Volume One, Chapter 97: Kill the Prisoners? Fool, They're All Strong Laborers!

After hanging up the phone, Gu Xixi got out of bed with a smile on her face despite the large dark circles under her eyes, ready to go to work.

Gu Tingshi looked at Chu Liuliu with displeasure. He was also feeling troubled; in Qiao Jingwei’s gaze, he saw nothing but disdain. He could sense how much Qiao Jingwei hated him.

I understand Su Fan’s feelings. As an adopted son of the Su family, he has his own pride. He doesn’t want his achievements to be seen as gifts from Mrs. Su, so he pushes himself hard. I know that the money for his college tuition was all earned through his own part-time jobs.

“You are no match for him,” Ye Zhan said expressionlessly, blowing on his clenched fist.

The driver was so frightened that half his soul seemed to flee. Trembling, he dared not move. The car sped onto the highway and then to the main road, heading straight toward the city center.

Chen Jiran’s brow remained tightly furrowed, but his neck gradually relaxed as he leaned back against the sofa. “Have you eaten dinner?” Gu Xixi asked softly.

Kong Baimo smiled slightly, as if he hadn’t just tried to make Shandong cuisine the star dish.

She refused to believe Gu Tingshi would remain unmoved. Raising her head, she tried to press her lips to his, but he stopped her.

“Sister Anyan has the costumes. I can handle post-production. You four record, and Uncle Su will do the voiceover—perfect,” Yang Qiong quickly arranged everyone’s roles.

Bai Xue opened her mouth several times before finally asking a question. As soon as the words left her lips, he wished he could slap himself twice.

The bulky rat-like man was riddled with bullet holes, flesh torn and blood streaming from dozens of wounds. He was dead beyond doubt.

In the previous game, the Knicks’ perimeter players had performed excellently. Richard Jefferson and Kittles’ drives and mid-range shots caused the Knicks’ defense endless trouble. Today, once again, their efforts made the Knicks’ shooting percentage above fifty-five percent futile.

At that moment, countless figures under the night sky sensed the scent of blood and swarmed toward Su Cheng and Shōkyō Eri.

According to his deduction, the bandaged man must also be Koji Tezuka’s accomplice, possessing a strange ability that causes hallucinations.

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Suddenly, a light drumbeat echoed through the music. The graceful figure seemed distant and ethereal. Though the sun blazed fiercely, the drum’s sound was cool and serene. Yangchun saw a man in white holding a ghost drum, standing ghostlike behind the three-chord boat’s prow.

After dinner, Lin Yu called Han Qingyue to rest in his room for the night. Lin’s mother informed Lin Aoyi of this. The couple pondered for a long time, fearing the two children might be unable to resist their desires, so they went to check on Lin Yu’s room.

The young gentleman in cyan glanced at Tang Yuan, then shifted his gaze to Lin Yu. His expression changed immediately, his smile frozen.

It seemed now that Zhongli wanted to destroy the Creation Sword Map. It required no effort—just drawing out the Flaming Qilin Sword and striking down would suffice.

That was a brief eulogy. Albert recounted how King Tylor steadied his nation from the ashes of New Grand, granting them titles. He warned them not to repeat the king’s mistakes and advised them not to forget the true gods amid wealth and comfort.

Hua Xiangrong also stepped forward to congratulate, punching Lin Qingxuan hard on the shoulder, speechless at this submissive younger brother.

“Rat-a-tat-tat...” Gunfire continued. Nearby trees shook from the bullets, leaves gently drifting with the wind.

Ran Deng’s words were indeed excessive. Whatever his intentions, they belittled the might of the Heavenly Realm and the realm of immortals, naturally enraging the two holy mothers.

“Ugh!” Ming Fan was pulled toward his wound. Some blood had stuck to his clothes uncleaned. Gritting his teeth, he restrained himself from screaming. His eyes locked on Wang Fei like two sharp blades, ready to slash at him fiercely.

Lan Xuan looked at the three-part sword technique in his hand with complex emotions. It was because of this sword manual that his family was annihilated by the Shen clan.

“Dare to shoot and see what happens,” Wang Tianfeng stepped close to Ming Fan, daring to stand beneath the barrel of his gun. His sharp gaze was terrifying.

It felt almost believable. Cao Liangjin thought so, then walked to the table and sat opposite Fang Jingrui.

When Green Branch woke, her eyelids twitched uncontrollably. She asked the maid in her room, who said Li Sheng had gotten up early and left.

Lin Yumeng knew how brutal the battle was, and so did everyone else. This fight was do or die. The Tianwu Continent had reached its end, no longer capable of planning a new strategy. If they failed, they would be enslaved for generations, caged and fattened like livestock.

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Everyone heard this and warmly invited her, but Old Madam Ye was resolute and refused, so the matter was dropped.

Of course, conserving one's strength and not revealing true power before others was most important.

After Zhenrong woke, Mu Lengfeng dismounted first, then reached out his right hand to help her down. But Zhenrong boldly jumped off the carriage, not caring about appearances.

Yan Chen looked at Moragus with inexplicable anger rising in his heart. His hand seemed uncontrollable, waving toward the distance. The wind element obediently gathered in his palm.

She handed a pill to Beifeng Yang, who nodded, took the Three Flowers Five Leaves Pill, and tossed it into his mouth.

Master Huang had followed him for many years; how could he not understand his lord’s meaning? This was a call to gather intelligence—understood.

Previously at the flower viewing banquet, she had seen the Third Prince Mo Junlan personally defend Bai Ying’er, which made her a bit jealous. Now she naturally wouldn’t allow him to get close to Bai Ying’er.

“Zeyan, I never thought you would do something so despicable. How can I stand idly by? What did Song Tian do wrong? How could you treat her like that?” Ning Qi’s face was filled with anger.

“You’re right, but this matter has escalated to the point that it affects your peace of mind during pregnancy. I must resolve it,” Ning Qi said with concern.

Jin Yan expressed her wish to meet with the former Seventh Princess consort privately, not wanting anyone to disturb them. The prison head said nothing and helped arrange it.

Yes, the amount was small. The wet nurse ate it and would only feel a bit sleepier. Brother Liang ate the most—after all, his milk was his own.