Volume One, Chapter 27: Captain, Don’t Shoot—It’s Me!

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Once the two men revealed their imposing auras, countless onlookers were already buzzing with discussion. When they saw how their weapons amplified those auras, they were even more stunned.

And so, on March 21, “The Oriental Show at Times Square”—a semi-official name, if one could call it that—formally spread across the entire Western world, becoming the latest hot topic people eagerly discussed over meals and tea.

A little after eleven that night, Wen Jing sat in front of the computer, stretched, glanced at the time, and decided it was time for bed.

The machine was imbued throughout with a smooth metallic texture, its edges rounded into streamlined curves. A long, narrow screen occupied its center—and astonishingly, it was even in color.

After the Tyrant Sword flew back above Wang Haisheng’s head, it circled him while emitting successive howls of wind, as though conversing with him somehow. The sight made his expression even graver.

Venerable Iron Buddha was, after all, a Grandmaster and carried himself with due dignity. Feng Lingzi, meanwhile, was a newly risen Grandmaster whose status was considerably lower than that of the infamous Demon Lord. He immediately asked with an ingratiating smile,

Lan Jun had not yet had the chance to introduce the Sound Tyrant when Zhang Jia saw through him, called security, and had him thrown out. Thus, the two of them had no idea that Lan Jun was the general manager of Sound Tyrant. Otherwise, they would probably have regretted it even more.

When she entered the corridor, she could feel quite a few people secretly watching her through the transparent glass. Whatever those looks truly meant, in her eyes they were all mockery and ridicule—laughing at her for having been slapped and sneering at her for suffering such a tremendous humiliation.

Although Shu Hongming and Da Mi had spent a day sightseeing in Star City while filming their program there, they had not had their fill of the place. Their next destination was therefore Star City.

Put another way, that single sword strike was a genuine Level 16 attack. If his opponent had not reached Level 16, he was certain to be killed instantly.

Yundingzi had recently said that Lady Houtu lamented the decline of morality in the world and the increasing number of villains. She was preparing to build the Eighteen Levels of Hell and embark on some grand endeavor to punish evil and promote virtue.

The Snow Lion had just finished eating the roast rabbit. With a nimble leap, it slipped into the surrounding grass. Yü Pei glanced at Lord Mara. “I’ll go check on it.”

When Lord Mara merely snorted through his nose, Yü Pei plunged into the grass to search for the Snow Lion.

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Wang Shouye nodded and said with a smile, “It’s best that the Yang family sees it that way. Neither of our families should involve themselves in this matter.”

Seeing this scene, Fahai said gently, “Pollution-source monsters are all extremely strange. If they are left unchecked, the nearby settlements and cities may well be dragged into the disaster.”

At that moment, he was wearing a very ordinary long-sleeved shirt. He had applied a little makeup, put on a wig, and stuck a false mustache to his upper lip. Combined with his mature bearing, he looked at least a decade older than his actual age.

Shangguan Ze wore red from head to toe and rode a tall horse. His aura was imposing enough to intimidate anyone. Even Bai Ningming was once again astonished by his dashing bearing.

Ten minutes later, Lu Xiaoxiao arrived in a stone room. She glanced at the door locked by Er Biao and curled her lips. She wondered whether it could withstand a single kick from her.

This line of work could not be mastered with money alone. Without an insider to hold the fort, you could be cheated and still end up helping the swindler count his own money.

Zhao Youqian had gone out early that morning to inspect his fields and estates and was not at the residence. At present, Madam Zhao Liu was the only pillar holding the household together.

“You’re as fussy and slow as a woman. Hmph!” Miaozhuzi’s expression suddenly changed, as though she had remembered something. She spat lightly, turned around, and walked away.

“This is bad! If this continues, they’re going to discover my home!” In a hidden mountain cave, Rabbit Eight was frantic.

How could Green possibly fight him? The Demon King’s Heart was not with him. Without his heart, Green was nothing more than a useless braggart hiding behind a grand reputation; naturally, he could not fight anyone. Green knew the truth about himself, but the others did not.

“It would be so much better if you were that cold-hearted person again.” She stroked his temples and felt mist beginning to cloud her eyes until she could no longer see what lay before her.

After the rabbits evolved into Monas, plain grass was no longer enough to satisfy their needs for survival. Magic became their primary source of strength. Fruits rich in magical power, luminous mushrooms from beneath the earth, nectar from carnivorous flowers, and the like were all their favorite foods.

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By then, the Main God of Bauhinia already knew that the being who had emerged from the spatial turbulence was an avatar of the False God of Destiny.

“Help! Someone help!” One guardsman was pinned beneath the fallen rocks, while the two who had fainted earlier had also long since been buried beneath the rubble.

The Intelligence Bureau and the Operations Bureau had reached conflicting conclusions, leaving Nao Jiao, the prefect of the Grand Marshal’s Office, with no recourse. The former’s judgment was supported by ample intelligence: once the grain collection had ended, vast quantities of millet from the Three Rivers Commandery and Yingchuan Commandery had been transported to General Li Xin’s army outside Fangcheng. After the great river froze, millet from Henei Commandery and Shangdang Commandery had also been carried across the Yellow River.

Over the past five days, the savage-beast race and the hundred primordial innate clans had each lost hundreds of millions of their people every day.

When Wang Tiancheng saw Marquis Azure Robe preparing to continue arguing with him, he simply drew the Heavenly Wind Saber.

Killing one was killing one, and killing four was killing four. Why not kill three more and let those fellow sufferers have companions on the road to the Yellow Springs?

At the instant she became lost in thought, Gu Qing’s figure vanished from the spot without warning. When he reappeared, he was already not far ahead. Clenching his fist, he launched a frontal strike at the Exquisite Flower Venerable.

“Excellent. You may leave now!” As soon as he finished speaking, Ming Xuan sprang into the air and kicked Zhu Xinli away.

“Then get out of bed quickly. The sun has been up for ages!” Xie Ziqing looked embarrassed, then hurried out with a shy expression.

Most people who knew Lin Jingyi had some connection with Lin Yi, so not many knew him in a place like Star-Studded Pavilion. Even when they happened to encounter acquaintances, they merely exchanged knowing smiles and let the matter pass. After all, everyone had come there for pleasure, not to reminisce about the past.

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