Volume 1, Chapter 45: Rescuing and Fleeing

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Jiang Huan’s sudden enlightenment stemmed from the system’s prompt tone.
[The Number Nine artifact spirit has sensed provocation from the bottom of its heart.]
In other words, after the priest expanded his domain, the hymns chanted by him and his believers were essentially a form of mind control over the target.
As the saying goes, where the heart goes, the body follows.
Precisely because of this, even with Zhang Yu and the [Confucian Scholar] joining forces, they were unable to move him even an inch!
Seeing this, Jiang Huan moved with extreme agility, pushing [Stealth] to its absolute limit, and flashed swiftly to Zhang Yu’s side like a ghost.
“Teacher, let me try.”
Busy pulling and tugging at Zhang Jiuwan, Zhang Yu heard the voice beside him out of nowhere and instinctively raised his hand to strike.
Yet, upon turning his head, he caught sight of Jiang Huan’s youthful face...
“Yes, we do!” Old Wan never hesitated at times like this, immediately pulling out a whole roll of cut yellow ritual paper and cinnabar from his treasure pouch.
“You...” Gongxi Le tried several times in vain to shake off Tai Shi Yufang’s entanglement, growing somewhat irritated as he suddenly unleashed a fierce attack.
As for Yun Qing, his target was to seduce Xia Liu. For a mother, the best entry point to build a good relationship with her was through her child.
Hearing these words, Meng Yuhan quickly filled her eyes with tears, uttered a brief apology, and turned to run outside.
Yet how could such a matter be easily digested? A sudden betrothal made her feel as though her fate had been decided by others just like that. The Third Prince indeed treated her quite well, but the problem was she simply did not hold that kind of affection for him.
“Is Younger Sister willing to trust Elder Sister just once? Although what I say may not guarantee absolute success, how will you know unless you try?” At this moment, Liu Yihua’s voice suddenly turned calm.
Hearing Xin'er's words, Ren Fei grew excited. He had not expected there to be a lake nearby. Along the journey, he had long wished for a bath, but water in the desert was more precious than anything else—let alone bathing, even washing one's hands was out of the question.
Ren Fei reported the details of this diplomatic mission to Oscar thoroughly, and right after finishing, he suddenly let out a sneeze.
“Sigh, is there no end to this!” Tong Yuan sighed with a bitter face, gesturing with a wave of her hand for us to follow her.
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At first, she thought she could remain immune to Shen Zhongnan’s influence, let alone fall in love with this exceptionally handsome, wealthy, and capable man. Yet, before she knew it, she had sunk into a quagmire, falling hopelessly and deeply in love.
“Not yet, Elder Sister. This lecherous pervert isn't entirely rotten; not only did he not do anything to me, but he actually saved you instead!” Liu Zhi said with a giggling smile.
“Judging by President Fan’s estimation, how much longer will the current employment difficulty persist?” A reporter asked Fan Wubing.
Sometimes she would even think that if Ye Zetao were really to ask her to accompany him to bed, she certainly wouldn't refuse.
The Nyingma sect was the most powerful faction among the esoteric sects at this time. Within the faction itself sects flourished, yet the Vajrayana currently reigned supreme, and the Vajrayana’s Golden Wheel Dharma King was precisely the present head of the Nyingma sect.
The third person to sit before Zhu Tong was Cheng Zhenjiang. Compared to the previous two, his demeanor was the most relaxed. At the same time, Ye'er took a seat beside Zhu Tong.
Entrusted by the wealthy scion Li Longsheng, He Lili invited Teresa Teng to attend a family banquet where Teresa was requested to sing and entertain the guests.
As the saying goes, human lives are paramount. As long as no lives were lost, everything else could be managed; once a life was lost, it would completely exceed the scope of his capability.
The photograph showed a warm family of three against the majestic backdrop of the Three Gorges Dam. That father was, of course, "Billionaire" Director Luo, whom Lehman referred to as the victim. The so-called American citizen was merely that teenage boy. Lehman stated that the boy had acquired American citizenship five years ago.
Li Muqing hesitated for a moment before nodding, planning to take the car behind and not go with Jia Ying.
Wang Dong felt bitter inside, wondering how it was that in his previous life he had been exceptionally handsome, tall, and mighty, yet after translocated through time and space, he had turned into someone of short stature?
One must realize that "Getsuku" was Fuji Television's premier drama time slot. Over the years, viewers had cultivated a habit, creating a massive following of Getsuku fans.
Chen Mingzhi had now truly entered the realm of a single sword; his understanding of Chu Sixixiang’s sword intent had become even more profound.
“Heh! Just a moment ago, this general along with our top generals were collectively controlled by the enemy.”
The way Chu Sixixiang summoned Taku was simple: he swept across this oasis using his single-sword sword intent.
A few glamorous salesclerks and onlookers curled their lips and shook their heads. Putting on airs even at this point—didn't they know it would only make them look more foolish?
Qingyu frowned as he looked toward the opposite direction, then slapped his forehead and formed a hand seal to cast a illumination spell.
Right at that moment, a two-finger-thick venomous snake slithered out from the rotting leaves nearby and directly bit Li Xin on the thigh.
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“Because my appearance is simply too hideous, I would rather die than reveal this face.” Chen Mingzhi casually explained.
Li Yuanba strode into the imperial court carrying a giant axe, slamming it into the floor, which instantly cracked under the impact.
However, Zheng Qiqi was ultimately just a young girl; hearing Nangong Wan'er mention her mother immediately brought a look of panic to her brow.
After all, precisely because she knew Chen Minsheng’s high status, yet Qin Tian had entered the ward right alongside Chen Minsheng while even the vice president hadn't come in, it was enough to make her understand Qin Tian’s formidable power.
The black fellow rolled all over the ground in agony yet failed to escape from beneath J’s feet, twitching like a mantis thrown onto a table—sitting up and lying down repeatedly. He wanted to hug J’s thigh but feared taking another bullet.
Sun Li did not dare to look back. But even without looking, she knew that Mu Qingyu must not be far behind her.
At this moment, calling Wangquan a sword was somewhat inaccurate; calling it a Wangquan saw would be far more fitting. Originally as smooth as water, the blade had turned jagged after clashing with the Hero Sword hundreds of times, transforming gorgeously from a lethal weapon into a logging tool. If Bald Qiang were here, he would undoubtedly exclaim it was a divine artifact.
After speaking to Xie Dongya, Daoist Tianqing pointed into the magma. Xie Dongya looked down and saw a patch of glowing light within the magma, from which spiritual energy continuously emanated. It appeared to be the seal his master had mentioned.
Jiankang City three days later was just like any other day. Soldiers maintained constant vigilance atop the city gates, and two lanterns swayed in the wind upon the gate tower, their light flickering dim and bright as if they might go out at any second, casting mottled and shifting shadows across the faces of the patrolling guards.
This "neat and tidy" remark touched a taboo for Li Qiang, instantly reminding him of Peter and his group of three others, what they had done to that family years ago, and the neatly arranged family in that blurry photograph.
Before long, a sports car drove up to them. The driver stepped out, respectfully opened the door, and stood aside bowing.
Knowing full well that three years ago the Thirty-Five Heavenly Kings of Tiansha had been slain by him, if the Thirty-Sixth of Tiansha came knocking three years later without any reliance or backing, how would that differ from seeking death?
That person seemed to have already fought a battle with the bats, covered in blood from head to toe, with one arm in particularly dire condition where the bare, white bone was exposed.
Yannai’s words did indeed have a certain effect, as many experts cast their gazes over here with expressions of dissatisfaction.
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