Volume 1, Chapter 54: The Withdrawal of Hong Kong Capital: Good or Bad?

Bang! Dust and smoke billowed everywhere as the sound of shattering bones suddenly exploded. The dragon's body was missing an arm, its flesh mangled and bloody. It lay on the ground, convulsing continuously while its eyes flashed with venomous hatred.

The security guard was likely spot on; she had boiled soup for Peng Cheng and delivered it to the hospital early in the morning.

I was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help laughing inwardly: Could it be that this impatient beast successfully confessed his feelings to Lin Jingxue tonight? Otherwise, why else would he be calling me in such a frantic rush in the middle of the night?

When Renda spoke these words, he exuded an intense demonic aura. The hairs on Duzhuo's body stood on end, which was enough to show just how formidable he was. What Duzhuo couldn't understand was that, judging from his outward appearance, he didn't seem all that powerful, giving off a sense that his cultivation time was too short and his human form was unstable.

At this moment, Yang Tian's forehead felt somewhat dizzy. This ritual utensil was far too terrifying; every time a shred of its might was unleashed, a fraction of his spiritual soul's energy was consumed.

If he were to abandon Li Shun and leave him to his fate, Chen Feng believed he could definitely escape Li Man's pursuit. Moreover, perhaps even if he left Li Shun behind, Li Man wouldn't necessarily remain dead-set on driving him to a desperate end regardless of the consequences. What Li Man wanted was Li Shun's life, whereas Chen Feng's life wasn't even worth mentioning in his eyes.

Words flashed and vanished continuously in my mind, yet not a single one could accurately describe the back of Old Tan standing right before me.

With a loud boom, the gateway opened once more, and a boundless, murderous light emerged, violently striking towards Yang Tian's head.

I wanted to inform Old Cat and the others of Jiang Yuan's whereabouts, but I was afraid that making a sound would startle the prey and scare Jiang Yuan away. Just moments ago, when Da Huang shattered his defenses, Jiang Yuan had managed to escape smoothly right under his nose, which indicated there must be a hidden escape route among the bushes.

Once a war breaks out and ends in defeat, becoming a slave might even be considered the best possible outcome.

Muxuan pulled over a stool and sat down beside Jinli. Jinli used a ladle to dish out porridge while listening to the study reports given by Muxuan and Meng Yu.

In truth, his heart had long since lost all composure. Right now, his state was much like being heavily intoxicated—the clash within his mind was struggling to keep him outwardly sober, yet his physical body loyally betrayed his overwhelming, out-of-control excitement.

If any changes occurred while I was right by his side, I could take emergency measures. If Wuyou had summoned me over here, and during this interval, something happened to Xu Beichen that I couldn't see, thereby resulting in a catastrophe, that would truly be an unforgivable crime on my part.

The strange whistling sound emitted by Gangyuan communicated with the abundant and active water elements in the outside world, resonating with the Taku tribe, the Hemu tribe, and the half-elves participating in the secret ritual, thereby transmitting his state to everyone around him.

Siming was merely engaging in a risky experiment. If he were exposed, he would simply have to obediently attend the ceremony and look for an opportunity to slip away later.

In a great family like this, inheriting the family enterprise involved intricate rules. Either way, counting forwards or backwards, it would never fall upon He Tingchuan, who ranked fourth among the grandchildren, not to mention the numerous uncles and elders positioned above him.

The cultivation realm Zhang秦 displayed was merely the eleventh layer of Qi condensation. Even if he stretched his limits to the absolute maximum, his cultivation level would at most be on par with his own.

Bald Ear discovered even more anomalies, such as the complete absence of the howling wind—it was as quiet as a graveyard. The snowflakes kept spinning and drifting in mid-air, never actually falling to the ground. By the time he wanted to escape from this bizarre snowy forest, it was already too late.

Back when Wei Chuansheng was still in the Qi Condensation realm, the three of them had always been on good terms. Naturally, after Wei Chuansheng advanced to the Foundation Establishment realm, he extended plenty of care and favor to the other two.

As a result, he took a fancy to the fruit on a certain fruit tree in the secluded courtyard, and ignoring the servants' dissuasion, insisted on climbing the tree to pick it himself.

"Cooperation? What kind of cooperation?" The boss asked amusedly, unable to see what kind of cooperation could possibly be discussed with a five-year-old milk-drinking toddler.

Upon hearing his father's words, he didn't hesitate at all, immediately sitting down there and skillfully fishing the remote control out from the corner of the sofa to turn on the television.

"After the recovery of anomalies, whenever anyone passes through the desert, they will involuntarily feel fear, and these fears are forcibly absorbed by me. It was only at that moment that I realized why all the other nature gods belong to the dark camp."

Her past life? No, it was the past of the Third Princess of Beiming. She must have truly lost her mind, getting so confused that she couldn't even tell whose memories belonged to whom.

Given her master's temperament, if her master chose not to hack off this youth's limbs, carve away his facial features, seal him in a wine jar, and make him wish for death while unable to die, there were still countless other methods of torture available to make him deeply regret ever coming into this world.

This left Mu Xiaoxiao in an extremely irritable state. Provoked further by King Zhao's sarcastic mockery, she stepped forward and delivered a powerful slap, sending him flying straight up to hang from a tree branch.

Enduring the excruciating pain, he stanched the bleeding from his wound and then gazed at the giant face not far away.

Fortunately, the forensic hospital's assistant came to call her to the autopsy room early in the morning. After knocking on the door for a long time and sensing something was amiss, she immediately called the police and dialed 120.

Thus, emergency search and rescue operations were launched, thoroughly scouring the river route along which the cargo ship *Zhulang* had traveled. For months following that, there was complete silence and no news whatsoever.

The other team was led by Ning Yaoyao, named the "East Palace Legitimate Wife Governs the World and Deigns Not to Lower Herself to Your Level Squad."

Suddenly, he felt a sharp, burning pain and a wet sensation on the back of his hand. Yanking his hand up abruptly, he saw a thin, deep scratch bleeding on the back of his hand. Just a moment ago, someone had swiped a razor blade right across his skin.