Volume 1, Chapter 44: A White Dragon Disguised as a Fish

Qin Zheng saw off a helplessly head-scratching Yang Fengqing, only to welcome an excitedly head-scratching He Liu.

Radiant with joy and brimming with high spirits, He Liu asked, "My lord, are we heading to the Xiaoxiang Academy today?"

Disregarding the attendant's obstruction, Qin Shaojie and his two companions marched straight toward Sanks's office.

By morning, once he had figured out Zhao Gang's exact situation, Zheng Haoran issued a bounty announcement and a joint investigation notice.

"Yes, I guarantee I will complete the mission. Please give me a little more time," the effeminate man assured, his attitude exceptionally respectful.

Buyu was momentarily stunned. An exorcism talisman? How could there be such a thing here? Buyu was not afraid of the talisman; it did not mean it could subdue her. Rather, it made her realize that the Li family would never accept her.

"How does she know where the Xuanyuan Sword is?" Qin Shaojie asked in astonishment. This was the question that concerned him the most.

Taking cover in a secluded spot, Tang Cheng led Jierka directly and sneaked in toward the direction guarded by the player sentries.

After all, as the cradle of economic talent in China, Shanghai University of Finance and Economics was naturally the top choice for the wealthy if they chose not to study abroad. After all, this was a century-old prestigious institution often hailed as China's premier business school.

Therefore, my existence is Xie Xin's final amulet. As long as I refuse to cooperate with you, you will inevitably be forced to travel to a barren and decaying plane, and by then, all of you will be buried along with Xie Xin!" Rose said with utter confidence.

Yet just five days ago, he had received a report from Security Bureau Director Zhu Zhi, stating that undercurrents were surging across the Chinese Republic, with numerous remarks concerning the reunification of the North and the South constantly emerging, and even a number of illegal assemblies cropping up once again.

Longkou Prison was a detention facility reserved for high-profile criminals, guarded by a full company of troops, and held mostly death row inmates or hardened criminals.

Chu Tianshu turned around and walked straight out of the General Affairs Section Two's office, leaving behind only Gao Daguan, whose eyes bulged with anger as he gritted his teeth. *Humph, Chu Tianshu, let's see just how much longer you can act so arrogantly.*

However, it should end here. The opponent was not a divine being of the Void Realm, and their own side was not devoid of masters; having achieved this much, they could already be proud.

The situation was far more severe than Chu Tianshu had anticipated, leaving absolutely no room for him to hesitate in his actions.

"That's right. Unless the defenders of Yanbei give up using fire, this is practically a fatal deadlock. Yet if they abandon the fire, the wilderness barbarians can still break open the gates of Yanbei. Thus, no matter how many soldiers Yanbei has, they cannot stop the barbarian army!" Mofeng pointed at Yanbei, a trace of resolute determination flashing in his eyes.

"Haiyan, do not make excuses for me anymore. Let everyone get back to work; it's useless." Zhu Tong sat behind his desk, organizing the personal items in his drawer.

Or... who was Fan Xing's first master? Could it be that Taoism possessed some brilliant and miraculous remedy for drug addiction?

Among these three, only the Iron-Blooded Military Monarch could make Bai Yong feel a hint of wariness, possessing a certain shameless and invincible political strategist's flair. As for the Patriarch Zongheng and the Patriarch Yin-Yang, they truly lived far below their profound cultivation bases.

Zhu Tong suddenly lost all interest in everything around him. If the future was unpredictable, and if this relationship was destined to end in mutual destruction, what meaning was there in persisting?

Following that, Ma Weitao continually inquired about various matters concerning Aoniu Dairy, beating around the bush to pump Qin Xuewu for information, hoping to gain a deeper understanding of her family background so he could cater to her preferences and win her favor.

Wan Qianqian, who had been accompanying her master on the visits all along, also said with extreme anguish, "The suspect is simply too cunning!" Whenever moments like this arose, she couldn't help but question the practical use of the theories taught in school, as they simply couldn't be applied at all.