Volume 1, Chapter 26: A Welcoming Gift

The birth of the Raven put an end to such worries: the Raven could dive from an altitude of 14,000 meters to intercept American bombers at high speed. At that same altitude, American escort fighters would be as clumsy and heavy as bricks.

The security guard puffed out his chest and walked up to Qingshan, nearly bumping into him. His face wore a gloating expression, thick with the scent of provocation.

"This plan looks quite good." After marking the position of the troops on the map, the Chief of Staff nodded in agreement.

With a metallic rattle, the chains struck, binding Che Mincai tightly. He lay on the ground like a fish out of water, struggling fiercely. With every movement, the chains tightened further, and in an instant, his face turned a deep, congested purple from the lack of air.

"There is nothing inconvenient about it. Do you think the Princess would dare to do anything to me?" Jun Lan looked at Qin Changning with an expressionless face.

If she were truly unwilling, she believed Mo Guihua would never force her; after all, such things could not be coerced.

Considering that Yang Xinyu had been normal at first and only recently started acting abnormally, Lu Fan concluded it must be the latter: Yang Xinyu had been killed by a ghost, and the ghost had taken his form.

She nimbly leapt off the snake, summoned her flying magic artifact, and hovered above the water, signaling with her eyes for the snake to release the person.

Now, Dawn Entertainment was the boss. Whoever was close to the boss, others had to show some respect to, didn't they?

Those beings... they were watching all of this. Though it was unknown what form this "watching" took, whether in the space of consciousness or the reality of the world, they knew everything.

Huashan understood, bowed to us, took the soaked oil-paper umbrella, stepped over the threshold, and closed the door.

She really couldn't bear to face Kaitou Kid, but if she left now, she would be reluctant to do so. Caught in this dilemma, Sonoko decided to become a bystander.

Chen Xin remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she secretly pondered how to return fully loaded from this world of ice crystals.

Rong Yan also felt it was a pity, but there was nothing she could do about these matters. The most she could help with was to keep the old master away from those things.

Xiao Bai and Chong Xu had only walked a few steps when they saw Huo Tiansheng of the Demon Suppression Guard running over with a dozen bailiffs. Upon reaching them, they all bowed in salute.

This slap stunned everyone except Old Fourth Zhao, especially Gu Yu. Having never seen such a display, he was left in a state of bewildered anger upon hearing the remark.

"He is thick-skinned and tough, and usually full of energy; losing a bit of blood won't affect him." Sikong seemed to dislike this Jing Ning quite a bit.

The merman was still the same merman, only covered in blood and trapped in an iron cage. He was half-naked, his hands constantly shaking the bars, while his massive tail thrashed in a pool of blood, splashing water over a meter high.

The succession ceremony was scheduled to begin at the hour of Si (9:00 AM), so at the hour of Chen (7:00 AM) three days later, the invited guests prepared generous gifts and set off from the city to offer congratulations and observe the ceremony at the Chaoyun Temple.

She stood on tiptoe and circled around Xu Wen. Xu Wen’s gaze followed her closely, his footsteps unconsciously trailing her, his very brows and hair tips filled with tenderness.

Following this, she used the thousands of points she had just acquired to redeem a cultivation card, intending to enter the secret cultivation realm for secluded practice.

"Heh heh, you are too late!" A cold laugh suddenly came from underground. At the spot closest to the purple mist, a tunnel suddenly opened, and three or four figures darted into the mist. At the same time, an Evil Soul Master, flashing with eight soul rings, poked his head out of the tunnel to mock them.

Crocodile Old Jia was like a combative rooster; to defend his "love," he issued a challenge to Lin Fei, the third party.

The cold of winter had not yet passed, the branches remained bare, and the world showed no signs of vitality. The city gate guard leaned listlessly against the gate, his eyes hollow, lost in thought.

Although he detected a powerful energy fluctuation in this young man, it was within a range he could control; if they were to fight, it shouldn't be much of a problem.

The fighting took place on the arena in the square, not far from where Tang San and the others trained. Hearing about the competition, Flender enthusiastically brought the teachers from the Blue Lightning High-Level Soul Master Academy to the sidelines to watch.

The last time the Great Emperor Qinghua had seen such a clone ability was with Sun Wukong. But even with Wukong, the clones made from his monkey hair only possessed eighty percent of the original's strength, and that was due to his unique constitution.

Furthermore, the State Preceptor worried there might be hidden secrets, or that a powerful faction was using Linna as their spokesperson.

Everything was held in the same venue. The grand military field had been renovated, with a hundred-meter diameter area marked in the center as the competition ground. Compared to the preliminary round arena, the space here was much broader, naturally making it easier to display one's true strength.

Ye Feifan felt a massive headache. He locked himself in his room and began a reclusive life in silence. What he found strange was that Jin Bao seemed unaware of his return, and Liu Zhanyuan no longer brought him food.

Several merchants began to speak up all at once, and Lu Zhen couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Those fellows were truly greedy, taking so much away while looting a burning house. In this light, perhaps these goods were the very reason they set the fire, and framing the Qingzhu Gang was just a convenient afterthought.

But the members of the Blood Dragon Clan behind them stood unharmed in their original positions. At the edge of the palm strike, Yan Gan had blocked Ao Sheng's attack like a god of war.

"What do you mean by I framed you? My token was found in your bed," she scolded.

For a moment, I was lost. On one side were rebellious kin, on the other were rivals from the same path; which side should I stand on? Why worry so much? Let's just watch the show for now.

I believe her intuition. Between the Green-Blooded Man and Seventh Brother, it was like intertwined vines—you choking my throat, I gripping your heart. Whose hair did the wind disorder? Whose eyes did the rain blur? They knew each other clearly.

Three brief shots interpreted a lifetime of never leaving each other, of sticking together through poverty and wealth. I couldn't help but be intoxicated by this beauty. Could those silhouettes be my husband and me?

Zheng Hai and his group had long been terrified out of their wits. These undead warriors were actually scared off by a single word from Li Jiang. This was likely the first time they had encountered such a thing, but it would also be the last.

By the time they returned to the village, it was past lunch. Village Chief Liu wanted them to stay for a meal, but Xia Jian was in a hurry to go to Huyang Township to find the leaders.