Chapter Fifty-Two: The Data Seized

The bespectacled man was taken aback. "Comrade, you also know about research?"
Hearing this, Ruan Tang couldn't help glancing at Huo Yanshu, scratching her head sheepishly. "Not me. My man is the one who does research." As she spoke, she hugged Huo Yanshu's arm, their posture very affectionate.
The bespectacled man's eyes lit up as he looked at Huo Yanshu, a sincere smile spreading across his face. "Hello, comrade. My name is Zhai Xuchao. I studied molecular mechanics in university. My research topics are not convenient to disclose, but I wonder what kind of research you are engaged in, comrade?"
Before Zhang Liang could finish speaking, Li Yajun gathered a surge of dark aura, and with a fierce exertion of force, she blasted Xu Zhihua flying more than ten meters away, while simultaneously breaking free from the shackles of the electric current.
"Senior Zomu, you have already made peace with Sect Master Elizabeth, haven't you?" Ye Xunhuan suddenly asked with a smile.
Luna casually made a few hand gestures, and the servants sweeping the courtyard immediately followed her out.
The old man stepped on a golden flying sword and descended from the sky. He turned out to be a cultivator at the Golden Core stage.
"Xiu'er, Xiu'er." The azure-scaled eagle cried out sincerely to Su Yang, seemingly urging Su Yang to bestow his bloodline power once again upon its bird eggs.
Their eyes met, and Mo Qingwu was lost in a daze for a split second. Almost everyone was attracted to watch, and a tide of applause erupted.
The dust settled, revealing the tall figure of the desolate beast. Although it had no facial features other than its eyes, its eyes at this moment were filled with an expression of utter disbelief. It truly could not believe that Yang Yi had actually treated it as a whetstone.
Hearing about raiding bird eggs, the minds of the group of children were instantly stirred, and they all decided to go to the Indus tree nest to hunt for bird eggs.
The red-lacquered wooden door opened inward, revealing an old man dressed in white ice-silk fabric embroidered with a cyan dragon emblem.
"Is it laughable? If I had sought the Dao elsewhere, I wouldn't have met with today's desolation!" After a long silence, Feng Xuelang laughed self-deprecatingly.
After running a couple of steps, her legs still felt weak. Angry, resentful, and vexed, terrified that he might catch up, she simply slipped into her true form with a "swish," plunged into the grass, and vanished from the spot in a flash.
Although she and Luo Yiyu later got together, and whenever the rest of them met her they were always superficially polite and even somewhat ingratiating, she knew that none of them truly liked her.
"Cut the crap!" I interrupted him, walking slowly toward Gaochang Gong and gazing at him quietly.
Mu Feng slowly swept his gaze over the Mo family shadow guards surrounding him, finally letting his eyes fall on Mo Yang standing before him.
He made a phone call to the Luo family bodyguards waiting in the shadows, telling them to go and intercept Han Xiaowei's father.
After Mo Li left, Mu Feng did not sit down to eat; instead, he stepped out of the room. This mansion had been repaired to look exactly like the Yelu Prince's Mansion from a thousand years ago. Although it covered a vast area, Mu Feng still navigated it with practiced ease and found the main gate.
Actually, Qu Wurong had long considered that such a thing was not impossible. She just didn't know that when it actually happened, she would feel so miserable. Qu Wurong said coldly, "Even if I am the Empress, so what? What does it have to do with you?" Qu Wurong did not know what Chen Xiaomin was really trying to say.
Onoki never dreamed that Du Chong would actually spare their father and son, and would even help them block Danzo's attack.
A pair of shoes in black cloth appeared within Mu Feng's lowered field of vision. Mu Feng stopped abruptly, nearly crashing into the other's arms, and swallowed hard, inwardly howling in profound regret.
To master this balance was actually not easy, especially since she was a demon who lacked a sense of proportion and was rather lazy.
As it happened, Ling Feng's strength was also formidable; even in front of grandfather, he probably wouldn't be trembling with fear like the others, right?
They always say it's better to demolish ten temples than to wreck a single marriage, but as soon as the news of this divorce broke out, the response supporting it was overwhelmingly one-sided. For a time, even Xie Anbao's former mistresses came out of the woodwork to kick the soon-to-be-disgraced Mrs. Xie while she was down with harsh criticisms.