Volume 1, Chapter 39: The Vanished Woman (18)

Zeng Tong looked at Chen Hua with a fake, predatory smile. It was clear that Chen Hua’s explanation did not satisfy him. "If that is how you put it, Magistrate Chen, then I have nothing more to say. You have brought such great trouble upon our Ministry of Justice that I shall personally impeach you before His Majesty."

After resting for two minutes, the energetic Young Master Qin resumed picking the Marrow-Cleansing Fruits. There were only three or five of them, but toppling the tree required a significant amount of effort.

The tunnel was a stone staircase leading directly underground. As soon as it was opened, a damp, cold air accompanied by a foul, fishy stench surged upward. Seeing the White Fox descend, I naturally followed with a swagger. Once we had walked down the tunnel, the White Fox triggered some mechanism, and the passage sealed shut behind us.

The Second Prince had risked coming to inform me not only to deepen my hatred for Crown Prince Li Xiao but also to warn me that Jianmen Pass was no longer safe.

Tong Yuchang attempted to regain some face by invoking the name of Tong Qing, forgetting for a moment that he was only at the Profound Qi Realm and had not made a move—though, of course, doing so would have been a tragedy.

"Xia Yunqing, do not let your guard down!" Though he did not know the content of their conversation, the vigilant Temujin still offered a reminder.

Xia Yunqing sighed inwardly; he could not refute Temujin’s point. The terror of the prairie cavalry lay in the fact that their entire population was militarized; every ordinary herdsman was a warrior the moment he mounted a horse.

I paused, then realized that this Ghost Emperor must be the brother of that woman, Wan'er. I did not know how to respond; nodding felt wrong, and shaking my head felt equally inappropriate.

Because the shooter could not be located, the room instantly descended into panic.

Xue'er rode her dilapidated bicycle, traveling home alone. Walking through the hazy twilight, she looked so solitary that it was heart-wrenching.

Before long, another attendant respectfully guided Liang Zhijin and Jiang Nan'er to a secret chamber inside the guild.

In exchange, Chen Bailu could not refuse research, provided it did not endanger her life. The terms even standardized the levels of pain.

The cooperation with the manufacturer for this trade gave her an idea: rather than selling clothes individually, it would be better to open a department store.

As soon as the carriage of the Qin State envoy crossed the border into the Qi State, the Qi border envoy immediately switched carriages and raced back to report the situation.

Mr. Ye noticed that Lin Cheng had followed his rhythm and felt a sense of relief; this disciple was not entirely foolish.

Although Leng Youlan and Xue Xianxian had many questions in their hearts, they did not ask them. Instead, they placed the limp and exhausted Zhao Yuqiangwei in a more comfortable spot.

He then lunged forward to tear at her clothes. Dong Ru had not yet recovered from his words, and having never seen him like this before—looking like a savage beast—she became frightened. With so many burdens weighing on her heart, she had no appetite for such things and instinctively retreated.

Jiang Huiwei was momentarily at a loss for words. She suddenly realized that her uncle would have people closer to him in the future and would be on guard against her.

Although nearly three days had passed for them in the game instance, in reality, only a dozen minutes had elapsed outside.

If the Duchess of Wei had remained well and given birth to a legitimate son, her position would naturally have been unassailable.

Chen Fan could almost guess the root cause of the other party's behavior: he was simply afraid that Chen Fan would refuse to repair his watch as a result.

Others’ stalls were simple: a cloth spread on the ground with items laid out, and business would commence just like that.

I nodded. Professor Chen was right, but even knowing a few things, I remained confused. Now, all I knew was that the other side of that war consisted of monsters with human heads and bird bodies, known as the Ghost Feather Clan.

"This thing is probably not gold!" Old Kai approached, holding an instrument that flashed with a red light.

"Boss Chu, the one who worked with you before was my predecessor. I know you helped us a lot in the past, and you are knowledgeable. Only you can help me with this matter!" The old man spoke deferentially, his eyes filled with desperate pleading.

Thus, the Minotaur is a race born to be warriors; their instinct for battle is rooted in their blood, and their combat techniques and perceptions are incredibly potent.

The three of them agreed to any harsh conditions to get to Z Province, but in their hearts, they thought, surely their cousin wouldn't let them beg for food all the way back, right?

"Do you think that because I haven't been speaking, I am tacitly approving of your reckless behavior?" Su Nan gritted her teeth and said.

"Don't worry. Although I, Xu Qinglian, am technically cheating, I have never really been a wife to Shen San. Being your mistress is enough. You pay hundreds of millions a year to keep me; these are good terms. I won't let anyone else touch me. This body of mine is reserved for you," Xu Qinglian said, looking at Wu Xie with a charming smile.

"Do you think I’m just going to accept my fate? Why would Carter set me up like this? I thought, how could he let it go so easily? It seems I only understand now that I was overthinking it," Jason Kidd said helplessly.

Wu Xie immediately furrowed his brows. Xu Hong’s words were too natural, and she seemed far too accustomed to them. It appeared she hadn't said this line just once while out and about.

"Boss, I’m back. I’ve found out that the old man wants to go to your CQ for hot pot, and then go play in other places. What do you think?" Just as Lin Yi was carefully watching the match, George Hill returned to his side, sat down, and spoke directly.