37 Traces of the Red Shadow (Revised)

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It was another cloudless day with a sky as deep and blue as the sea—a perfect day. Early in the morning, magpies were chirping away in the trees of the residential greenery below. I wondered, could some happy event really be on the horizon? I had no idea what it could possibly be.

It was just like a cat playing with a mouse. A bored cat could catch a mouse in an instant, but it chooses to play with it instead, only deciding to kill it once it has grown tired of the game.

Yin Ziqian said that May 28th, twenty-five years ago, was the very day she and Chu Yu were born.

Su Wei’s hands moved with delicate precision, and a few minutes later, a translucent human silhouette slowly emerged in the empty air before her.

After saying this, she intended to leave with Lady Jun Mo, but why were these five unruly children still staring at her?

Jiang Chen no longer knew whether he should feel fortunate to have married the reincarnation of such a powerful being, or simply feel sorrowful.

The defensive items she crafted were the sharpest of their kind; they would certainly be able to inflict heavy damage on the Lion Tribe.

Lingling wore a devilish smile as she turned slightly, pointing toward the bottomless, chilling chasm behind her, and spoke slowly to the group.

Dou Luo was a bit bewildered. She had already spent over a million, yet the card hadn't shown a single "insufficient funds" notification. It was impossible not to be curious.

Moreover, the items that this extraordinarily young master had produced this time would likely shock the elegant gentlemen of Lawton City so much that their very eyeballs would drop out.

With a brief pause, the entire Gathering Sand Army surged forward, charging toward the giant Red Hunting Hawk-Beaked Kings without a moment's hesitation.

"I don't see the car, so my old man shouldn't be home." Saying this, Watanabe Toru didn't bother with his key and pulled the wooden door open with one hand.

He could only spout such nonsense in front of Kiyono Rin, who could see through his lies; she knew he was just joking.

The man babbled on incessantly to the motionless Luo Wusheng, like a machine running wild. At first, Luo Wusheng tried to retaliate with a glare, but in the end, she gave up in defeat.

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From the various events that had occurred, her methods were clear: bombing an already destroyed laboratory again, tampering with people's memories, and so on.

Mo Bai nodded, walked up to Su Mu, and with a wave of his hand, tucked her into his robes before sitting down before Su Mu.

"Surprise, my foot! Keep spinning your yarns—do you think this is the first time I've met you? 'Fortune favors the bold'? Do you think I'm an idiot?" Ye Ge didn't know what it was about Er Dan, but every time they spoke, his temper flared uncontrollably.

He scanned the Grand Marshal’s Mansion from left to right; within his line of sight, there were only the high white walls and red-tiled roofs of the estate.

It seemed the torment from the Yin family was never-ending. When reporting for duty at the catering department in the morning, the supervisor stood by and told everyone to wait, as the general manager had an announcement.

After saying this, he flew out of the room and searched the streets for a long time, but couldn't find a trace of Zang Pingjiang. Just as Ye Lin was growing anxious, he heard some commotion coming from Fang Haiqian’s room.

His old friend and secret ally count had decreased by one. This should have been sad news, but as a king whose great cause remained unfinished, even grief was a luxury. He could only swallow his sorrow and reluctance, grit his teeth, and strive to extract whatever positive value he could from Illyrio's death.

The surrounding students cried out in alarm, never expecting Yang Fan to actually grab the snake. Seeing his practiced movements, he must have trained before.

The Holy Master glared, and just as Jackie Chan was about to move, the levitation power of the Rooster Talisman sent him floating into the air involuntarily.

"This mushroom is Zhu Liang," Jiang He told the group. Jiang He flipped through the chat logs, and a long-plotted conspiracy began to surface.

Zhuang Jian reacted in an instant, listening for the opponent's movements while taking the opportunity to assess the state of his own body.

At the same time, Zombie Qiang frowned. Just as he was about to snatch it, he was pinned to the floor by two of the Water Ghost’s henchmen. His face hit the waterproof tiles with a heavy thud, the sound so sharp it seemed as if his bones had snapped.

Luo Yufang led the group around the mountain bend, where a yellow mud wall appeared, covered with rice stalks. Countless plum blossoms were in full bloom, looking like the red clouds of the horizon greeting the sun.

"Very well, you may withdraw. I will have someone bring Ying'er and the others back," Tang Wu said with a smiling wave.

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After Fu Dachun finished speaking, he was just about to leave when Ye Fan’s voice suddenly rang out.

"Old Yang, I am very happy that Old Ren and Linghu have returned," Yan Zhongfei’s voice sounded genuinely pleased.

But facing Jiang Fo'er, they didn't even have the courage to run away; it was simply impossible. All they could do was kowtow like pounding garlic. Even if Jiang Fo'er had never intended to kill them, this submission came from instinct.

Mi Tian tied Jin Dasheng’s trench coat around his waist to cover his bare bottom, then tossed Jin Dasheng’s phone to Chen Qi as she passed by.

He had originally intended not to bicker with this guy, but he hadn't expected Wang Xudong to be so ungrateful. Did he really think he was someone to be trifled with?

After Ruolin arrived, she immediately reported the situation to headquarters. Because their plan had failed this time, she had to explain things clearly.

After work yesterday, I invited a few close colleagues to a familiar restaurant for a farewell meal. After years of shared trials and tribulations, everyone felt a sense of melancholy, and before we knew it, we had drunk several bottles of white spirits.

"Mr. Tian, tell me if the pressure isn't right." He Meijuan placed her slender hands on Tian Lu's temples and began to massage slowly.

When Ji Jixu finished reading Zhou Xianfu’s testament, a hint of joy appeared on everyone’s face.

Whenever he did anything, the people here treated him with great courtesy and showed him much concern. Whenever he had questions, he would ask them, and the people here would solve them for him, explaining things with great care.

At this moment, Kong Nu launched an attack, but he, too, used no special techniques; he followed Tian Sheng’s example, relying solely on his flesh and raw power to strike at him.