Chapter 41: Twenty Ten-Yuan Notes

Speaking of this, Song Yang became talkative.

"When Uncle Tao and the others arrived, they found you had already fainted, and Song Bo was gone. As soon as those people saw the police cars and the large number of officers, they dumped you to the side and fled. During the subsequent search, they also found Song Bo, who had been discarded nearby."

So that was what happened. It was a good thing Tao Zhiyong had appeared in time; otherwise, she dared not imagine the consequences.

Taraxin let out a dry laugh and turned to walk toward Lana, but after taking only a single step, a slow, deliberate remark from Ockham brought him to a halt.

People from the Chu Marquis Estate rarely interacted with government officials, so why were they here at the Prime Minister’s residence?

During the first few years, Jiang Zhu lived reasonably well; although she was not wealthy or prestigious, she had enough to eat and wear, and lived a comfortable life.

He could not possibly leave in a fit of pique just because Lin Bufan had deliberately insulted him and the Heavenly Heart Sacred Ground with such words.

Therefore, even though Lin Feng had already grasped the true essence of the Sword Dao, it remained difficult for him to secure victory while facing three Golden Core stage experts simultaneously.

Su Yuxu took another step, his body relaxed and moving with the wind; as if weightless, he appeared fifty meters away in a single stride.

With these words, he forcefully shook off the leader who was holding him, turned, and stepped onto a dirty-car tank that had already been started.

Upon opening his eyes, he found that he had transmigrated into this world and his consciousness had merged with a stone stele known as the Heavenly Dao.

Just as Hayes turned around, an ornithopter flew over the manor. Under his gaze, it reached the designated area, the cabin doors opened, and a vast quantity of "petals" was scattered across the earth.

He unleashed a palm strike that caused the space to tremble violently; the rushing air currents transformed into sharp, blade-like gusts, shooting out in all directions.

Dr. Charles examined Su Li’s condition; she was still hiding in the corner, refusing to come out or communicate with anyone. Whenever someone touched her, she would scream loudly, occasionally muttering phrases like "Don't kill me" or "I'm sorry."

As long as Ma Chao and Ma Teng could lead those ten thousand elites to hold out for ten or fifteen days against Han Sui’s mixed force of seventy or eighty thousand cannon fodder and regular troops, they could still win the battle.

He was also curious; a guy like Qu Liancheng, who could barely string two words together, actually had such an impressive friend.

"What is going on? Why is the ground covered in snakes? Why do I hear the enemy’s war cries but cannot see them?" The soldiers were terrified to the point of extreme panic. But then, their lives reached their end—swish! Heads were severed. Crack! Arms were snapped.

"Surviving this near-death experience, you have become my belief in carrying on. I have thought about it for a long time these past few days; there are so many uncertainties in life. How can I be sure I will see you tomorrow?" Having said this, his lips curved slightly into a smile.

The moment these ten blood spheres appeared, Lu Heng, hiding within the Dark Realm, felt as if his spirit were being suppressed by something. This oppressive aura permeated the entire Dark Realm, making his body feel heavy and increasingly difficult to move. With no other choice, he was forced to leap out of the Dark Realm.

The scholar looked up at the sky. "Heaven's secrets must not be leaked. The palace examination is about to conclude." After saying this, the scholar turned into a wisp of green smoke and quietly vanished.

Hearing Zhao Acha’s peculiar statements, Ye Xuan felt a deep sense of curiosity rising within him. It did seem to be a genuine question.

Hong Rui gently tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, watching the old man on the boat with caution. "That old man possesses an unfathomable aura of destiny; he is not an ordinary person." No sooner had Hong Rui finished speaking than the small skiff on the great river began to move without wind, drifting slowly toward Ye Xuan.

At this moment, the light mirror revealed the image of a middle-aged man with exotic features, dressed in white, with a sinister expression.

Silence! The entire street seemed to be infected, with everyone locking their gaze onto Long Xia.