Volume 1, Chapter 31: Li Susu's Conspiracy Exposed!

No, could it be that you are not that kind of person? The two assassins exchanged a glance and immediately realized they had miscalculated.

He arrived at the door of Li Xueqi’s room 301, just about to push it open when a slightly plump nurse in her early thirties, clutching a medical record, stepped out first.

Qin Lin’s expression shifted dramatically. He scanned his surroundings and found that all the surveillance zones were surrounded. Judging by this, unless Qin Lin decided to break ties immediately, today’s ordeal would be far from easy.

On the highway tens of kilometers from Jue Gate in Xiangjiang, rows of business vehicles moved steadily, carrying Xia Yi and his party back to the homeland.

Gabriel, who had been bored and yawning while watching Han Lingsha meditate and cultivate, suddenly twitched his ear and leapt off the bed with a wary look, retreating to the side.

The shopkeeper was equally startled by the scene, his pupils contracting in shock as he knelt before Chen Yang. But with a gentle lift of his hand, Chen Yang used spiritual energy to support the man’s legs, preventing him from kneeling. The shopkeeper, sensing this, was even more astonished.

In front of the bunker was once an open area filled with sharpened wooden stakes and other barricades. Now, they lay scattered and broken, some even tossed onto the distant hillside.

Originally, the young marshal had gained the support of the Hua family in the capital’s Xing Circle, leaving no doubt about Changning’s future.

He gazed at Qin Chen with a peculiar expression, as if sizing him up, studying him, while savoring the sensation of that punch just now.

Unexpectedly, the jade stone gambling ground was not in some remote area; rather, it was situated right at the entrance of a bustling street.

Zhuang Shaoyou finally understood and sent the steward to select the horse. Since he himself knew nothing about it, having an expert volunteer to help was certainly welcome.

But in the end, the very timid He Zhigao didn’t drink; instead, he waited until Xin Yi had stuffed herself full, admiring how she could still manage oily dishes like braised pork and stewed pork knuckles in the sweltering heat.

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I was stunned for a moment, wiped away the last tear, and prepared to leave. As I reached the door, I caught sight of a group of men in suits emerging from a distant private room.

“Banxia, can you find Peilan? Bring her some food later. Also, tell her not to work so hard—big sister made a lot of money today!” Saying this, he pulled a large silver ingot from his pocket, causing Banxia and Zizhu’s eyes to widen in awe.

“Thank you.” Xin Yi turned and slipped several small silver coins into his hand. The prison guard accepted them without hesitation, pocketing the money naturally as if nothing had happened, then turned and left.

“Sasha, there’s really no way to live inside. I’m suffocating,” said Shi Qing, signing as he covered his nose and gestured around to indicate he would never go back in.

Having offended the leadership, I have since worked with constant fear, more diligently than ever since joining this company. Whatever the team leader ordered, I rushed to do it.

Mother Guan pointed shakily at the pink underwear at Guan Jinting’s feet, trembling so violently she nearly fainted from anger.

Shi Qing had been here before, but only briefly. Now, in a state of anxious urgency, he had no time to appreciate the scenery.

The original cause of death was believed to be suicide by jumping, and it had happened far away. Yet there was a local legend in his hometown saying that for a family to be reunited, even if the death occurred elsewhere, the body must be brought back and buried with the ancestors.

If they fought, even if victorious, the mercenaries would likely suffer heavy losses. These men admired him; if they died, his accumulated prestige would vanish. But if he did not fight, how could he quell their fury?

This statement marked the prime minister’s departure from court, meaning the emperor would lose a loyal minister, a beloved servant, and a brother. He was unwilling to accept that.

Local officials were too lazy to bother with the Heavenly Works Institute; both sides maintained their own systems, avoiding interference with each other.

The ancients were so rigid; if you were expelled from the sect and your master forbade you from doing certain things, you truly would not dare to do them.

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“I want to be a soldier, maybe a general, hahaha! When I get older, I’ll be a celebrity, hahaha! It’ll be so awesome,” Han Jiujjiu dreamed innocently and joyfully of a bright future.

No matter how ruthless Qin Li was, facing the fragile and pitiful Qin Youyou, he could never bring himself to be truly cold and indifferent.

Under the dark night, Han Jiujjiu wrapped a black towel around her face like a mask and crouched in the grass, ready to spring into action.

Pan Yunting regained her senses and made way for them, while Ye Xuan crouched down to help Sun Linyi into the house.

He patted his face to clear his head. Although many troubles remained, they could be resolved one by one.

Long Yun’s dark attribute shifted in his hand. Wan Shaoqiang was sent flying, a large hole left in his abdomen resembling the shape of Long Yun himself. But unlike Long Yun, the wound would not heal back to its original form.

At that moment, Xuan Yuan recounted to those present how the Fire Abyss Demon Lord launched his attack, how his master dispatched him to Mount Shu, how his senior brothers taught him there, and how he ultimately fell into the Infinite Cave to master the Dragon Abyss Sword Technique.

They were unprepared with their own weapons and arms, their minds unready to slay You Xiaotian here and now, and had not yet planned the timing for the coming war.

But the Taoist ignored them, drawing a spiritual talisman from his waist. With a “puff” sound, the talisman ignited, and he casually tossed it onto the corpse. The corpse let out a mournful scream but was unable to move, and soon burned down to a pile of white bones.