52 At the Wedding Banquet

Seeing Gu Xi direct such a fierce and gratifying tirade at Hale, she could hardly believe her eyes.

While the rest of the group, including the Qin clan, were still hesitating over whether to inform Jing Rong of the matter in detail, Xun Xuan had already spoken up first.

"I'll fucking kill you!" The golden parrot cackled as it spread its wings and soared high into the air, leaving the five-colored scorpion unable to catch up.

Zhou Tianyu allowed the chilling Qi to rage unchecked within his body, as more and more frost surged into his meridians.

"Bad guy, I'm ignoring you!" Unable to bear Yang Limin's intermittent, erratic teasing, Ma Ying quickly dropped what she was holding and bolted out the door.

As for that unadorned, ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine free-shipping male clone, it would never appear again.

"What is there that cannot be delegated? Are all the memorials from two hours of reading truly matters of life and death? Can't the trivial matters be handed over to others to resolve? You are the Prince Regent, not a slave—why must you handle everything personally?" Wanyan Lingyue complained.

In fact, it wasn't just my base. Because M had long since taken over L's duties, it could be said that M was calling all the shots at the Rainforest City Police Department. Since it was already confirmed that she was a member of Wildfire, it meant that Wildfire essentially held all the advantageous positions now.

Chen Lan nodded. We then switched on our flashlights and ran in separate directions through the cabin to search. I also drew a protective talisman on the palm of my hand. As time drew closer and closer, that thing was completely nowhere to be found, not even a trace of Yin energy could be sensed.

Wanyan Lingyue carried the medicinal broth into the room. Although Bai Shengrui was not unconscious, his worsening injuries still prevented him from getting out of bed.

Just as the coalition's offensive retreated, Liu Zhong, resting against the city wall, carved two horizontal lines into his gauntlet. Two more military achievements secured; just five more would earn him a Tier 2 peerage as a foot soldier. A hundred bushels of millet and five qing of farmland a year, along with an extra fifteen mu of residential property—more than enough to ensure a comfortable life for a family of five.

"I... fuck!" Lin Hongfei cursed angrily, kicking the cabin wall heavily, throwing caution to the wind even in the presence of Guqi Province's top leader.

You... also know about He Qingtian's bloodline? Could it be... that you dare to be proficient in medicine like Lady Fengwu?

Having finally defeated Udinese, Arsenal had less than three days before facing yet another fierce battle, this time against Liverpool at home.

Only those from the Heavenly Mystery Sect were exceptions. Since the expedition began, various teams had either been captured or killed without a trace, though there was no guarantee that some among them might still be alive.

Once his mind was made up, Ying Ming no longer hesitated. In the quiet stillness of the dead of night, when everyone else was fast asleep in their warm beds, he quietly packed a few light belongings and slipped out of the Mu estate under the cover of darkness.

Having grown up in the City of Fall since childhood, he felt entirely comfortable with the environment of the Neutral City. In truth, it could hardly be called acting; back then, he was already much like this, and so were many of those around him.

"You flatter me, Young Master." With that, he flicked his robes and sat down. Noticing that the tea on the table had not been touched at all, his mind settled somewhat.

Though Kong Ci wished to ascend the mountain with the two of them, she knew in her heart that if she insisted on accompanying them, she would only cause them too many misgivings when dealing with Wudao Kuangtian. In the end, she had to accept the arrangement with quiet resignation.

ike looked at Portman; true to form, she had only recently obtained her driver's license and still looked rather nervous.

Wu Qian forced himself to exercise restraint, only pressing his lips together slightly firmer as they parted, trying to soothe his own restless heart.

"Heh, it's no trouble at all, no trouble." With that, Wang Ahu hoisted her fully laden back basket and headed straight for Rice Market Street.

He flew into a rage, throwing another punch. I ducked hurriedly, but before I could dodge aside, the bastard shocked my waist with a stun baton. I cursed inwardly.

At these words, Situ Fenren froze. True, Lü Bu could not possibly have killed so many people, but who would be willing to sacrifice themselves to protect the rest?

At that moment, Chen Fangpen only felt a light slap across his face. Xia Xia had not used much force, yet she still lacked the courage to face Chen Fangpen after having struck him. It was a severe test of one's willpower; without a strong psychological fortitude, one might simply have fainted on the spot.

After finishing the modified animal trap, he covered the pit entrance with broken logs once again. Immediately after, he used snow to conceal everything around it.

The layout of the second floor was somewhat similar to the first, except that the merchandise displayed on the shelves appeared even more precious.

Having ascended to the terrifying height of fourth on the Heavenly Rankings—a position surpassing even the Sect Master of the Heavenly Blade Sect—there were even rumors that if the spots of the top three weren't so crucial, involving the ultimate prestige of the imperial family, aristocratic families, and major sects, Xiahou Wudao might have gone straight to the very top of the Heavenly Rankings.

With just a casual word from him, wouldn't his loyal subordinates below handle everything to absolute perfection?

And in that great battle of the nine heavens, the soul pact signed by Breaking Army and Gouchen was a battle-to-the-death pact from which neither could escape alive! Whether in ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years, the two of them had to fight until one emerged victorious.

Recalling how Duanmu had previously sought her out to ask about Lan Jun, a trace of doubt involuntarily arose in her mind.

With that, Tang Qi strode out, leaving the sect disciple standing there in utter bewilderment, still unable to process what had just happened.

"How would I know his whereabouts?" Lan Xiu wasn't lying. She and Lan Jun barely interacted; Lan Jun had a violent disposition and constantly courted trouble. The scar on his face was the result of a vicious brawl.