Volume 1, Chapter 41: A Den of Thieves?

At that moment, a wheelchair suddenly appeared, blocking the path between Wei Jiashu and Xiao Wen.

Now bolstered by spiritual power, Tianyi’s movements not only twisted into eerie angles, but he also left a lingering afterimage in his wake.

Since the truck could not enter the narrow farm road, Yang Zhenyu arranged for a double-cab vehicle from the vermicelli factory to assist with the transport.

After walking only a few dozen yards, they were met head-on by Noble Consort Xia, who was leading the Fourth Prince in lively conversation.

Taozi gazed intently at the man before her, thinking that if he could whisk her away in full view of everyone, he must surely have the strength to lead her out of this Demon Realm.

Such harsh conditions would persist for several years, ultimately ensuring that the Guanzhong region would never regain its former prosperity.

"Oh, whatever," she sighed. Compared to her senior brother, she feared her master’s solitary confinement even more, so she would just have to apologize to her senior later.

Once the condition enters the decompensated stage, symptoms begin to take center stage: fatigue, weight loss, a significant loss of appetite, and stubborn abdominal distension will emerge one after another.

A particle beam fired from a cruiser tore a rift in space with its immense energy, and the Sea Shark’s flagship was the first to enter the wormhole.

Duan Feng also grasped the situation; the young man before him was simply out to vent his anger on behalf of the old gentleman, and paying to avoid disaster was the best solution.

Sure enough, the second everyone stopped moving and fell silent, they all heard the vibration of a mobile phone.

The old man, who rarely ran a fever and was usually in excellent health, had suffered a brief dizzy spell caused by a high fever, which led to his fall.

"It’s fine. Mr. Shen’s friend is very strong; the enemies have all been dealt with. It’s just that Fatty and Lone Wolf are injured. I’ve already directed them to your location; please provide medical assistance, Mr. Shen," Xue Yan replied.

"Sticking to outdated traditions," Mozi said calmly as he watched the massive chain blade fly toward him. He then extended his hand to deploy a high-energy barrier, blocking Xiahou Dun’s attack. Xiahou Dun crashed into the barrier, and a wave of dizziness washed over him; he had been stunned by Mozi’s shield.

Han Zhi quickly pressed her palms together, knelt respectfully on the ground, and kowtowed three times, muttering under her breath as if praying for someone.

Picking up the jade slip, Yi Feng placed it in his mouth and began to chew slowly; before long, the entire slip had been consumed like a biscuit.

Zhang Chen needed Voldemort to move, for he had already decided that he would take Voldemort away from this world.

Pei Qinhu suddenly felt as if the pain had subsided and his chest had returned to normal. Sensing this power, he immediately realized that Ming Shiyin in the palace must be saving him.

Even Chang’an and GAC were only slightly better off. Never mind competing with joint-venture brands; they couldn’t even compete with private domestic manufacturers.

In the evening, Zhang Fan’s Weibo suddenly updated. However, the content wasn’t a classic quote, but a video.

Qian Wan furrowed her brows as she thought about the "Teacher Qin" he mentioned, only then realizing in a daze that he was the original host’s fiancé.

"I must say, I really can’t wait to see what kind of demonic beast’s soul bone could possess such formidable power." After suffering an attack, though not severely injured, Lu Zhiqiang had lost all his dignity, yet that was not what concerned him now.

At that moment, Jiang Yushu, having waited a long time for the medicinal decoction, hurried over. Upon catching sight of Pan Kui, her heart sank, and she thought to herself, "Oh no, in my memory, this Magistrate Pan is a centurion of the Heqin Garrison; he must be here under orders to receive the new recruits of exiles."

"You!" Bai Jingfeng gritted his teeth in fury. If his life were not currently in Chu Haoran’s hands, he would have ordered his execution immediately. It was the first time in many years that he had been forced to talk while being suppressed by someone else.

"Accompany Lady Guo into the palace tomorrow. If she shows any signs of acting out, do not spare her," Xie Zhi said, her voice gentle despite the murderous intent. She scoffed at herself, thinking there was likely no one in the world more hypocritical than she was.

Ding Yuan’s face turned crimson. Facing the delicate young woman, he was at a loss for what to do, stammering, "Miss, I... actually, I..." He gripped his sword hilt, stumbling over his words.

Earlier, her mistress had sent word that she would come by this afternoon and told him to wait here; for that reason, he had arrived early to keep watch.

Violent explosions echoed continuously through the sky, reverberating in this eerie world. A massive hand slowly emerged from the deep, dark vortex of clouds, stretching further and further as a series of harrowing roars continued without end.

Xie Hao asked thoughtfully, "The treasure land you spoke of—is it a mine?" Only mineral deposits could be mined indefinitely while remaining impossible to carry away.

"I feel the same," Qin Hong said sincerely. To have A-Wan as his wife was a blessing earned through the merits of many lifetimes. He held his wife quietly, and the faint fragrance on Xie Zhi’s body successfully soothed his recent restless mood. He wasn’t worried about official duties; he only feared that his wife would drift away from him and leave him behind.

At the same time, Sun Erniang’s necromantic darts danced through the sky. Even as powerful as the bronze skeletons were, they fell unscathed under the fatal properties of the [Ghost Kiss Triple Darts], their soul-fires having long since been absorbed by the projectiles.

Liu Yuan and Bai Yi were also muttering to themselves at home, "It really is one yuan short. Where could it have gone?" Writing poetry and lyrics was their forte, but they seemed less adept at these convoluted math problems.

"Very well." The captain raised the longbow in his hand. Instead of using the arrows from his quiver, he solemnly withdrew a glowing red arrow from his storage space, nocked it, and aimed at a Fallen Shaman.

However, he also knew that given Beowulf’s personality, he likely wouldn’t refuse Grande’s challenge, as it concerned the dignity of a legendary powerhouse.

With no further worries, Lin Yi began to concentrate on his cultivation. After entering the Fire-Bathing Space, he made an astonishing discovery: the raw high-grade spirit stones he hadn't attended to for a long time had undergone significant changes and showed faint signs of maturation. If successful, this would save him a great deal of trouble in the future.

"Baron Hurd’s private fortune is truly more than substantial." He picked up a gold brick and weighed it; it was about 50 pounds, feeling heavy in his palm.

They were all from the same university in H City, including teachers, students, and even the dormitory manager. Although it was August and the school was on summer break, some had already arrived on campus.

In her previous life, she had died without awareness, lying on a hospital bed with no one to hold her back. In this life, she was surprisingly terrified of dying just like that.