Chapter Thirty-Four: The Five Spirits Star Officials With gratitude to the reader "Knight Passerby" for their generous support

That thing is essentially my lifeline. The night I met Gold Tooth, I didn’t have the Three Pure Ones’ statue with me, which led to a crowd of ghosts at the crematorium eagerly inviting me to dinner, and later, it saved me from being castrated by the Fox Immortal. The key thing is, Fatty Zuo said he only had one piece.

And she actually helped me throw it away?

I rushed forward, ready to give her a beating.

Fatty Zuo grabbed me. “She’s possessed by the Five Small Immortals, don’t blame her.”

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If Tang Feiyan truly wanted to kill Qi Fei, she would never have given him any chance to stall for time.

Mu Changqing took the bottle Lin Sirou handed him, glanced up at her without a word, and simply poured out the pills inside, swallowing them all in one gulp.

When everyone saw the scene projected before them, they were so shocked they didn’t know what to say.

Never mind what kind of show Old Dog Egg had watched that left him unable to sleep, or how he didn’t get up at all the next day after seeing such a spectacle. For the world is just so strangely unfair, with some rejoicing while others grieve.

Ting Shu was just a youth, so the Weather Research Institute had to show some magnanimity. With this connection, they could both thank him for his help and indirectly strengthen their friendship with him.

Many people in the room, including the leading male cultivator, recognized one another. Precisely because he knew the backgrounds of the others present, he dared not act too roughly, but he also wouldn’t allow anyone else to make a move in front of him.

This surprised me; in my mind, this wasn’t the kind of emotion I expected from someone like him.

These two meteorites were acquired by the Larus Group’s research team, who, using their portable instruments, made a shocking discovery: both meteorites showed signs of life, as if two life forms were attached to them.

Watching Wu Sheng gently brush Wang Yaqin’s cheek, his gaze full of indulgence as he looked at her still plump and radiant face, Lin Sirou couldn’t help but feel a tingle run down her scalp for reasons she couldn’t quite name.

Even though Ting Shu originally came just to train his Ice Six-Tailed Fox, he was still drawn in by the dazzling array of battle facilities.

Yang Huairen briefly introduced the various switches and devices in the room, then left.

The word “No” had barely left his lips before his killing intent was decided. Channeling thunderous true energy through his whole body, he faced Poison Seven Swords with a single palm strike. The gust from his attack surged with awe-inspiring might, condensing into a blue thunder dragon.

He worried that if he pressed Chen Baichuan too hard, the man might destroy the extraordinary treasure rather than let it fall into anyone’s hands, which would be a real loss.

In fact, Mo Xing had long since sensed that Mu Chuchu possessed the Heaven-Opening Divine Order, but just as Golden Fur had said, Mu Chuchu hadn’t detected that Mo Xing had one as well. This gave Mo Xing a secret sense of satisfaction.

Kong Miaomiao couldn’t help sneaking glances at Mo Xing, quietly admitting to herself that he was indeed strikingly handsome—far more than she’d imagined.

He paused, looked up, and met Ling Mo City’s expressionless face, those cold eyes leaving him momentarily stunned.

In a wild expanse, Mo Xing sat cross-legged, practicing the Sovereign of Stars technique, dominating a region within a hundred miles and establishing it as his source point.

A sharp long blade sliced through the air, a cold gleam flashing as blue lightning danced around Chen Haoran’s body.

An Xiaoxiao’s expression stiffened; not daring to meet his overly penetrating gaze, she hurriedly put on her shoes and left.

“We’ll use our authority to suppress them. In other words, we’ll approach Director Shen and the other top brass to introduce policies targeting this order, using a combination of government and business cooperation to intimidate the rival pharmaceutical factories.”

After a round of reprimands from Robert, Frez touched his nose awkwardly and retreated to sit on the sofa, falling silent. Robert lit a cigar and took deep drags, as if hoping the rush of tobacco would spark some new inspiration.