Chapter 64

Fatty Li paced around the room once before returning to the dining table. He hadn't actually come to eat; he was here to discuss something with Liu Qiang. However, when he noticed an extra pair of chopsticks on the table, as if someone had just finished a meal there, he assumed someone must have been eating with Liu Qiang shortly before.

A thought flashed through Qin Shu's mind, and the devouring power surged once more. The peculiar true qi poured in like a surging river, rapidly flooding into his meridians. It felt even more powerful and domineering than a water pump.

"Damn it!" Zhao Yue cursed silently. Those ghosts were his subordinates after all. To openly devour his own men without even a greeting? Wasn't this a bit too arrogant?

"Very well, since matters have reached this point, we shall keep them for now, let them properly learn the rules, investigate the household's background, and then make further arrangements. What is your view, Prince?" Huang Jingchen proposed. Zhao Heng thought to himself that there were no better alternatives at the moment, and nodded in agreement.

"Many thanks, Second Master! I've long heard tales of this distilled spirit, though I never had the chance to taste it. Today, you have finally fulfilled this old man's wish!" The old man said happily, cupping his hands in salute.

"This is simply our regulation. They cannot perform to their full potential if they perform outside..." the research center's leader explained. Director Liu was displeased, expressing that having come here today, he did not wish to merely watch a few magic tricks.

Fan Zixin gave Zhao Yue a side-long glance and said, "Am I that kind of person? I'm very well-behaved and only stay at home writing chapters. I rarely go out to bars."

Li Qi nodded in assent. Yet, observing his expression, Notan thought to himself: how could someone as proud as him willingly bow his head and admit defeat?

That roar was like a rolling thunderclap, causing the surroundings to buzz and vibrate. Xiang Bin's eyes narrowed slightly as he clearly sensed that the roar seemed to be mixed with a special technique and a bizarre force designed to shake and overawe the mind.

This man was the head of the Alliance Security Affairs Committee—Chen Ping, the superior of Song Wulun's superior.

Shu Bai, however, smiled with absolute confidence. Those nine-star swordsmen would rather wait three years for a breakthrough before participating than waste a precious three-year window that could cost them their chance at advancement.

The driver smiled slightly, revealing two prominent front teeth. "Hold on tight!" With that, he stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped like flying along the wide road, exiting the urban area in just fifteen minutes to enter the ring highway.

Su Lingfeng's popularity within the academy was growing steadily. Naturally, alongside the flattery and admiration, she also drew more jealousy, resentment, and sour-grapes remarks from those unable to attain what she had.

Frowning in thought for a moment, Lin Xiu gradually conceived a bold idea, while a trace of a wild, crazed glint slowly surfaced in his dark eyes.

Therefore, over the past half-month, Shen Wan did not show the slightest bit of dissatisfaction toward the Empress Dowager, despite the latter executing those former members of the Shen household. On the very second day after her return to the palace, when she went to pay her respects, the Empress Dowager had deliberately made things difficult for her. Yet, all she displayed was a slightly aggrieved and delicate vulnerability.

The dark green token transmitted a thread of biting chill from her palm straight into her heart—cold, and her heart grew even colder.

Flowers do not bloom for a hundred days, and no person stays in favor forever. She had once believed that Ling Yun no longer wanted her and had completely forgotten her. Little did she expect that this notion was so outrageously and absurdly wrong.

"Old sister, you've been threatening me with that exact same excuse for over a decade now. Can't you come up with something else?" The person on the other end of the line sounded thoroughly helpless.

Li Zichen abruptly turned his head, glaring at him with blazing anger. "What kind of materials I'm looking for is none of your damn business! What, am I not allowed in the archives? Is this supreme red diamond magnetic card I'm wearing fake, is that it?!" As he spoke, he violently tugged at the card hanging from his chest, looking ready to commit murder.

Those two fleshy worms seemed to have little appetite for the spiritual energy-condensed primordial spirit released by them, focusing entirely on Zhang Tianci's original primordial spirit instead. Moreover, they seemed insatiable, continuously feeding in this manner, while Zhang Tianci was quite glad to have them help temper his primordial spirit.

Seeming to foresee the vision of the entire cultivation world reduced to a wasteland right from the depths of his heart, he voiced his inner concerns without omission.

"Hehe, Senior Lin Xue, I was merely joking with your younger sister just now. I have matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave. Silly girl, Big Brother Night Rat will come play with you again tomorrow, alright?" With that, the figure flashed and vanished.

When the screen finally cut back to that initial audition scene of "I Am the Hottest," the entire venue naturally and spontaneously fell silent.

At that exact instant, the sword soul seemed to perceive its master's inner thoughts, trembling slightly and emitting a faint, resonant hum of sympathetic vibration.

Just as the conversation was going pleasantly, this message suddenly popped up, shining as conspicuously as could be on the light screen floating beside her body.

Even if those children were not captured by the Blood Fiend, the place where this Blood Fiend was entrenched was less than a hundred kilometers away from his home. Once the Blood Fiend gained full momentum, the entire Tianshui Town would likely face utter catastrophe.

Gao Lu thought for a moment, then stepped inside as well, closing the door behind her to prevent the shockwaves from affecting the entire company.

"Of course, it would be best if you came along to devour me as well." Angelina's voice sounded exceptionally tender and sweet.

Facing the enraged Xiong Ba, Cang Feng pressed his advantage relentlessly. His tone was icy, yet unlike rigid ice, it carried a certain softness—a smile hiding a dagger, cotton concealing a needle. Such people were the most insidious of all.

As long as it benefited the execution of matters, he did not mind others bruising his ego. To him, substance mattered far more than superficial pride, and practical gains were what he truly valued.

Under no circumstances could he expose the fact that he was faking sleepwalking; in other words, he could not reveal that his mind was fully conscious.

The reason this strategy succeeded in tying down the enemy's energy invisibly was precisely because the reputation of the "Military Immortal" was far too formidable.

The exterior of this strategic bomber looked remarkably similar to the Dark Sword drone unveiled by the 601 Institute at the 2006 Zhuhai Airshow—though the original Dark Sword was a flying-wing drone, it had now evolved into a flying-wing strategic bomber.

Wang Qi had initially expected Gilardino to criticize him for uttering those remarks in front of reporters, but Gilardino said nothing at all, merely walking with him in silence toward the club bus.

The old man suffered from chronic rheumatism in his legs. Even though it was already May, he still wore thick trousers and frequently required massages to stimulate and clear his blood circulation.