Chapter Thirty

"Gyarados, use Twister." As the tornadoes whipped up all around, the Zubat that had been waiting for an opening could no longer even maintain its balance.

This sensation made Qin Tian feel better than ever—so good that his eyes began to glow with a greenish tint. His mouth hung agape, looking just like a fish pulled from the water, gasping for breath.

"What? You want to go to Pirate’s Paradise? Why on earth would you go there?" Ran Long was horrified the moment he heard this. Pirate’s Paradise was the lair of pirates; it was nothing but pirates.

Even though Wang Xuan had gathered all these forging materials, setting aside the question of whether he could actually forge the item, who would help him do it? Moreover, he was currently undergoing his tribulation; it was unclear whether these items could withstand the lightning strikes. Wang Xuan couldn't help but smile bitterly—this was a mix of joy and sorrow.

"Damn it! What on earth is going on?" Ryan gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulging as he struggled with all his might.

"What are you doing standing outside? I spent a fortune today booking us a private room!" Yalundal waved at Ye Xiuxiya from inside the restaurant.

Looking at his fifth uncle, who kept projecting an aura of mockery, and the surrounding members of the Shui family whose shoulders shook as they struggled to hold back their laughter, Qin Tian’s expression darkened, and he thought viciously to himself.

"Then will you tell me?" Chen Xi continued to ask. However, judging from Donald’s psychological state, he was basically certain that the other party would confess. Ever since he learned how to distinguish various emotional reactions, he had never been deceived.

It sounded... quite reasonable, actually. But Jiang Zhou, why did his head lean closer to her with every sentence he spoke?

For several days, he had been using the Immortal Soul Technique to regulate the bodies of Fu and the demon, and naturally, he had noticed a few clues.

The monk sacrificed himself to summon a manifestation of a true Buddha from the Buddhist realm for victory! The sorcerer, in a rage, entered a frenzy with peerless combat power!! A faint, eerie atmosphere infected the hearts of all the cultivators!! Yet, not a single person noticed it.

Mu Fangjin rested his elbows on the chair’s armrests and gently stroked his chin with his fingers: Was there even any room for him to speak here? Wasn't this clearly meant for the person in the seat of honor?

She could barely bring herself to think about the future. Yi Beichen’s slap today had truly chilled her heart. Yet, his words just now made her heart ache uncontrollably. Once she remained in his estate, how would she face him in her role as the lady of the house?

Who exactly wanted to harm Mu Fangjin? Logically speaking... it should be the people on the Second Prince’s side? But there should have been guards by the alchemy furnace... It seems the intruder had some skills after all.

Upon hearing this, Long Meng and Yue Chong’s group of four seemed to see a sea of blood and mountains of corpses piling up on the land of the Xianyu Empire.

After handling matters here, Liu Rumei returned to her room to rest, but to her surprise, as soon as she pushed the door open, she heard the sound of splashing water.

Xinyi looked at him with some embarrassment and offered a few apologetic smiles. "Young Master Yong, actually I still have some things to do..." As she said this, she lacked any real conviction.

But in truth, Xiya had not changed; it was she who had changed. She used to be filled with passion at the thought of sacrificing herself for her ideals alongside Fangfang again, but the further she walked, the more she found herself unable to move forward.

Song and Huan had established their own school of thought, newly promoted to the same rank as the "Four Masters of Northern Song" as the "Two Masters of Great Zheng." Their status had suddenly jumped from "local models" to "legends of the millennium," and naturally, the status of those coming to visit them rose accordingly.

Shi Ye handed her a glass of water. When she took it, he didn't let go, instead frowning as he examined her. Su Yi looked up to meet his gaze, feeling inexplicably guilty.

Samuel was certainly aware of this, so this was effectively him stating his position. If he were to formally intervene, it might lead to a reduced sentence, perhaps a suspended one, or most likely, an acquittal.

Seeing Li Wei and Sun Zhengfei chatting and laughing, Sui Mengzhu felt the most depressed, secretly regretting why she hadn't firmly followed Zhang Jialiang sooner; had she done so, perhaps she too would have had a brighter future.

King Chen let out a miserable shriek, feeling as if his arm were about to be twisted off, his shouting cut short instantly.

She pondered for a moment and stood still; the door to the patient’s room happened to shield her body. She couldn't see what was happening inside, but she could hear the conversation.

With a flick of her finger, the silver needles stored in her spatial ring appeared one by one as her palm swept past.

Regardless of whether Li Guang-en won in the end, or the Crown Prince, or if someone else ascended to power, he, as a confidant of Emperor Yuancheng, would certainly not be spared.

The bicycle had already been successfully prototyped, so that could be set aside for now. There were still many practical, human-powered vehicles waiting to be restored: such as tricycles, wheelchairs, scooters... and the rickshaws that were popular before the liberation.

This was Wu Dawei’s first touch of the ball in this game, a scene that immediately sent the Cleveland fans on the sidelines into a frenzy of cheers.

"Leave." Sheng Congsu was exceptionally cold, even pulling Song Ruwo up from the ground with a brute force that suggested he was about to throw her out.

If he sold them all at his set price—one low-grade spirit stone per pill—that meant he would earn several dozen more low-grade spirit stones just by relying on this talent.

And these people, capable of possessing the supreme cultivation of the God Transformation Realm, had naturally visited this Qiankun Xumi Array countless times and were extremely familiar with this grand formation.

"What is so important that you couldn't tell me directly and had to report it straight to the old man?" Dongfang Zheng asked with some dissatisfaction.

Lanmei puffed out her cheeks in anger, found a fly swatter from the windowsill, and tiptoed over. "Swish, swish," she missed twice, only managing to knock off a few leaves.

"Fine, I’m rolling." Li Kuafu put the pack of cigarettes into his pocket, then truly stood up and walked toward the office door.

And as for Song Ruwo’s departure this time, she hadn't even said goodbye to them. She seemed to view everything with indifference now; the warmth and coldness of human relationships, hatred and resentment, all felt like things of the past to her.

She was already so weak, yet she still forced herself to apologize to him. Who could know what kind of holy, inviolable, and unreachable status "he" held within the depths of "her" heart?