Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Two: The Letter Recovered, Suspension and Investigation

He then came to sit on the sofa in the living room. Xia Fanhua followed suit, poured herself a glass of water, took a sip, then set it back down, moving her laptop from nearby onto her lap, completely ignoring An Qi’s presence.

Compared to some of the more demanding terms of exchange, the boy’s request to “meet the leader of Hidden Smoke Village” was not excessive.

Not only from Lin Baiyu’s kitchen, but also from other parts of the courtyard, wafted mouthwatering aromas—especially from Grandma Xu’s house, where her culinary skills were renowned and her dishes the most fragrant. Next were Uncle and Aunt Zhang’s home; the rest of the guests were mostly single and had made only one or two symbolic dishes.

As she spoke, Lin Baiyu raised her hand, and everyone saw a point of light fly from Jiang Lianyue and fall into Lin Baiyu’s palm. With a flick of her right hand, the light vanished.

It grabbed one side of the bed curtain in its beak and hung it on the hook. Seeing the old lady sleeping peacefully and snoring, Golden Swallow cursed inwardly—such a wicked old woman, yet she could sleep so soundly after doing evil deeds.

There are many accounts in this world destined never to be balanced; no matter how much one gives, there may be nothing in return. Even if there is, it is not what one desires.

Chen Yuhui was overjoyed to see Chu Lingxuan’s face calm and his voice no longer cold. She had always believed that Chu Lingxuan cared for her and would not abandon her. Furthermore, Chen A’fu was too wicked for not telling Chu Lingxuan her address. Clearly, Chen A’fu had always been wary of her.

The five Konoha ninja who advanced to the final round would, barring any surprises, surely shoulder the future of the village.

If she were to reject Huo Zhiming, their previously harmonious relationship would naturally be affected.

The four items were: deep gray with white flowers, the ever-living grass, the bright fire stone, and the jade serpent’s heart.

As the ambulance sped away, Li Tian’er pointed to a spot a little further away, away from the helicopter, where communication would be easier. Xiao Yunjie turned toward the armed helicopter to report, while Yan Poyue and Li Tian’er walked to a quieter place.

Even as a nameless fear rose in his heart, hatred for Angel still overpowered it. Angelos flipped over onto the back of the slave beast, the emblem in his left eye flaring to life as if set ablaze.

Several burly sailors approached, kicking and beating the two men writhing in pain, shouting the harshest words.

This was their tragedy—when faced with an unfamiliar foe, humility was one thing, but if they tried to show strength, they would suffer for it. Their adversary was Mu Xiaofeng.

Even the most patient person would be enraged after reading such a passage, but wait—the worst is yet to come.

Their motives for killing were the same: survival. The demonic path killed and plundered for survival; the righteous path killed the demonic cultivators—was that not also killing and looting for survival?

At that moment, Zhou Xiuna was at the peak of her momentum, launching a selfless, full-force assault—an onslaught not easily withstood by her opponent.

It seemed Zhou Xiuna had the upper hand, but in truth, it was not so. Whether Li Bingbing or Li Meiqi, both carried treasures for a desperate counterattack. But what did Zhou Xiuna have?

The photographer automatically filtered out the last sentence and, following Kim Jong-kwon’s instructions, put away the film.

The other three gods were so astonished they could hardly breathe, staring blankly as Cheng Yang walked away.

“Go help her burn some incense,” Song Chunhua said with a smile after finishing her task, then walked toward the lychee tree.

But now, with these three angels bent on destroying the world and Earth on the brink of extinction, what choice would he make?

Xuanyuan Wanrong suddenly raised her head. Her pale face was like ice, her eyes cold as she fixed her gaze on Xu Que.

“What is it?” Mu Yi shouted toward the hidden ghouls and Murong Wei on the other side.

At this moment, Xu Que landed gracefully on the ground, carrying the main vine of the Resurrection Thousand-Gold Vine on one shoulder and a purple-gold staff in the other, exuding unmatched flair and arrogance. His face bore pride and confidence, utterly unashamed of having just clubbed someone from behind.

I saw the back of Hua Sheng as he was being escorted by two policemen. When he saw me, his eyes suddenly flickered.

But Young Master Yi had been busy lately, not only with family business, but also constantly helping Jin Feixi. For now, Yi Lei had transformed from a prodigal son into a man busy with affairs.

Everyone sensed an ancient, unfathomable aura—a presence so profound it defied comprehension and seemed to stretch back through the ages.

Xu Que smiled faintly. By now, most of the major powers had gathered around, but he seemed unconcerned, already gripping a Swift Escape Talisman in his hand to leave with Jiang Hongyan and the others at the first sign of trouble.

Dissatisfied with the rival tavern’s shouting across the street, the wine shop hired a silver-tongued broker to compete head-to-head.

The fat orange cat had become a regular guest at An Nian’s home and had even befriended the household’s guardian spirit, “Rose Blossom.”