Volume 1, Chapter 65: Director Zheng Comes to Resent Gao Yuan

Glancing at the surrounding environment, Ning Yang and Yaya flickered and vanished from the spot in an instant.

"Seeing you still enjoying your food so much, I can rest assured seeing you head out on a journey this time!" Wu Zhiyuan smiled slightly.

Except for her protruding breasts and enchanting curves which hinted at her female gender, the Black Fox was completely hidden within the darkness like a mere shadow.

Hou Yu's parents naturally agreed without a moment's hesitation, and neither Li Sen nor Hong Gui hesitated much either—they had nothing better to do upon entering the Micro-world anyway.

Having subdued two titans of the Western Realm's alchemy circle, Lin Kun could not help but nod and smile with satisfaction. Believing they had latched onto the most powerful backer in the Western Realm, the two elders Fang and Lan burst into hearty laughter as well.

He was a normal man, after all. When he first met Qin Muoran, a pure, elegant beauty brimming with an ethereal spirit, he had inevitably harbored some romantic notions. Though these thoughts leaned more toward appreciation rather than deep affection, he well understood the obsession other men held for her.

Lilac tilted her head and pondered. No one had ever mentioned such matters to her in her memories, leaving her with no choice but to shake her head.

Of course, this was also because Lin Kun was present. Without his monstrous insight and composure, everyone else would likely have been bluffed by Helian Xue.

In the 49th minute, Murici used his speed to break into FC Tokyo's penalty area, creating some chaos, but Jiang Ning's hurried shot went wide.

Now, after working on the construction site for a few months, the slacker's pockets had bulged a little again, prompting him to resume writing.

This move was utterly abrupt. Among the many people present, no one expected this Tang Hen to be so despicable; instead of challenging any of the four top masters, he targeted the weakest one, Song Shirong.

To the Military God, this was an unprecedented and ultimate humiliation in his entire life. Therefore, he was single-mindedly consumed by the desire for revenge. The reorganization of the Divine Wind Camp happened to fulfill the wish of Taira Goro Tsunetsuna. Thus, he would never allow anyone to obstruct his vengeance.

"An'an, I'm sorry. From now on, I will listen to everything you say and believe everything you do," Song Sisi said, weeping.

The black figure roared. Evidently, the invisible strike from Time-Space Walker Number Ninety-Six had inflicted excruciatingly severe damage upon him.

In the evening, after finishing their showers, He Tiantian and Qiu Moru lay side by side on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

However, that ghostly figure neither dodged nor parried, merely waving a hand casually. In a flash, the earth and rocks on the ground churned and rose into the air, condensing into a sturdy wall. The fierce and formidable finger force of the Vajra One-Finger Zen struck it, and truly became like "a clay ox entering the sea," instantly swallowed up entirely.

This branch of the Jianmu Tree was a part of an ancient divine tree, already possessing spiritual awareness and matchless might. Before it even drew close, the suffocating pressure left Mo Xuan and Ji Yuyao unable to breathe.

Hearing Ye Youming's low gasp, Hua Lian's expression shifted drastically. Qingcheng—could it be the very same Qingcheng she had been searching for?

Rack her brains as she might, she could not figure out why she was here. Just moments ago, she had clearly been washing her face outside the restroom.

Seeing that someone still wore that expressionless face, acting as if nothing had been done, Er Yangqiu couldn't help gritting his teeth again, and simply looked away.

He leaned backward, his body suspended in mid-air with a sharp "swish" sound as arrows pierced through his flesh in succession, spraying blood. Gritting his teeth tightly to suppress any sound, Feng Lan covered the wound on his chest with his hand, yet no matter how hard he pressed, blood kept dripping down, drop by drop.

"Right, why not use them as test subjects!" Li牧 suddenly came up with an idea, having not yet had the chance to try it out before.

Because it was a place she was quite familiar with, Doctor Mu fumbled around for a moment before finally grasping Black Qingqing's hand.

That was a gold-inlaid jade hairpin, and Mu Shiqing fell in love with it at first glance. Picking it up for a closer inspection, she saw the shaft was crafted from solid gold, while the head was formed by a gold-inlaid jade butterfly poised for flight, exquisitely vivid and lifelike.

"See that sports car? He is the Deputy Director of the Intelligence Department, and I am his esteemed guest. All your incriminating evidence is in his hands," Li Mu said, pointing toward the sports car that had followed them.

These matters were not under his purview to begin with; by having her and Scarlet Blood Enchantress clean up together, he was probably just trying to torment them.

This artifact was intricately carved, definitely not something an ordinary mortal could create, and for them to have identical ones felt far too coincidental.

Therefore, regardless of where ordinary citizens of the nine great empires traveled—even ordinary commoners—they enjoyed numerous conveniences, especially within those vassal states.

Closing her eyes abruptly, she forced herself to erase the figure that had surfaced in her mind. Tang Luoran opened her eyes again and forced a weak smile into the mirror.

The other Heavenly Soldiers rushed over with their weapons in an instant, yet in their eyes, the corner was completely empty.

Thinking of the new wounded addition to the household, the diet needed an upgrade, so she went to buy a few large marrow bones, had five or six catties of pork sliced off, and noticing that pork offal was cheap, she picked up a couple of sets of pig intestines, pork liver, and pig heart.

The people of the world cared little whether the scholars of the Imperial Academy lived or died, as long as someone taught their children. Even less could they know what transpired within the academy, and perhaps they were entirely unaware of everything unfolding right here in the capital city.