Volume 1, Chapter 70: The Interview

When King Bian married Luo Zhu, he used an eight-bearer sedan chair and bright red wedding garments. Although the preparations were grand, the ceremony was conducted in secret.

Old Alan looked at Alan. Some secrets had remained hidden for a very long time, yet they were brought up once again, prompting a deep sigh.

Seeing the flame in Ye Rou's eyes burning ever brighter, Qin Tianming decided to thoroughly ignite the fury trapped within her chest.

"You were poisoned by the python demon, and it has been two days, hasn't it?" Wang Minxuan did not turn back, speaking entirely to himself.

"Even if it merely grants me a return to my peak for a decade, I would willingly let my soul scatter into nothingness thereafter!" An elder beat his chest and spoke up.

The golden-robed youth's gaze was sharp as an eagle's as he swept it across a spot on the opposite side of the lake, a piercing gleam flashing and vanishing in an instant.

Fortunately, the spot where she was bitten was right at her collarbone. As he gently pulled aside her clothing, he saw two extremely deep tooth marks on her left collarbone, the blood around them already clotted.

Even more troublesome was that, with the increase in killings, the Asura's five senses seemed to sink into a quagmire, becoming sluggish. Sometimes, viewing things was as if separated by a layer of mist, a mist that could not be blown away by any effort of his own.

The soul power of the Listening Truth realm was the reliance that gave him the courage to take such a risk, but as one unexpected incident after another occurred around him, the situation had far exceeded his initial calculations.

The guards outside the tent had flying embers splatter onto their bodies, their entire backs continuously burning. They thrashed and rolled in the same manner, right up until their deaths.

"His anniversary falls in July." Thinking of his grandfather, although not overwhelmingly sorrowful, a lingering sense of melancholy always remained.

"Tsk tsk, look at that infatuated expression of yours! Heh, pray that the war ends soon. That way you can sleep hugging Julia's backside every day!" the blond corporal teased without malice, while the tank crew members sitting around, along with some infantrymen a bit further away, all joined in with laughter.

As for any divine artifacts in Xiao Wufeng's possession, they believed they existed and were undoubtedly immensely powerful, but they dared not snatch them. Compared to Xiao Wufeng, Han Fengxue was much easier to deal with.

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Facing the occurrence of these events, Dongfang Moyin found himself utterly unable to accept them. He had spoken to his father about the matter concerning the developers, yet his father paid no attention whatsoever, caring only about running his diner and passing the time playing cards all day long.

"You go on ahead in pursuit; I shall catch up slowly." Li Dingguo still refused to abandon his saber, for this weapon was his ultimate reliance in saving his sworn father.

Furthermore, my third brother suggested that I find a way to establish a dialogue with the figures at the upper echelons. Once their support was secured, the benefits would be infinite and inexhaustible.

"Whether it is contempt or not should be decided by actions! I hope General Rommel will consider this seriously!" Tonini said rigidly and formally.

The semi-bald "steward" and Helena both seemed to react with opposition, but Riti repeated firmly, and the "steward" ultimately poured him a shallow measure.

Leigang fell silent, sitting quietly. The agony of parting through life and death was something Leigang had experienced; he also understood why the cultivation speed of the Re-refining art was so terrifying—he was risking his life. Though he did not know how those years had been endured, Leigang knew that he was in profound torment.

He never expected that after so many years, Su Nuan would not harbor the slightest shred of forgiveness toward Qian Junfeng. Moreover, to hear it, that hatred seemed not to have diminished at all, but rather grown stronger.

This concerned a human life, and at this moment Mr. Pei's fate remained unknown. Had it not been for the inability to track his whereabouts, we would not have come to question your side. If you can provide any clues that might help us find him, we will certainly offer a generous reward.

Discovering that the boss had dropped absolutely nothing, Qin Ruixi was already accustomed to it; obtaining a single inner core this time was purely a matter of luck.

Pei Yifeng gave a cold laugh, walked over to the car, pulled open the door, and with a bang, tossed Xia Yueqing right out.

The former statements were indeed true, while the latter only touched the surface. She was indeed imitating Feng Qing, but Qingmei had failed to mention the true underlying purpose of mimicking someone else's guise.

Consequently, Huang Wuye immediately deployed numerous hidden weapons, countless poisoned arrows streaking forward like lightning toward those members of the Dream Marsh Sect who were engaged in combat with the Emperor's Academy in mid-air.

Song Yun'er had only pushed one leaf of the fortress-style door open by a slit, her hands positioned right between the two panels. Feng Lan's kick sent the entire door crashing inward, turning the outward-opening gap into an inward-opening one.

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Xia Mingxiu glanced at her and raised his arm slightly. Yuan Yao's eyes seemed glued to his arm, following its upward movement as Xia Mingxiu bent it. The blood indeed stopped dripping downward, but instead flowed back into his sleeve.

Being unable to deal with Pei Yibing and acting submissively in front of Madam Pei did not mean she needed to lower herself in the same manner before outsiders.

Beidou merely studied her expression, quietly taking in all her emotions within his gaze without speaking further. For a time, a strange and eerie silence filled the carriage.

"Damn it! Destiny? Judgment!" The dignified man Wang Biaobu actually dared to ignore him, and thus launched an attack immediately. An archaic long sword descended from the heavens, piercing straight toward Wang Biao's primary divine avatar, stirring up the boundless power of destiny within the heavenly palace in a manner that seemed to strip away any will to resist.

"Old Wang, what has happened? I am not dead." Old man Qu moved his arms and legs in astonishment, seemingly quite surprised that he was still alive.

Lains, having succeeded with his first strike, did not pause, instead pressing on with a fierce onslaught! Furthermore, he completely allowed the vanguard's fists to land heavily upon his own body.

"Alright, that's good then!" Lin Feng uttered, then descended with a flashlight in hand, the rest of the group following him down one by one.

"Woohoo! It seems they have both made up their minds. Let us congratulate them, offer our blessings, and send them off to the bridal chamber!" Lin Feng shouted from the side, once again sending the entire audience into fits of broad smiles.

Many of the ancestral generations in Huaxia suffered from a particular flaw: when teaching disciples, they liked to hold back a secret technique, passing it down generation by generation with bits withheld. As a result, those classic arts were lost in this very manner.

Dantai Mingyue retreated through the void, watching as Alice was stained with blood across half her body. Her once pristine white wings had been severed by the other on one side, and now, the golden-haired beauty trembled continuously from agony.

This was their final assault in this battle at Zizhou. Should they fail, even if they were given another chance, they lacked the capability: first, the mobile suits were severely damaged; second, their weaponry was wrecked; and third, their energy reserves had hit rock bottom. Under such circumstances, how could they possibly continue?