained injuries, she would inevitably have to rely on nourishment to restore her primordial energy.

Chen Junxiang handed a cigarette to Xiao Yunfei while catching the secret hand sign Xiao Yunfei made. With a reassuring look in his eyes, Chen Junxiang conveyed to Xiao Yunfei that everything would be coordinated promptly and they would fight with all their might.

"Is this the village you all speak of?" Liu Kehong asked the three of them casually, still feeling somewhat uncertain in his heart.

He believed he had never treated them unfairly, yet why did they betray the family? Why was this? Han Shouhan's heart was bleeding.

"Cannot summon! The transmission capability of the two-way teleportation array seems to be blocked by this grand array! Huh? Someone has appeared..." Sun Wukong's voice stopped abruptly. Sun Li called out in the depths of his mind for a long time, yet received not the slightest response.

The Dragon Roaring Sword wailed, the Demon-Shedding Remnant Axe gleamed coldly, and Hou Canglong's face was deathly pale. Seemingly knowing that escape was impossible, only his eyes remained completely calm.

Watching Hasam, who rushed forward like a golden fierce tiger descending a mountain, even the Shura Gang warriors behind Nadal felt immense pressure. Yet Nadal, standing right at the front, remained completely composed, possessing quite a bit of unshakeable poise even if Mount Tai were to collapse before him.

No matter how detailed other people's accounts were when heard with one's ears, it was just like listening to someone else's story. How could that kind of feeling ever compare to the truth and delicacy of recalling all of the past oneself?