Volume One, Chapter 43: No Escape from the Long Arm of the Law

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"I saw you when you came out to buy things that day, and your beauty captivated me," Black Wind said.
"If you two don't leave, our cooperation ends right here!" Mo Beihan and Beimang said simultaneously.
"I never thought this piece of wood would actually find someone worth caring about. Perhaps fate is still somewhat merciful to him after all!" Mo Beixuan watched the two figures in the distance.
Following the head teacher all the way to the administration building, he refused to answer any questions, merely telling me to follow him and that I would find out soon enough.
To think there is a technique so similar to my Heavenly Eye Fluidic Arts—what on earth is the origin of the Jiuli tribe?! Father surely must know something about this.
"What! What use are the three of you to me?" Nan Cang kicked out habitually.
His gaze shifted toward Xuan Jinling, whose body was intertwined with surging spiritual energy, an aura of slaughter soaring into the sky, faintly converging into a human figure behind him.
Liu Fan thought about it and realized that indeed, if Dong Zhuo's power grew stronger and larger, it could help share some of the pressure from the imperial court for him. Moreover, history might repeat itself: after Emperor Ling of Han died, He Jin would most likely summon Dong Zhuo to the capital once again to purge the Ten Eunuchs. With Dong Zhuo leading the Bingzhou army into the capital, that would be the absolute best opportunity for chaos to erupt across the realm.
Lin Peng watched the slowly sinking sun, suddenly reaching out to pull a black necklace from inside his clothes and holding it up before his eyes.
With a single thought, the events taking place within the ancestral hall were transformed into a stream of information and transmitted directly to Xuan Qing.
True to her reputation, that young woman was Li Yingqiong—possessing extraordinary courage. Though terrified, she used all four limbs and managed to climb up the bell tower in an extremely perilous maneuver.
On the other side, the exact moment the Black Flood Dragon's spiritual consciousness was shattered by the remnant jade, the elderly man in black robes, who was far away in the city outskirts engaging in a magical duel with Jiang Kui, suddenly let out a muffled groan.
With these thoughts in mind, he settled Li Yingqiong onto a bed of straw inside the temple hall, placing the Purple Evil Sword beside her.
The patriarch of the Lightning Clan had already calculated it: activating the grand array would take two seconds, while that person would enter after five seconds. At the same time, his eyes would need one second to adjust to the light. By the time his vision adjusted, the grand array would already be fully activated, sealing his certain death. Therefore, having the others initiate the Saint-Slaying Grand Array after four seconds posed no problem at all.
Disregarding Ding Li's attacks, the demonic youth violently stretched his body, opened his serpentine maw, and lunged fiercely toward Ding Man, hoping to halt Ding Man's continuous suppression of firepower so that his own side's reinforcements could be deployed.
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Yet, thinking about Hermione's current age—she was only twelve—it was hardly surprising that someone of this age might find their worldview easily shaken.
Looking across the space, one's vision met with no obstructions whatsoever. Not even dust could be seen on the bare floorboards.
"Well, judging by the current situation, all we can do is wait for the police to resolve it..." Conan touched his chin and lowered his voice to say.
"Is that so? But what proof do you have that you truly bear a grudge against the slave merchants?" Windsor frowned.
Yu Qingtao saw two young men step out from the rear seats, their faces brimming with youthful innocence—clearly fresh graduates.
"Your initial meaning? That implies you have some other meaning in mind now," Li Mu said seemingly casually.
Taking a sip of tea, Xu Changzai ordered all the servants to leave, then took hold of her hand and shed two lines of tears, which washed away some of her heavy face powder and, combined with her fine wrinkles, made her look somewhat comical.
He saw Wang Li casually toss the wooden sword in a certain direction, leaving Sibi's eyes fixed in a stare and his jaw nearly dropping to the floor.
The centurion walked in the vanguard with a lowered posture. He had already seen everything in Guyu's camp: those sleeping lambs waiting for slaughter, and the countless gold and silver awaiting him upon the completion of his merit. His eyes had turned completely bloodshot.
"She... is the Ancient Weapon?" Ignoring Neptune, Simon gazed intently at the terrified Shirahoshi and asked.
Feigning a weak and ambiguous tone, she said, "To be able to serve Your Ladyship as a loyal dog, Lanxi desires nothing more." Her words were dull and brief, utterly lacking her usual eloquence, and she wore a thoroughly distracted expression.
"That works too," Hua Shangxue nodded. She might still need to examine the corpse eventually. If she looked at it before lunch, she feared it would ruin her appetite, so she might as well go after eating her fill.
In every generation of the Mo family, there were always a few individuals suited to become medicine slaves, and Mo Deng was one of them.
As I walked briskly, a massive tower-like figure unceremoniously blocked my path. By the time I realized it and tried to dodge, it was already too late; I crashed straight into the person blocking my way, and both of us tumbled to the ground.
The moment the golden-masked person's voice fell, a stone door in the golden wall rumbled open, and a purple-faced figure walked in.
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Under the cold moonlight, Ye Fan and the others stood quietly, all staring intently at a piece of human skin held in Duan De's hands.
Yet, much like how he looked like a wealthy young scion while possessing exceptional talent, Zhou Yongyang enjoyed acting arrogantly, but that did not mean he was a fool.
"Why go there? Shouldn't we be returning to the capital to continue gathering intelligence?" Han Ren asked.
Once the Sword of Compassion inflicted a wound, regardless of whether the victim sustained a fatal injury or not, they were destined to die.
"Let's go, we'll head over right now." At this moment, Zhang Luo seemed blinded by the thought of money and completely forgot the original purpose of his trip.
Pulling back his gaze, he looked at the delicate doll-like face still holding onto his hand, his clear eyes filled with absolute complexity.
However, subsequent events—the crowd surrounding and pursuing Yun Zimu, coupled with Yun Zimu's bizarre path of leaping from the ground onto the rooftops—still managed to attract the attention of the Spirit King.
In a corner behind Cheng Li, a figure moved like a ghost, lunging straight toward him.
There was not the slightest trace of disheveled weariness on Zhao Xuan. Every movement he made was filled with such casual ease and elegance, as if his trip to the Nie family had merely been a stroll through his own backyard.
Originally, adding an extra table was just a backup plan, so beforehand they hadn't truly expected this seating arrangement would be needed, forcing them to adjust how they dined.
The next day, after Lin Fan made his appearance, the attention of both the Martial God powerhouses and the five presiding Immortal existences all focused entirely upon him.
Without putting down the phone, Xu Ping'an directly found Neil's number and dialed it. Now that the funding was in place, it was time to launch the plan he had formulated. The phone rang for a long time without anyone answering. Feeling quite puzzled, Xu Ping'an thought for a moment before hanging up.
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