Volume 1, Chapter 65: Paying with One's Life

Chen Ran felt somewhat strange and sized up the two men. They were tall, with burning gazes, sharp and energetic deportment, and an expression that blended coldness with intense arrogance, giving off a lofty, immensely influential vibe. Moreover, their accents clearly carried a distinct Beijing flavor.

Ning Chaoyun gave Qi Wan a profound look. Since she could become the student of Princess Peony, she ought not to be someone of flawed character.

Wei Peipei remained noncommittal to her mockery, casting a faint smile in her direction with eyes unmistakably holding a trace of pampering and gentleness. Baozhu felt a fresh surge of guilt under that kind of gaze, inwardly vexed as to why he always looked at her the way one would look at a mischievous child of their own.

The Third Mistress truly did not pay attention to the people in her own courtyard, curled her lips without another word, and after stepping out of the courtyard gate, exchanged a greeting with the First Mistress before leaving.

The night grew deep. The people sent to the Bai family to help search for someone had yet to return, and Wen Yu and Liu Yiguang did not wait in the main hall, each retiring to their respective rooms.

Recalling the intimate sight of Li Jun and Mu Wanqiu in front of the rain-worship altar, Hou San's lips moved slightly without a word. He straightened his back, furrowed his brows, and fell into deep thought.

Feng Yunqiao looked vigilantly at Feng Zhilou on the ground. How could this good-for-nothing, who had jumped so high just moments ago, fall down like this? Could she be playing some kind of trick?

"You played tricks on the Sixth Prince. Now that he has ascended the throne, I wonder if he will hold a grudge," Qi Wan asked with concern.

Leaving aside the consequences of doing so, whether he could take down the opponent was clearly still uncertain. After all, according to what he understood, the opponent's dominance over the Nanyang region relied entirely on brute force.

"Does the Interstellar X-Men actually exist? Isn't it just a model?" Chen Nuoyan asked with curiosity, having also heard online about the domestic 'Interstellar X-Men' model.

As a provincial party leader, Zhao Guangming's breadth of mind and vision were definitely not something Wu Zhenglin could compare to.

The giant tail pierced directly through Mu Chunsheng's defense and swept across his chest, sending Mu Chunsheng's body flying backward like a scrap of waste paper.

As for the incident just moments ago, and the talk of calling the police, it was completely cast to the back of their minds, and no one cared anymore.

Gao Jun squinted as he looked around the crowd. With the guest of honor present, the atmosphere instantly livened up.

After filling out forms and going through this and that, they finally managed to sit down. The seat directly across the table in the meeting room was reserved for Dagang, so they just had to wait patiently for a little while.

Shi Sha felt her face burning faintly. However, after a slight hesitation, she still walked over and sat down in Li Zhi's embrace.

In a courtyard located at the easternmost tip of Yunshui City, a man in green and a man in gray were drinking tea beside a stone table.

"Still trying to quibble? We chased you for two blocks and watched the both of you go inside. What, did you think that by switching the camera to your hands, we wouldn't recognize you?" The man snorted, strode forward, and aggressively moved to snatch the camera from her arms.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe you are truly some kind of player, and I don't believe this world is just a game! Killing you—killing you will prove that everything you said is false!" A jealous and crazed expression appeared on the face of the Master of the Moon Worship Cult. He suddenly swung his palm toward Ye Tian, and an imposing, mighty attack surged straight at him.

The large white cat strolled out from behind Tang Ye, glanced at the plastic bag in Sun Yumot's hand, sniffed with its nose, and then darted right up to Sun Yumot with a "whoosh," meowing and scratching at the plastic bag with its paws.

Only, Lin Yujing had been suffering from a lack of excuse, especially since the incident last time when Ye Jiansheng was arrested and someone from above intervened, making Lin Yujing feel completely helpless whenever she wanted to ask questions.

"Ten thousand merit points a month? Are you kidding me? I only have nine hundred points right now, what can that buy?" Yunxu swept his gaze across the list and found not a single item he was qualified for.

Tao Leyao opened the security door and shouted into the house, with Li Fu following closely behind her.

At the exact instant true qi was born, Fang Yang naturally broke through that bottleneck. There were no strange phenomena and no pain; it happened as naturally as water flowing to form a canal, tranquil and extraordinary, as he officially stepped into the realm of a Xiantian Grandmaster.

People from different regions had different tastes, and monks, laypeople, and Taoists also had their respective dietary restrictions. These were all things that required attention.

Could Brother Xinyu really have a way to effortlessly block this monk's blow? Chen Xinjin could only half-believe it.

A cat's meow interrupted Ye Tian's reprimand. Lord Hu, who had been acting all imposing just a moment ago, meowed without the slightest bit of backbone under the threat of a pink fist.

"Regardless of what that thing is, do you intend to just barge in like that and take it?" Valarie asked with a surprised expression.

"Squeak!" Ah Zi appeared from out of nowhere, jumped onto the head of the giant white python, and pointed forward with a green branch held in its paws.

Opening my eyes to activate the Dragon Eyes, I surveyed my surroundings only to discover where I was. I was actually in a dungeon; pitch-black walls tightly enclosed me, and cold iron bars stood planted one by one in front of me, forming an impassable barrier that boxed me in firmly.

As for why Jiang Qi wrote a letter to He Jin instead of the nominal commanding general He Miao, Jiang Qi actually guessed that today's events were inseparable from He Miao. After all, the army's Sima were all people from the He household; now that he had been appointed to the military, it was impossible that there had been no prior notice.

Suddenly, the sound of a gong rang out, and Guan Xing and Ma Su led their respective troops to attack from both sides. Gan Ning only then realized he had fallen into a trap and hurriedly retreated his troops back to the city. Zhao Shu did not intend to take his life and left an escape route for him to lead his troops back to the city. Of course, Lin Yang also sneaked into the city along with them.

When carrying Hao Xin to the hospital, Ding Yaoyang was afraid she would catch a chill, so he took the jacket from beside Hao Xin's bed and covered her with it. He hadn't expected that Hao Xin's cell phone would be inside the jacket pocket. The phone rang at that moment, instantly shattering the quiet atmosphere of the hospital. Ding Yaoyang had no choice but to take the phone out of Hao Xin's pocket and answer it for her.

"It's no matter, it's no matter, you go ahead with your work. I'm just gathering some souvenirs." This time it was Tian Xing's turn to be happy. While answering Cixi's question, the black wooden saber in his hand didn't pause for even a second.

The dozen or twenty mute sailors saw this, exchanged glances with one another, and then looked at their bald leader.