Volume 1, Chapter 57: The Wax Museum

Several days passed, and the three originally mismatched fellows had somehow become inseparable and got along splendidly. Wu Tian was greatly astounded; it was no surprise that birds of a feather like Heshen and Qin Hui hit it off, but how on earth did the dignified Zhang Juzheng manage to get along so well with these two scoundrels?

"What are you guys doing? This is no time to be playing around, we've got a problem!" Minami Rika's voice cut through the air, interrupting the pair of foolish lovers.

"Alright." Hearing Lin Yifeng's words, Susan nodded gently, using her psionic power to carve out the map on the ground.

Fearsome roars echoed from the locker room, as if the players could already see their own devastated expressions in Richard's vivid description.

"The comforting thing at least is that those hundreds of Terrors aren't here, right?" Saeko felt a heavy weight in her heart as well, but she still spoke up to comfort Li Ye.

The second leg of the Champions Cup knockout stage unfolded at Old Trafford. Bury stood fully prepared; their tactical approach this time remained largely identical to the previous encounter—a steadfast counter-attacking defense.

However, over the years, the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect had scattered to the four winds. Wuyazi was trapped by emotional torment and later ambushed by Ding Chunqiu; Li Qiushui and Wu Xingyun were mortal enemies, while Li Canghai took the Ever-Spring Art and traveled far away.

Stia and Lisa walked in, and the moment Lisa entered, she flung herself directly around Wang Yun's neck.

Jojo's twin sons were bound to be a handful in the future as well. Barely born, they kept twisting and turning, babbling incessantly, refusing to stay still for even a moment.

No matter how formidable modern technology might be, it still fell short when confronted with the immense power of powerful mutants.

Only then did Su Lixia obediently snuggle into Wudong's arms. The sway of the journey back made her even more drowsy.

The message transmitted by Li Dong struck like eighty-one gales from the highest heavens, instantly shattering their worldview into disarray.

Jian Xiazhi actually wanted to refuse. She understood that Madam Fu's move was nothing more than an attempt to manufacture an opportunity for the two of them to spend time alone together.

Wang Mingyu, however, uttered a light sentence, causing the smile on Yang Tai's face to instantly vanish, replaced by a tense expression.

As soon as he sat down, Huangfu Xiujian noticed something amiss. "Why is my space so much larger?" In contrast, Kong Yingxue was curled up tightly in a corner.

The auction arena was a massive circular plaza. The topmost tier of the surrounding high galleries consisted of private VIP rooms reserved for Heavenly Supreme-level masters, while the auction seats stood squarely in the center of the square.

Their only hope now was that someone at Jinbi KTV would notice quickly and send the security guards over to rescue them.

This Xu Xun was at the intermediate fourth rank, just one rank lower than Jun Ru, but this slight gap in rank was of no consequence. If Jun Ru revealed even the slightest flaw during the match, that gap would vanish completely, and she would be instantly eliminated by Xu Xun, an artifact crafter.

Yanan Town was over a dozen kilometers in a straight line from Qingquan Villa, far beyond her range of capability. Yet, observed with the naked eye, the fog over there was intensely thick, as if shrouded by an invisible pair of hands.

The psychological defenses of every soldier had collapsed; no one was thinking about attacking that purple radiance anymore. At that moment, their sole thought was to flee—to run as far away as possible.

However, after spending so much time in the cultivation world with so many participants involved, how could there ever be an airtight secret?

Left-side Xuanfei marveled as a mysterious power seemed to well up naturally within her body, even allowing her to sense the presence of Feng Yang.

What day it was today, she knew better than anyone. Therefore, she washed herself with exceptional care, yet as she bathed, a series of blush-inducing images flashed through her mind.

Upon returning to his office, Zhao Lei immediately issued an arrest warrant, formally detaining Zhou Jie. Following a rigorous investigation and confirmation from all victims, the evidence was conclusive, and Zhou Jie confessed unreservedly to his crimes.

Tens of thousands of people rushed in from all directions upon hearing the news, and then, gathering in a massive crowd, they literally dismantled the house. They searched every single nook and cranny, but failed to find a single coin.

Furious flames burned within the Pope's eyes as he spoke coldly: "Divine Shield!" A white sacred barrier materialized before him just as the blue sword-light slashed heavily against it.

Her mouth kept chattering incessantly, carrying a grating edge. At first, Zhou Tingfang had no inclination to listen whatsoever, but the longer she listened, the more entranced she became.

Why, after all these years, had the spirit stones here remained untouched, with no one ever taking them away?

One could gain a clear and straightforward understanding simply by reading the records of the tales passed down by the first three ancestral patriarchs.

Lu Ban No. 7 cared little about how heroes fared, and whether Zhuge Liang lived or died was none of his concern. Lu Ban No. 7 only wanted Ruan Ziwei to die, ensuring that Ruan Meng would be safe.

Jing Chuchou released Jason, crossed the dance floor, and walked straight up to the man wearing the silver fox mask.

"It's fine, it's fine. Sister Linglong can stay with me; I can send her back tonight. You should hurry to the hospital and don't delay," Ye Ziling said from the side.

Because Ji Anqi had already begun to suspect beforehand that Lan Qianxue's death was connected to him.

Indeed, having spent the entire day with Ye Yuntian, he had left far too many ambiguous traces upon her body.

"Didn't you often teach me that only by driving an opponent to desperation can one create more opportunities?" Ji Jiemo looked toward his father, a faint, ambiguous smile hanging on his handsome face.

"Hey, get your manager out here. Even Lu Tangtang isn't allowed in? I'd like to see just what kind of person qualifies to enter this place," a man muttered, glaring at the attendant.

Ah Jiu's brow arched upon hearing this. Was Zhao Ming's remark an accusation on behalf of Zhao Lü, rebuking her for twice faking her death in front of him?

Mulan thought and yearned, her gaze growing even gentler, shimmering like soft ripples of water.

Mentioning the "Warmth and Chill Hall," Lin Nuannuan felt a familiar ache in her teeth as she recalled Xue Mingrui's "Qing" Residence.

Dan Qingluo did not waste breath on idle chatter, for dealing with that fiend of the yellow sands was the primary task at hand. Summoning the Primordial Spirit Cauldron, Dan Qingluo immediately chanted an incantation and formed hand seals.

What on earth was that Primordial Spirit Cauldron?! Mu Yun voiced the exact same confusion shared by Xishen and Moyun Chen.

Prince De and Prince Xian outwardly raised the banner of rescuing Crown Prince Qin Jianming, but their actual tactic was to use human wave tactics to trap Xiao Yumiao, forbidding her departure so as to provoke her into impulsively executing the Crown Prince. Even if she ultimately refrained from doing so, the relationship between them would be completely and irreconcilably severed.