Volume One, Chapter 22: Zhang Jun Admits to Killing His Wife in a Fit of Rage; Senior Brother Ye Prefers Men?

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Then, to destroy the evidence, he used the cutting machine they already had at home to dismember Qu Xiaoli and flush the remains down the drain, afterward buying disinfectant to clean the floor.

Everything had been done flawlessly. In fact, no one had suspected him from beginning to end, because he had appeared far too normal.

He had even contacted a television station, allowing everyone to witness the anguish of a devoted old man who had lost his wife, to see his innocent face and the helpless way he was forced to carry on with life.

A master—an absolute master.

No one suspected him, because he had acted so convincingly that he himself had come to believe it.

Even now, their daughter refused to believe that her father had killed her mother. In her eyes, the two of them were simply a pair of...

Moreover, Mu Qingsu had been worried that Ji Weiwei might do something reckless, so he had barely slept at all. Compared with Ji Weiwei’s energetic spirits, dark circles covered his face.

Shang Zhen was taken aback. Shaking his head, he said with a helpless smile, “We can’t hold it. If Brigade Commander Han can hold it, then of course it would be better for the Japanese army to occupy it! Brigade Commander Han, you have too few men. Don’t force yourself. Withdraw for now. When we have the strength later, we can launch a counterattack and take it back.”

The corners of Chu Mingyu’s lips curved slightly. “Mother, you have to believe in your son.” His father had once been able to duel a shark; he could do the same.

In truth, Shi Tian’s memory had temporarily short-circuited after he was struck by Zuìyu’s palm. No matter how hard he tried, he could not recall what had happened the previous night.

As soon as he stepped outside, he encountered the Ninth Prince approaching. He was somewhat surprised to see the man emerge from the princess’s palace, but did not think much of it and continued inside.

“Bingbing, why don’t you come to Dongdaihe with us? Our girl happens to enjoy playing with you,” Sister Jie said with a smile.

“Feng Yi, come to my office and help me entertain two distinguished guests.” He contacted Feng Yi mentally while the latter was in a meeting.

Only then did Ming Yi notice the two men who had entered the inn. Both were dressed in black, with rough, fleshy faces and solemn expressions, and they were walking toward her table.

The corners of Lu Jingkai’s lips lifted slightly; evidently, he was in an excellent mood. He had not expected the media to abandon their own livelihood and choose to come help him.

Seeing this, the prodigies behind them hurriedly stopped as well, assuming that something astonishing had happened ahead.

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Suddenly, the fat man’s eyes lit up, as though he had discovered something. He waddled away from the line and squatted before an ancient tree, extending his chubby hand to dig at the soil beside its roots, where several ordinary spirit herbs were growing.

Xiang Yizu immediately fell silent and obedient. He was no fool. The strictness with which Yang governed his army could be seen from the orderly conduct of those frontier soldiers. Yang Ji, Yang Ze, and the others, however, had thought of another matter: once Yang could control Juyan Lake and the Helan Mountains, the position of Governor of Zhangye Commandery would be far too insignificant.

When his gaze fell upon a flourishing blue spirit herb ahead, his eyes suddenly widened.

Liana’s expression revealed neither whether she was shocked nor delighted. Who else could that radiant rainbow be but Lin Xian? How had he managed to find this place as well? Although Lin Xian’s strength was certainly beyond that of an ordinary cultivator, how could he possibly compare with that divine dragon?

Just after lunch, Yuan Xi was about to visit Diao Xiuer’s room when Zou Jia came hurrying over.

When the police car arrived, they had only just stepped out when the door of the house opened, and a young woman emerged.

I did not answer. The Black Python Whip lashed out again and again, like waves upon the sea, surging wildly toward him.

In the next moment, Fang Yuyan swung up a wine jar and hurled it at Ding Gu. Ding Gu had no time to dodge; the jar slammed into his chest. He cried out in pain and staggered backward several steps with a succession of heavy thuds.

By then, Fang Yuyan was already soaked through. He had not properly rested since the earlier battle and was exhausted. He looked around and gathered some things that could be used to start a fire.

Once they emerged from the strange-rock hills, the view suddenly opened wide. Before them stretched a plain covered in lush green grass, dotted with all kinds of shrubs.

Whether Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei had only just arrived, or whether they were astonished by Xie Ying’s strength, no one could say. Several months had passed without seeing him, and the number of fierce generals around Xie Ying had increased dramatically. Liu Bei no longer dared to harbor resentment over the death of his sworn brother.

After running at full speed for some distance, Wang David finally stopped once he was far enough away and sensed that there was no longer any danger nearby.

The three of us had always been accustomed to behaving recklessly, so this was really nothing. Besides, after everything that had happened over the past few days, I felt that this girl, Wen Jing, might genuinely have taken a liking to me. Our experience in the underground river had strengthened my confidence even further. In order to win the beauty’s favor, how could I let such a fine opportunity pass me by?

Yet Xiao Siming was not some obtuse, boorish man, nor was he a hypocritical moralist pretending to be proper. Faced with such a beauty and such sincere affection, how could he wound her with harsh words or drive her away?

Hu Menglin’s convictions wavered slightly. Enduring the pain, he banished those distracting thoughts from his mind and continued studying the incantation, but still could not find the slightest clue.

Masako Hojo smiled and calmly accepted Guo Jia’s tactful thanks before slowly saying, “When I say there is no need to take it to heart, I mean that if you must be grateful, then be grateful to Xie Ying. Everything I have done was only to help my husband.”

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The reconnaissance platoon’s mission was to clear the way for the entire battalion and guide the main force covertly toward the North Taiyuan Pass airfield.

As soon as he returned to the hotel, he ran into Xin Yuehan, who had been filming with them. She had also just come back from outside, accompanied by her assistant; presumably, she had gone sightseeing around Venice as well.

When the elevator doors opened, a vast hall appeared directly before them. The entire hall was divided into more than a dozen sections, each filled with various office desks. Countless people moved back and forth, creating a scene of frantic activity.

“Brother Qin Zhao, don’t worry. I understand. I arranged for her room to be next to Uncle Zhang’s,” Awu said with a smile.

Inside the holy carriage at the foot of the mountain, the blue-robed Daoist slightly raised his eyes. A hint of astonishment surfaced in his gaze, deep as a vast river of stars.

This time, Jiang Yi did not dodge. With a sweep of his hand, he released a first-grade defensive spirit talisman. Bullets struck the protective talisman as though they cost nothing, yet they could not harm even a single hair of the defensive barrier.

When he finished speaking, white light flared in his hand and enveloped Zhang Tian and the others in an instant. By the time the light faded, everyone had vanished.

A cluster of emerald-green branches reached through the open doorway, adding a touch of fresh green to this monotonous red world and making it appear less harsh and unfamiliar.

Old Feng let out an anxious shout and instinctively tried to stop Xu Tianhua, but he was far too late. As his shout died away, a gunshot rang out.

He looked at Chongyang, then at Nan Xihan and the two Yue brothers. With a face full of confusion, he spread his hands.

Situ Kong shrugged. “Nothing much. It’s just that your son worships me and insists on becoming my dog. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

Within the space of a few breaths, Jiang Yi caught up with Lai Li. His figure blurred, and he blocked the man’s path.

“A dog?” Dugu Jingtian raised an eyebrow, a fierce killing intent bursting from his body. “You have some nerve! How dare you insult the imperial palace guards!” The guards existed to protect the imperial palace and were Dugu Jingtian’s direct subordinates. To insult them was equivalent to insulting Dugu Jingtian himself.

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