Thirty-two thirty-two

“Junior Brother Bu, accompany them to find another entrance. I’m counting on you, Junior Brother Lin.” Before Bu Huarong could speak, Zhong Haonan had already made the decision for him. Bu Huarong opened his mouth but ultimately nodded and walked over to Lin Yuansi’s side.

Upstairs, after a series of examinations, Situ Susu confirmed one thing: Roy was fine, his body in perfect health.

Closing the file, Director Sun fixed his gaze on the field, eager to see Kong Zhendong’s performance on the official indoor billiard table.

After devouring two minutes’ worth of meat skewers, he wiped his mouth and headed into the restroom, where he changed clothes and slipped out stealthily.

Roy chuckled softly, waving his hand as a stream of brilliant light surged forth, transforming into a chilling aura that spread from his mountain peak toward Zhao Qingcang.

Gan Bida weakly supported his forehead; this time, his friend had truly posed a difficult problem. Involving the revolutionaries invariably drew the keen attention of the French authorities.

Luo Yumei looked at her son and husband with puzzled eyes, then sat down and picked up the newspaper from the coffee table.

Jiang Han asked curiously, though based on Old Hu’s expression and the clothing on the corpse, he had already formed some judgments.

Not far from the Qingxuan Tower, Shentu Zan carried his cleaver and held a jug of wine, gulping down a mouthful as he watched Changsun Hong being expelled by the twenty-first level’s formation, a faint grin creeping across his face.

These were the foul energies that Lady Huangquan had absorbed and accumulated over the years within the Netherworld Spirit Realm. Now, she infused them all into the bodies of the three Ghost Kings, accelerating their transformation into terrifying monsters. Then, with a wide-open mouth, the Ghost Kings’ dim spiritual essences and protective talismans flew out, falling into her belly.

He didn’t argue with her; during this time, he had sensed it too and had been trying to hold on.

Now, Zheng Changdong no longer intended to keep Lu Lian, planning to hypnotize him once more, pushing him to suicide, and then support Lu Mengfei to ascend to the position of CEO of the Lu Corporation.

Though poppy husks don’t have significant physical effects, they cause addiction. Knowing this, Tian Tian would no longer allow Gu Lei to enter for meals.

“Liu Yi, you understand, they are people of status just like you. In terms of position, they do not fear you!” Luo Jiani casually tossed a burly man downstairs, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder as she replied to Liu Yi.

This was a mutually beneficial arrangement; the man could train according to the preferences of court officials, and since Ping Alley was rather obscure, most people remained unaware.

He Chu no longer harbored the pride he had moments before. Only one thought lingered incessantly: he was finished, truly finished, and the He family was utterly doomed.

He could already picture Qiao Shan receiving this surprise and eagerly throwing herself into his arms.

Opening one of the light spots, Liu Yi discovered that the gravity source was about ten thousand light-years from Cangqiong Star. Judging by the gravitational intensity, it was a neutron star. From the gravitational data, he even calculated its mass, rotation speed, and radius.

Yun Chi glanced at him, noticing that despite having formally pledged allegiance to the main peak, he had not stayed there to cultivate but had followed Yun Chi on his errands. His obedient demeanor put Yun Chi’s mind at ease.

He was baffled but quickly sent someone to investigate what had happened to the Lu family back then.

Of course, the Grandmaster of Taiqing was unaware that Luo Hou’s lingering soul had two parts: one in the light, the other in darkness.

At this moment, Lu Tingshen’s face grew increasingly sullen, his uncontrollable fury causing his fists to clench tightly as his gaze swept toward Shen Enxing.

Zhuge Jieyan neither expressed opinion nor refusal, silently sitting on the bed to rest, saying nothing.

Chu Qian glanced at the increasingly intoxicated Baili Qiuyu and shook his head, thinking that his master uncle had a low tolerance for alcohol; after just a few sips of beer, he was already drunk.

Meanwhile, the other three displayed their skills, launching a joint assault on Beiling Zhenren.

Xuan Nankui glared at Nan Haoran beside him, a surge of anger rising in his chest. While he could understand Nan Haoran’s special attachment to the bracelet, it was unforgivable that Nan Haoran, who knew the truth, simply watched him wear it without telling him.

Two more winners would emerge from the upcoming matches, plus the one called Diao Pengyun who had drawn a bye yesterday.

Unexpectedly, Gu Qingcheng chose to resolve the issue in this “peaceful” manner.

This delicacy was intriguing; just the name ‘boiled cake’ made one think of a bread-like staple, but it turned out to be a dessert.

Accompanied by heavy footsteps, Aizen’s eyes seemed to disregard everyone present, ignoring all as he calmly walked on by himself.

Tang Tian and Mr. Y exchanged light, casual words, their tone so relaxed one would think they were old friends chatting idly.

Floating a foot above the ground, Taiyi looked around. The surrounding forest was dense and dark, so thick no daylight penetrated. Occasionally, eerie winds howled, sending chills down the spine.

Over seven days, he gained much insight but found no new understanding of martial techniques, no advancement in cultivation, no improvement in physical conditioning, nor any halt to his worsening injuries.

Li Feng was not foolishly facing Master Jerome head-on but circled around him. The master’s instant-cast spells couldn’t lock onto Li Feng’s movements. The moon blades continued to fly outward; if others hadn’t retreated far at the battle’s start, the errant blades might have caused countless unintended injuries.

During the day, Xing Wuji clearly saw the thatch on both sides of his body grow taller, while the path ahead seemed to sink, gradually lowering.

Sousuke smiled watching Jiraiya in the arena; a sharp gleam flickered beneath his glasses as he whispered softly.

Entering Dika, Tang Tian saw Song Yan and other juniors sitting in a corner of the bar, quietly drinking, some sighing deeply.

Li Feng nodded blankly, not understanding why the other suddenly asked. His gaze never left the dazzling array of magical items and advanced magic crystals.

At the end, Xing Tiankuang, this stalwart man, had tears streaming down his eyes in great drops.

Then a heavy blow struck, breaking through Luo Tianhua’s water dragon shield. Fortunately, his health had fully recovered during the shield’s duration, so this did not kill him but inflicted over three million points of massive damage.

Satisfied, Dai Xin withdrew her hands after the “abuse,” placing them gently on the elf’s forehead as her eyes slowly closed.

Jiang Lan sneered. As the alliance’s number one most wanted criminal, she carried nothing, traveling barefaced without the slightest worry.