Chapter 41 Venting

When Shen Qingqing left the tenement building, she felt refreshed with a faint smile lingering at the corners of her lips.

Having nothing pent-up in her heart, her overall demeanor was vastly improved.

Radiant and glowing, she looked even prettier than before.

Anyone unaware of the situation would have thought she and Jiang Zhixun were a happily married couple, which explained why she was in such high spirits.

Shen Qingqing had no idea whether Lin Fengmian would lodge a complaint with the leadership, but even if she did, she didn't care.

What was done was done; there was no point in regretting it.

Every zone represented a single contestant. Anyone entering that zone had to be a fan of the corresponding contestant.

Since one could make exorbitant demands, one could naturally negotiate the price on the spot. Gou Saiyu's way of "negotiating" was refreshingly different.

Lin Feng remembered that the last time he hatched the flying centipedes, all three flying centipede eggs had successfully hatched. How come this time, out of nearly a hundred wind eagle eggs, only six wind eagles hatched?

The photography skill points currently displayable are a pitiful 8 points—a very auspicious number, but in practical operation, it probably amounts to knowing how to turn the camera on and how to press the pause button.

Even roaring King, the most senior inheritor who had stayed in the Ancestral God religion for countless years, never received any extra exchange opportunities.

With that, his right-hand black gauntlet was suddenly covered with a layer of dark light. He threw a punch instantly, his body soaring like a cannonball as he charged straight toward where Lin Lei was located.

Only through truly formidable strength could one carve out a bloody path across the single-plank bridge amidst a myriad of troops.

His judgment was indeed exceptional; in the future domestic wars, quite a few students were turned by his prized disciples, even though many surrendered only after suffering defeat.

"Thank you, thank you, brothers." Nangong Jin took a steamed bun with utmost solemnity. Filled with overwhelming emotion, he took a large bite.

Seeing the Japanese soldiers panic and some begin to aim their guns toward the outer gates, the Chinese prisoners of war also realized that their own people had arrived and broke into a noisy commotion.

I could perceive a sense of loneliness and solitude in his gaze. For some reason, I figured this person must have carried many stories of his own.

He could not help but feel secretly relieved that he had packed Original Jiaming's mainframe and brought it to the Metropolitan Police Department, a procedure that hadn't strictly required sealing.

Wu Ying was left completely dumbfounded. He had to find a way to let Hanhan know about this while also taking preventive measures against Qian Kun.

That day, when Ji Chen and the two others were discussing countermeasures, the Red-Buttocked Macaque suddenly appeared and showed Ji Chen a lingering soul jade slip left behind by the previous Haotian Immortal Emperor. The essence of it was that the former Haotian Immortal Emperor had once made a pact with the Red-Buttocked Macaque, stipulating that at a critical juncture, the Macaque must shoulder the obligation of helping Ji Chen.

"Big brother, you might be overthinking it! Actually, your brothers sincerely want to follow you, so they are just giving themselves a way to step down with dignity! If they didn't want to follow you, they could easily run away even after joining!" Wang Siying comforted Liu Yiming as she saw him deep in thought.

No, no, she did not believe that a man capable of snuffing out his own flesh and blood would possess any shred of mercy.

Wanyan Jin's heart stirred slightly, not because Master Yunji's words had led her to a conclusion, but rather because she suddenly recalled Liaohua's words.

A metal-piercing bird cry rang out as a gigantic blue luan soared over, radiating an intensely terrifying aura.

The Nascent Soul cultivator surnamed Zhang wore a gloomy expression. Together with the Nascent Soul cultivator surnamed Zhou, he made a wide detour to avoid the all-encompassing purple flames, continuing their pursuit of Qi Feng, who had used the opportunity to run a bit further ahead.

"This subject implores Your Majesty to punish Chen Xing and Chen Yang. As sinners of the previous dynasty's Chen family, failing to punish them will fail to appease the public and will violate both state law and family precepts. I beg Your Majesty to punish them!" Su Qing's cold and merciless voice echoed repeatedly at the palace gates, her attitude resolute and indifferent.

Today seemed slightly unusual. The lobby wasn't exactly packed to capacity, but it was much livelier than before, with about half of the tables occupied.