Volume 1, Chapter 34: The Liar – Return of an Old Acquaintance

Chu Qiaoruoke spoke her mind. They were getting along quite well now, and she did not mind being a little closer and more natural with him.

Xu Youwei’s gaze toward them was incredibly sharp, causing Mrs. Li the Third to fall silent instantly. Her family members stepped forward, pulling her away and not daring to cause any more trouble.

I paused for a moment, feeling a trace of disappointment, but since I was the one who made the mistake first, it was only natural for him to be angry.

If he had known the result would be like this, he would never have let Shi Dezhang film this scene.

“I can grant anything. Depending on what you ask for, I might choose to agree, refuse, or kill you,” Yun Ziwei said indifferently.

He had originally prepared to dive the tower, but he did not expect Lu Ban No. 7, who was far away in the bottom lane, to beat him to it.

In other words, if Luo Luoshen asked Yan Yan to talk about the story of Dugu Qingcheng, it would be difficult for Yan Yan to do so. The scale was hard to balance: if he showed too much admiration for Dugu Qingcheng, it would clearly be a hurt to Luo Luoshen; yet, if he portrayed Dugu Qingcheng as having no redeeming qualities, it would not be in line with the facts.

With a series of explosions, the Shadow Heavenly Trace was shattered by nine colorful phoenix wings. Then, the nine great phoenixes merged into one, becoming an ancient phoenix with nine tails. The raging phoenix fire covered the sky and the earth, engulfing the Shadow Demon.

“Yay... That’s amazing! We actually succeeded on the first try. I’ve seen many guilds disband many times before getting it right,” said Desert Flying Snow.

At this time, there were not many people on the train, and the luggage racks were quite empty, so Xu Hui and the others could put their things wherever they liked.

“Ask him, who does the Countess frequently associate with?” Feng Haiquan wanted to start from the Countess’s social connections to find relevant clues.

Ling Yunpeng decided to recruit this former theater fanatic, now a con man named Fu Xinghan, to make him a member of the Miaoying Commando Unit, allowing him to live—or perhaps die—with more value and meaning.

Li Banxia also recognized the middle-aged man he was currently questioning; he was responsible for logistics when they first entered the ruins. He had not expected to run into him again this time.

Yes, this frustrating exam actually had a proctor, a living one. In short, Proctor A took away the rule-breaking Qin Jiu. The most brazen part was that Qin Jiu didn’t take it seriously at all and even teased the proctor.

“Here, take this to buy something to eat.” The other person looked at Shendu with great confusion, not recognizing him, before offering a polite smile, walking up to the beggar, and dropping a copper coin.

“Dr. Shangguan, based on your experience, how long will it be before he wakes up?” Song Zeyan turned to ask Shangguan Qian.

By the time Shendu and his men cleared the entire city gate passage and charged into Xiangcheng, the enemy soldiers left in the passage, both men and horses, had become corpses. They had completely lost their threat and could not even hinder the advance of the Tang cavalry.

As the corrosive effect took hold, it also released a type of poison gas that slightly affected the human nervous system. However, it had little effect on humans, let alone cyborgs.

Wotu sensed that something was wrong with her. He furrowed his thick brows, suddenly grabbed a cloak from the rack, wrapped it around himself and Yin Ruxu, and strode out of the royal tent. He took Yin Ruxu, mounted a horse, and galloped toward the wilderness outside the tribe.

Ling Yunpeng took Jin Jiaqi downstairs, bid farewell to Yang Jingcheng and Lin Manyun, went outside to hail a rickshaw for her, paid the fare, and watched as the rickshaw carried Jin Jiaqi away.

The Crown Prince’s biological mother, Empress Zhaode, had a deep affection for the Emperor. Several years ago, after Empress Zhaode passed away, the position of Empress remained vacant. Although the Emperor ordered Consort Wei to manage the six palaces, he did not promote her rank.

Ji Qinglian was caught on the spot, her face turning crimson with shyness. She gave Tianxuan a reproachful look and tried to break free, but Tianxuan’s grip was too strong. After struggling for a while, she had no choice but to let him be.

It was evident that the guy had a solid foundation in swordsmanship, and his attire indicated that his military rank was not low. Battalion Commander Wang judged that he must be a high-ranking officer, so he picked up a sword from the ground and headed toward him.

Even though she was reluctant in her heart, Li Xixi hardened her resolve, intending to strike with her sword to cleanse the evil soul.

The fact that the Four Divine Beasts possessed such power was thanks to the fact that in Chinese mythology, they are the “divine beasts representing the four directions.”

The city was not far from there. Long Bing said goodbye to everyone and repeatedly emphasized that he would return often, yet some people still shed tears. They were as reluctant to part with him as if they were seeing off their own children. Even after the car had driven a long way, they could still see the figures of those who had not yet left.

When Long Bing met Commander He, he was truly conquered by the unique, wild masculine aura the man possessed. Though he was not a tall man, he carried a prestige that made people bow their heads instinctively.

Because Li Xixi was a sword cultivator, even though she had struggled at the bottom of the cultivation world in her previous life and had some contact with demonic cultivators, she was not proficient in the arts of the demonic or ghostly paths. Especially regarding ghost cultivation, which involved the power of yin ghosts and deities, it was even more mysterious and unfathomable.

Accustomed to the cold indifference of the marketplace, Qu Yiyi, despite her immense anger, managed to restrain herself somewhat. However, being young, she could not act as smoothly as an adult; although she dared not say anything, the grievance was clearly written on her face.

Not to mention whether the Bodhi Sacred Fruit could be retrieved, just its mere utility made countless people covet it.

“Is that so? Mr. Andrew, you were a professor in the Department of Biology at Johns Hopkins University?” Fang Ping asked, somewhat surprised.

However, Bayern was no pushover. They had long been prepared, so after conceding a goal, they began a frenzied assault, which gave them successive opportunities to equalize the score.

At the time when he faced Yu Lianzhou, this senior—who was not truly known to be the Sect Leader of Mount Taihe—had every move and stance in harmony with the natural Dao. However, when executed by Zhang Muliu, it was far inferior, with only a hint of martial intent remaining.

Sang Kun had originally assumed that Tang Long was already severely wounded and at the end of his rope, so he did not believe at all that Tang Long could dodge his attack, let alone have the strength to counterattack.

Fang Ping was silent for a moment, agreeing with Shi Yan’s analysis in his heart. In fact, given the disparity in status and position between Sun Liang and Zhao Songren, it would be very difficult for them to have any intersection without a special reason.

Furthermore, what made Cao Yifan excited and expectant was that when he experienced his epiphany, the Crane Lake and the large surrounding orchards and vegetable gardens enveloped within his spiritual domain seemed to have resonated with his spirit, resulting in unknown mutations in the plants and animals.

Yinyin was also unsure if Zheng Jianuo was her father, but she trusted Fang Ping very much. She looked at the encouraging expression on Fang Ping’s face, then looked at the tearful Zheng Jianuo.