Chapter 32

Thinking of this, Captain Yu had no choice but to pretend he knew nothing. He greeted her and took the opportunity to gesture toward Forensic Doctor Liu beside him.

As I looked up at him, I caught a glimpse of Bo Lichen slowly rising to his feet behind me. He wiped the corner of his mouth, and a sudden smile curled his lips.

Only two days ago, Song Qingtian was lamenting her lack of a "golden finger," yet such good news had arrived just like that.

Mo Jingxuan knew he could not stop her; waiting idly was simply impossible for her. However, he understood that the injustice regarding Elder Xiao's plight filled her with righteous indignation, and only by personally going to the Prince Ning’s residence could she find peace of mind.

She was incensed. Bai Heming had actually abandoned the safe path across the river. In her current condition, if she were dragged across the river by this reckless fool, would she not meet her end right there on the spot?

Their clothes were disheveled, mottled hickeys marked their necks, and they ran toward her in a hurry, their faces still wearing the lingering, intense expressions of post-coital ecstasy.

Perhaps the power of martial patterns is simply energy refined from yin spirits—a form of energy that humans can utilize.

The expression of the Taixuan hermit shifted. Swirling yellow sand gathered around him, condensing into five sand shields before him in an instant, and he actually charged straight ahead, smashing into them.

The surrounding crowd also realized what was happening, recalling Li Ning’s earlier claim that he had retrieved the heart of the Plague Ghost Tribe.

With a soft "eh," Long Fei’s ears twitched slightly, as if he had caught the sound of someone closing a door. With a "whoosh," Long Fei flipped over and lunged toward the entrance. Seeing such agility, Lin Chenglong thought to himself that this man looked nothing like a patient confined to an intensive care unit.

Lu Huai was not intoxicated by the brandy; on the contrary, his vigilance remained razor-sharp. As a Young Marshal, many sought his life, and danger often arrived when least expected.

Driven to fury, Grand Princess Lifu ordered Nanny Zuo and Nanny Yu to slap Yi Feishi in turns. In the short span of words between Xie Maolai being summoned and Chang Qingping arriving, Yi Feishi’s face had been beaten until it was bloodied—how could he be seen in such a state?

Lin Yi had just found a place to stay at an inn and was preparing to inquire about the whereabouts of Ouye Zi and the others when someone came knocking on his door.

As Emperor Jiacheng finished his medicinal soup, Li Shun took the bowl, a cloud of worry crossing his face as he thought of the Second Prince kneeling outside.

The scene was rather bizarre, after all, the last person to sit beside the Pharaoh in such a manner was the new Queen.

Even low-ranking officials and newly appointed scholars from all quarters vied for the chance, yet none could obtain it.

As a third cousin, Chen Shen also attended the wedding, but at the time, Lu Baoling was so consumed by jealousy that she did not even notice the bride's guests sitting at the adjacent table.

The remaining three—Zheng, He, and Kang—refused to leave. After all, the Governor’s mansion provided meals, and since their families were wealthy and generous with their tips, their portions were even more lavish than the standard fare.

Most of the students, including those Lin Yi had brought from the Blazing Fire Academy, stood in silence for a brief moment before simultaneously offering a salute.

Still, one had to marvel at the sheer strength of Lao G; to cultivate a single form of physical technique to such a degree truly required immense perseverance and time.

Grandma Li walked over with trembling steps, her hands shaking with rage; Jiang Yang’s mother held her arm to keep her from falling.

The seductive man flew into a rage, raising his hand to condense a force of wind into a sharp blade, which sliced across Yang Feng’s throat in the blink of an eye.

The critical issue was that Ling Qing’s grandson, Ling Ruotian, actually dared to help that wretched girl cover her tracks. Once he returned, he would certainly report him to the Elder Hall and ensure Ling Ruotian received the punishment he deserved.

Upon hearing this, Lu Bu silently bowed to Ding Yuan before turning and exiting Ding Yuan’s main tent.

She completely tore away her facade of composure, her arrogance flaring up—a demeanor even more overbearing than that playboy Gu Silan.

A series of gunshots rang out. Min Deng, a cigar hanging from his mouth again, snatched the Thompson submachine gun from Old Cat’s hands and unleashed a wild, relentless barrage of fire directly at Russ’s face.

Now, if he were to clash with Wang Zongmu and Tan Zhenming first, and if, by some "accident," the ignorant bystander Jian Zuoliang were to die beneath the chaotic blade aura, it would only be his own misfortune.

Meanwhile, Zhang Hao watched Xian Ling. Seeing her gradually fusing with the Immortal Root, he estimated it wouldn't take much longer for the process to be complete.

"Didn't you want me to contribute my harem just a moment ago? Why the change of heart now?" Jiang Feng rolled his eyes, took a drag of his cigarette, and exhaled.

Although these places existed in reality, they had vanished into thin air on maps and registries, making them impossible to investigate.

Ah Zhen felt uneasy about Gu Qingcheng, but at Gu Qingcheng’s insistence, she returned to her room.

Seeing that Shui Xinhu had shaken off the masked man, she suddenly realized the path ahead was a cliff.

"I heard Qingjun is making new clothes again. Could it be that Chen Mo asked her to do it?" Yun Yun asked.

As the saying goes, "Accumulated drops of water eventually form a vast ocean." After a month of breaking the restrictions, Ye Feng finally opened his eyes slowly. The barriers within a ten-meter radius in front of him had been completely frozen—a result Ye Feng achieved through sheer persistence and effort.

Take the Black Sand Sect, for instance; that sect of cultivators was only established a few years ago. It was because a cultivator who had just formed his Spirit Core sounded a call, and countless low-level cultivators gathered under his banner, thus the Black Sand Sect was founded.