Chapter 61: The Ant Colony’s Breach Is Never Wrought in a Single Day; the Verdant Hills Remain Enchanted, Ever Painting Pictures

"Too many people died in that levee breach." With Cheng Jianwei having already spoken, Liu Jiao'an knew that the first thing Guan Yin would ask about would be this rain, which Tongtong had once written about. "Later, when the investigation reached the housekeeper's family, Tongtong's father was thrown into prison and executed without a chance to explain."

Guan Yin had not intended to get any information from the original body's peers anyway; instead, she recalled the Daoist priest she had encountered by chance that day. "I remember you saying, Jiao'an, that your cousin, who is a Daoist priest, knows about this matter."

Times had changed.

Several assassins chased down the roadbed and saw Peng Haoming lying face down on the grass not far away. His right hand was pinned beneath him while his left hand reached forward, looking as though his back had been struck by shrapnel while running. His wound was still bleeding, and he lay motionless, appearing beyond saving.

We all began to shout and curse, demanding that Yang Xun let the girl go. However, Yang Xun completely ignored us and escorted the girl out the door.

When the Celestial Emperor looked up, his gaze immediately met Fuxi's. The latter only gave a slight nod in acknowledgement and turned to leave.

Just as that person was about to be stabbed by the panther-headed blade in the hands of Kunlun the black panther, a dark shadow suddenly shot toward Kunlun like a cannonball.

Such a fine young man—why did I eventually distance myself from him and let him go?

The chaotic space before them was cleaved apart by a single sword strike. It was bladeless yet superior to any edged weapon; this sword was none other than the twin sword of the former Shuo Xin.

Since the two of them had met before, their reunion did not feel distant at all; instead, they found a congenial warmth in each other's company.

For two years as a fire-tending maid, Feng Xi had only learned how to tend fires, confirming what the housekeeper had said about her possessing truly only "a single skill."

For a long time, there was no sound in the void. In the darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes, hazy and crazed, caused Ling Luo's body to shiver bitterly like a withered leaf in the wind.

Kubi's expression grew even uglier. Elroe was subtly and gently demonstrating his prowess, and Kubi possessed enough self-awareness to foresee what kind of fate awaited him in the third round.

The wizard deliberately reminded him, "Di Yunshang went to the Source of Life to investigate. What exactly he checked there and what he did remains unknown to us. We only know that after he returned from there, he became the orthodox Demon Emperor."

She could not understand how that Han Chen—her master's biological father and his Highness's father-in-law—had taken a fancy to her. Was it merely because he saw her save Ningjing? Could he tell she had a talent for martial arts just from that?

Hearing this, how could Huo Feiyang fail to understand? Han Bin was going to help him secure the ruling power of the Fire Cloud family, make him the new patriarch, and then use him to secretly control the entire clan. To put it simply, while he might look powerful on the surface, he was actually just a puppet, a chess piece manipulated by Han Bin.

"Hey, get up, get up!" The prison guards treated death row inmates with the utmost arrogance. With a flick of his hand, he struck the cell bars, shattering April's memories of the past.

Even the Beast King could find no explanation for this. Divination was, after all, divination, and could not be taken as absolute reality; everything still required a foundation of evidence.

Therefore, while new talent was being cultivated and updated to replace the old, he would be among the very first batch to be phased out.

When great divine powers clashed, phenomena such as spatial-temporal disorder had even occurred, sometimes causing ancient creatures to fall into the present era.

"A model's contract lasts only two or three years; who she ultimately belongs to is still uncertain!" Glancing toward the filming area, Mu Ze said indifferently.

"Enough, enough." Seeing that the situation was nearly settled, Lan Shengxue immediately stepped forward to grasp Di Yunshang's hand, dressing his wound with a heartache so genuine that she truly begrudged him even a single extra drop of blood.

Zhu Wenetian noticed that the production of key electronic components primarily drew its inspiration from the sources used for electric fan components. The production line design was handled by the Tenglong Electronic Components Factory, while the specific manufacturing was carried out by the exact same series of factories that had previously made the electric fans.

The Great Spirit Sword carried a long trail of sword radiance, plunging straight down from the sky like a thunderbolt. Yet only a few muffled, piercing sounds were heard; under Liu Qian's heavy and massive defense, it failed to make the slightest impact. That defensive power was like the vast earth itself—no matter how one attacked, one would be embraced and contained by the boundless land.