29 Suspicion

Duan Weiqi finished posting on his own Weibo, then rushed over to Li Jiayu’s page to advertise the giveaway. He then went on to do the same on Lian Xu’s Weibo, Lan Yaoyang’s, the pages of several other influencers who had reposted Li Jiayu’s content, and even commented on Li Tie’s Weibo to promote the event.

Yu You felt a sudden, boundless resentment rising from the depths of her heart. Why would no one let her pursue her dreams? Why would no one let her walk this path?

Yet, no matter which corner of the world they lived in, they were all waiting for the Jing family’s next summons. Even if they had to wait until everyone in the family was dead, even if they never saw that day come, they would still carve the character "Jing" onto their tombstones.

"Xinglu, what are you even saying? Yu You isn't that kind of person," Chen Qiao retorted in defense of Yu You.

Ni Dahai grew uneasy. Based on those few words alone, he couldn't help but hold Mi Xiang'er in much higher regard.

Turning her back to the bed, she smoothed her hair, her heart feeling as though it might leap out of her chest. She didn't know what to do.

Finally, someone wiped their eyes; others held their breath until they spasmed; some dropped their weapons, which hit the ground with a dull thud.

"How about a tournament? We each select representatives by age group: teenagers, young adults, and elders. We set the boundaries and use any techniques we like. The first to step out of bounds loses. It will be a best-of-three series. If you bet, you must be prepared to honor the outcome—the losing faction must join the winner's school. Do you dare to accept?" Chen Che kept it brief, stating the main terms of the challenge.

She felt that rather than dragging this out and letting Tom’s affection for Ou Ting grow, it was better to make Tom realize right now that he could not get too close to Ou Ting.

If the Prince truly needed a year to recover, did that mean for all three hundred and sixty-five days and nights, she would be able to see him and touch him, yet be unable to have him?

"Kneel." Two simple words. In truth, they were embedded with a feeling heavy with jealousy and hatred.

The police officer glanced at Tang Zongxian, took out a search warrant to show him, and then bypassed him, beginning the search as a matter of course.

Ding Shan flew backward, collapsing to the ground. The hand he had used to grab Mu Chen’s collar was bent at an unnatural angle, his fingers broken. On his mouth, which had been spouting nonsense just moments before, was a bright red slap mark, and several teeth had been knocked out. He was wailing incessantly.

She didn't want to think about matters of the heart; she had never imagined that one day she would be so fragile.

She hadn't expected him to be not only a master but a rare and peerless expert. Killing a Void-Heaven level master was as easy as crushing an ant.

Hearing someone calling his name, Ma Qingfeng opened his eyes slightly. After the disciple explained the situation, he slowly rose and walked toward the high platform.

As he asked his questions, he began to filter through the entire sequence of events in his mind, searching for any flaws.

Ding Li crashed to the ground. Behind him, in the doorway, Mu Chen held a longbow fashioned from ice; the arrow he had just fired had been formed from the bow itself.

Seeing this, the others suppressed their fear and began to channel their spells, striking at the massive Kunpeng in the sky.

This set of palm techniques was a divine ability; grand and imposing, each strike possessed immense power, enough to cleave mountains and shatter stones.

"You want to assassinate me, yet you ask who I am? That’s a question I should be asking you!" Lin Zifeng sneered.

Although he knew the effect was triggered automatically and not by Gusu Wenya’s conscious intent, it did not lessen Longyan Xuefeng’s rage. For over half a year, he had endured the agony of having his tendons torn and bones broken, only to be healed repeatedly.

Trapped in a demon's den, He Xiangu sighed inwardly, thinking this must be her fate. She closed her eyes, enduring the shame and humiliation.

"Are you talking about the one who attacked you before, Aunt?" Lei Xiao stepped forward to support Lei Jingfeng, who nodded gently in response.

Turning his head, he saw that the person was none other than the chubby and cute Zuo Ci. However, at this moment, the chubby man’s face was lined with many wrinkles. Compared to his previous appearance—white hair, youthful face, and an immortal bearing—he now truly looked like a dying old man.

Speaking of the turmoil from over a year ago, Li Jiafeng was not entirely ignorant of it. On the contrary, he had been the first to know the truth and had cooperated perfectly with the performance.

"Yafeng!" At this moment, Lord Wei could no longer worry about status; he rushed over and hugged Wu Yafeng tightly.

With Longyan Shi’s cultivation, even if he didn't dodge, block, or defend, his aura alone should have been enough to prevent Longyan Xuefeng from harming him. Yet, he had suppressed his aura to the absolute minimum, choosing to take the blow head-on.

As the end of the year approached, the weather grew increasingly cold, but the streets became busier; the low temperatures did not dampen the citizens' desire to go out.

After all, Hanzang Mountain was located in the heart of Han Capital, and it was home to the Han Kingdom’s Martial God and his disciples. The status of a High-Level Martial Artist in the Han Kingdom was exceptionally high; even the newly inaugurated presidents would make a visit to pay their respects on their first day in office.

At this moment, the Admiral of the Navy and the General of the First Army arrived, accompanied by several high-ranking officials from the Panem National Security Agency, who stepped forward enthusiastically to shake my hand.

"Who exactly are you people, and what is your relationship with the Gao family?" the Black Lotus Sect Leader asked us angrily, his gaze fixed on me. Clearly, I was now the focal point of the entire stadium.

"He is mine. No one is to covet him," Qiao Yichun declared. As she said this, her eyes shone with an unyielding determination. He was the one; she had made up her mind.

After hanging up the phone, Huo Jue remained deep in a frown. The complexity of this matter had exceeded his control.

They possessed intelligence, and having been imprisoned like this, they were filled with rage, determined to devour the person before them to vent their spite.

They should also be able to clearly sense the fluctuations of my physical strength; none of it was something they could handle at their current stage.