Chapter 41

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After careful consideration, Ling Yue decided to stay here with Mo Wuxin until their physical wounds had healed before going out.

The police officer was unsure whether he should believe him. He had been off duty last Sunday, but he later heard about Station Chief Liu bringing in the man suspected of being her boyfriend and punishing him at the station out of jealousy. Everything Pu Yang was saying now matched what he had heard.

The people of the Ghost Palace were far more powerful than those of the Night Soul Alliance. However, they had sent fewer people this time, which was why the two sides had fought to a draw, with everyone sustaining injuries.

Yet all businesspeople liked to operate according to their own rules, especially those who had already established their enterprises. Most of them were like that.

The immortal magician who prolonged his life again and again through indescribably terrifying methods; the ruler of the Matou bloodline, whom Kariya could never escape; an utter monster living in the modern world.

It was precisely because of this common failing that, even though he knew there was nothing wrong with him, being able to sit before Zhou Ying again and face the problem directly still made him feel tremendously relieved.

The leader stood there with difficulty, watching as his subordinate slowly crawled out of the sand. His face was filled with icy murderous intent.

“Zong Feng, you have just arrived in Yanjing, so you must be unfamiliar with many places. Come with us. Once you are settled, you can take care of your own affairs,” Wang Huifen said to Zong Feng, who had remained silent all this time.

In the deepest recesses of Kariya Matou’s heart, his pitch-black desire for revenge began to smolder quietly, like a spark in dry grass.

Zong Feng lowered the car window, intending to experience the city through his sense of smell. The moment he took a breath, his brows knitted tightly.

Arrows poured down like locusts. The Water Clan infantry pursuing them were caught completely off guard, and a swath of them fell at once. Those behind them had no choice but to halt their pursuit and avoid the attack.

Countless ferocious beasts surrounded him, while endless vines, heavenly blades, ice spikes, flames, and mountains continued to assail him from every direction. After being distracted by the disturbances, the power of the transformed light sword wielded by the Sovereign-level expert naturally weakened somewhat.

Since the founding of the Great Qi, the court had always been extremely stingy when it came to granting noble titles. Otherwise, the entire city of Lin'an would not have had only three marquis households—the Yan Marquis, the Li Marquis, and the Sikong Marquis. As for dukes, there was even less to say: throughout the entire history of Great Qi, not a single hereditary ducal house had been passed down.

These imperial troops were different from the officials and soldiers of the past; one could tell simply from their spirit and bearing.

Unlike the white armor designed by Xiao Zijun, the Right Camp of the Imperial Guards under Wang Xiang generally wore blue armor. At that moment, a dense row of blue tents had been pitched before Yuqian Post Station. They belonged to the hundred thousand imperial guards under Wang Xiang’s command.

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As for cultivators, once they absorbed and refined the pure energy released by the process, they could greatly increase their strength.

The Top Ten Young Heroes Ranking recorded the names of those under twenty who possessed unstoppable martial prowess, flawless strategic wisdom, outstanding leadership, or unparalleled political talent.

Duan Sisi kept clamoring to see her family’s company, and with no other choice, Duan Feng brought her here.

The ten thousand soldiers of the Bodhisattva Army under Dong Zhen were like a fresh reserve force, stopping the Eastern Yu army from slaughtering its way through the ranks. Relying on his formidable martial skills, Dong Zhen charged into the Eastern Yu formation with his great axe and cut down several soldiers in succession.

On this day, Yu Liuming brought Ning Shuangying, Luo Qingyao, Er Niu, Ning Qing, Xu Liang, Xu Zesheng, and a contingent of men to gather before the gates of Xining.

Looking at such a garden, Shui Yiren’s good mood faded a little more, and the veins on her forehead began to throb.

“Let go!” Shui Yiren stared blankly as he walked toward her step by step. It was not until he lifted her bodily into his arms that she came to her senses and began struggling in protest.

Then the footsteps behind her became very distinct. There was still water inside the shoes, and whenever he stepped on the leaves, they made a scraping sound.

It was an arduous process. Shen Mubai had used tremendous effort to climb up, and now he was panting heavily, his heart still pounding with fear. He was terrified that if the other person turned over, he would be crushed beneath him.

He had watched the relationship between Mu Jin and Feng Lingjiu unfold. Since Mu Jin had said so, he would naturally protect her.

“Your people know far more about the real world than mine do.” The man’s dark, shining eyes were as beautiful and captivating as polished obsidian.

Shaohua glanced at the object in Qianye’s hand—a lantern that required considerable effort even to recognize as being shaped like a lotus—and laughed without the slightest mercy.

Seeing the man’s delighted, clear eyes, Shui Yiren awkwardly touched her nose and avoided his pure gaze.

Although life was good now, a sliver of hope still remained in her heart. Yet whenever she thought of her mother’s tragic death, that hope turned into hatred.

That was simply how capable Young Master Zhan was. He could make you realize for yourself that you absolutely, absolutely must never wrong him.

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Yang Bian’s sword flashed down and pierced the zombie’s nose. With a hiss, he pulled the sword free, and the zombie stopped moving.

Nangong Baiya was quick-witted and immediately understood the meaning behind the silver-haired old woman’s words. Since the old woman knew that her name was Nangong Baiya, she naturally knew her origins as well—and knew that the entire ancient kingdom of Nanshi had already fallen.

If Wei Chan wanted to break out of the deadlock, he had to sever the connection between Taotie and the fortune of the Primordial Wilderness in an instant.

Behind them stood a towering wall that rose majestically between heaven and earth, cutting off everything. Only the faint light of the teleportation array on the ground glimmered weakly.

Who could have guessed that this mad girl would open her mouth and spray everything out, covering the entire table with food and sweets?

Under sword techniques imbued with such a profound sword aura, even they had to take care to protect the two disciples. Otherwise, the slightest mistake might truly result in Lu Chen’s death on the spot.

Chen Fashan said nothing more. People of exceptional intelligence often had too many concerns and hesitated too much when faced with trouble.

The entire scene fell silent. It was not only quiet inside the venue; outside was no different. Even the livestream chat, which had been commenting incessantly, seemed to have had its pause button pressed. For two seconds, there was absolute silence.

Flower-Edged Bird paid no attention to Ni Duoshi at all. The web merely covered Long Xian’er.

Behemoth instantly realized who it was: Mei Zhanshu, the King of the Fan—an ascendant of the divine rank almost single-handedly supported by Kunmaz, though he had yet to reach even the third divine tier—and a member of the Anti-Imperial Faction.

All the dishes Li Xiangliang had ordered the servants to prepare were rare delicacies: venison, bear bile, sea cucumber, and fish that ordinary people had never even seen before.

She had grown tired of men who felt nothing for her yet looked at her with ravenous desire the moment they saw her. She had even begun to feel disgust toward men as a species.

The waiter took away the menu. An Zimo gazed at the view outside the window. This was the finest sightseeing spot on the entire street. When she had still been single, she often came here to sit for a while, drink a cup of coffee, and spend the whole afternoon searching for inspiration.

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