50 Personally Shooting the Tiger

After trying dozens of times, everyone went from being terrified at the beginning to gradually becoming numb by the end. However, as the dead souls in the soul-detention bag grew fewer and fewer, Ye Shuo could not help but worry. Could it be that among this batch of captured dead souls, not a single one was truly usable?

"I have a member card, which gives a fifty percent discount. Pick whatever you like." Having dropped these words, Chimei walked straight over to the counter to wait.

After the initial shock, the same thought popped into everyone's mind—they felt this world was far too surreal, so surreal that it was on the verge of driving them to a breakdown.

A barbecue stall like this was not very large to begin with, and the tables were placed very close to one another. With Liu Hai making such a huge fuss, the other customers had already noticed the commotion.

Odeya nodded gently. Her mind was like a mirror that could discern lies; no matter how skilled the liar, they could never deceive the pure and untainted reflection of her soul.

Lin Yang had originally intended to leave Dugu Yan within the Rippling Water Pavilion, as the environment there was much more suitable for her cultivation and growth. He certainly did not want to take her along to adventure in the unfamiliar continent of Tanris. However, when faced with Dugu Wen's frosty expression, he changed his mind right away.

The sword spirit that had previously turned into a piece of scrap iron had undergone a brief recovery and was now full of life and vigor once again.

The affluent diocese of Salmon not only possessed larger and more numerous churches than the diocese of Amst, but its bishop was also a legendary figure throughout the entire continent: Edward Rayne.

Although this gadget sounded quite nice, it could not be put to use for the time being, which truly gave one a headache.

After leaping out from behind the wall of the military hospital and taking a bullet, Guan Jinhang first pulled her close to hide in a clump of bushes, and later hoisted her up onto the fork of a tall tree. After tossing and turning through several rounds of this, Dou Yinzi had remained completely silent without uttering a single sound.

Su Ranyan knocked on the door quite cheerfully. After knocking three times and receiving no response, she was just about to push the door open and enter when Gao Yang walked out impatiently from inside. Seeming not to recognize Su Ranyan yet, he directly mistook her for a company employee and scolded her severely.

The old man in white robes felt a shock in his heart, his expression changing completely. He never expected that this realm of immortal mountains would conceal three such terrifying existences. The bizarre part was that they were not ordinary puppets; their rank was far higher than that of standard puppets.

"Hehe. She won you over with just that little trick to win people's hearts. You are far too naive," said the immortal mansion of Langya.

Since he knew why the young man had come, and also knew that such expressions of affection toward the opposite sex were very common among youths.

"Under the pressing need to open the road to traffic and accelerate engineering progress, the sheer cliffs of Mingyue Gorge, being a key project, had to be excavated using rock-drilling machines."

Previously, he had seen the Golden-Scaled Sea Dragon swallow back its inner core, and without the slightest hesitation now, he swung the Nine Heavens Sword in his hand directly toward the creature's abdomen.

Gu Anxing smiled slightly. She rarely heard Su Yucheng speak in such a manner; sure enough, having become a father, he had learned to consider matters much more thoroughly.

How could Ye Chen possibly let him escape? Increasing his speed even further, the Nirvana Divine Art had already evolved, and he was fully prepared to deal a fatal blow to the Golden Crow. Now that he had managed to force out the adversary's primordial spirit with such difficulty, he could not afford to let him slip away.

Du Yuesheng personally escorted a van over. Upon arriving and seeing that Guan Jinhang was injured once again, he hurriedly jumped out of the vehicle and rushed forward.

Rubbing her eyes instantly and making sure she wasn't seeing things, she followed the prompts in her mind to open the system panel.

Looking at the familiar iron bars before her, the technological video that was clearly far ahead of the year 2005, and the surveillance camera in the corner...

With an ink-wash layout, since it was supposed to convey a sense of vast distance, it placed a bit too much emphasis on detailed annotations, making it feel somewhat incongruous.

It was not until the eleventh year of the Wanli reign that the Ming Dynasty achieved a leading scale in woolen textile manufacturing. Yet the technology of the Ming Dynasty's official woolen mills still lagged behind the Mesta Guild in certain aspects. While the horizontal scale was sufficient, the vertical scale lacked the necessary time to mature.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his mind went completely blank for a split second. Following that, memories deeply suppressed within surged forth in a rush, flooding out all at once and making his head ache with pressure.

As soon as Team Leader Fang's men arrived to take over the White Emperor, Jiang Chen notified Guo Fan and told him to start making preparations.

The jurisdiction of the California police was clearly a tier higher than theirs; they didn't need to consult anyone to transport the corpses—they simply shipped them straight to the police station.

The footprints matched on both sides. It looked as though the intruder had broken in before the police arrived, merely putting on a show outside so that someone would witness it when he played the victim later.

Among them, the lowest-grade spirit stones were the cheapest, and naturally, they occupied the largest area.

Upon returning to his own room, he specifically gave orders for all his personal attendants to be transferred to attend to Suying's residence, leaving only a few behind to help with chores. The daily provisions for Suying's place were to be doubled, and all food and clothing could be taken freely from the Princess Tower.

Thinking of Jian Yi's various behaviors yesterday, her stubbornness and lack of sense had made Xu Tingrui so furious that the mere memory of it still made his anger flare uncontrollably.

After the kiss, he hastily let go, suddenly remembering the warning he had been given not to be too unrestrained.

Dozens of ice swords, along with the spiritual qi swords condensed by the formation, shot toward the direction of the Nine-Nether Demonic Wolf.

Feeling somewhat nervous, I tried to make small talk and asked Anxuan. He raised his head and glanced at me, naturally knowing that I was referring to the corpse drivers and Gu masters.

"Is that truly the case?" Joy beamed across Zhou Kui's face as he covered his mouth one moment and slapped his head the next, laughing heartily without stop.

Pushing aside the obstructing foliage and stepping out, she firmly touched the cave's stone wall before she dared to remove the blindfold from her eyes.

Yet with a single tug, he found that the "prey" in his hand did not budge in the slightest. He pulled again, and still, it remained completely motionless.

Just as he had said earlier, he could only help us deal with two Ghost Kings at most, and the remaining four would still have to be resolved by ourselves.

"Where is she?" Yan Yijun's face was cold, his dark eyes filled with a rage so intense it seemed on the point of erupting.

The silver blade stopped one centimeter away from Gu Daofeng's throat. Lin Rui locked eyes with him, yet could not see a single ripple in the man's gaze—beneath the calmness lay a strange and eerie malice.

Speaking thus, he strode forward, the purple sword pointing straight at the giant Long's head. Xu Feng's aura had completely locked onto the creature, confident that at the slightest movement from it, he could thrust the purple sword right into its brain.

After Officer Shen finished recording statements from everyone one by one, Zheng Daxi advised Zheng Wanxue to first lay Uncle Zheng to rest in peace, promising to handle all subsequent matters himself.

The front door was kicked open with a bang, and the scene that met Zhang Mingyu's eyes was Kan Jiuxing clinking glasses with Lin Zhengbiao in a cross-armed toast, while Lin Zhengbiao's greasy, chubby hand was reaching out to grope Kan Jiuxing's shapely backside.