65 Giving You a Lift

"Why, do you have any questions?" Sili immediately adopted a superior attitude and retorted.

"You have a new reply." A notification popped up on the computer. Li Xin opened the notification and clicked on it, where he saw Yang Fan's reply. His heart was stirred with towering waves.

"Oh, that's right, after the boss left, no one went in and out of that restaurant, right?" Golin asked again over the phone.

He and Ma Buyong could hear the strange buzzing sound without even straining their ears, and they had to squint to avoid the blindingly bright headlights. Recalling their previous experience, they quickly hid on both sides of the underground river, while simultaneously waving the torches in their hands as a signal.

Although strange, she felt relieved when she remembered that Juzi didn't even have a single normal app on her phone—she didn't have things like WeChat or Alipay at all. No wonder he always carried cash with him.

Qin Tian also paid a little attention to Ma Ming. The boy had an exceptionally good physique and possessed a special constitution as well. Qin Tian hoped that in a few years, he could see Ma Ming become one of the top figures in this world, provided, of course, that the other person's morals remained sound.

Besides, hadn't they seen Lord General taking the lead in the charge? Since Lord General was so resolute, what else did these soldiers have to worry about?

Right behind a patch of grass on the riverbank, an old man dressed in a casual long-sleeved shirt was biting on a cigarette, leisurely basking in the sun.

Several days of city lockdown had already driven people to despair. The citizens all felt that there was no need to make such a big fuss over a Dragon Trace. Anyway, with Lord Grand Preceptor and Lord Kahn around, would that Dragon Trace really dare to come again?

It was clearly a case of a dark gate opening right at someone else's doorstep. Although it might not be polite to go up and say sorry, according to her idea, they should just quietly hide and wait for the gate to close after a while so that the two sides would have nothing to do with each other. Did they really have to take someone's life just for taking a glance? What if the one who accidentally wandered in knew nothing and was actually just taking a casual stroll nearby?

Seeing that Ye Wentian had no intention of yielding his position, the other bailiffs grew anxious as well, successively cursing Ye Wentian for overestimating his capabilities and being ungrateful.

"Alright," Xiao Wuji replied. He also wanted to see what method Ruan Wushuang had come up with. He knew his own horse; ordinary people couldn't even get close to it, let alone tame it.

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"So this is what you were after." Ruan Wushuang couldn't help finding it amusing in her heart. She suddenly understood somewhat why Dugu Liancheng wanted to provoke Qu Liufeng. Qu Liufeng diverted attention while they "seized the opportunity to enter." Indeed, that black-hearted fox wasn't called that for nothing.

Believing it to be true, I came to the dining table, temporarily cast aside the chaotic and tangled emotions in my heart, and began to eat.

Looking at An Lan's agonizing and restless state, I was driven by some inexplicable impulse to think of that jade flute.

The Crown Princess suddenly laughed, a scene devoid of guarded posture that fell into the eyes of many, while also dazzling the eyes of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Zhang Jun stood up, shook off the black ink-like outer shell, and felt as if he had been reborn; his body felt much lighter.

Therefore, against this macro background, that perverted serial killer was given the opportunity to strike.

The struggle for the Immortal-Slaying Staff was, to put it bluntly, a struggle for the throne. The mastermind behind the scenes went without saying, and there was no need for further investigation. In fact, Zhou Yonglong and Ye Wentian had both guessed who it was.

Seeing Professor Xie Heng's condition, I was also a bit baffled. If he himself lacked the ability to resist such mental temptation, it would be useless no matter how many times I revived him.

At that moment, the disciple surnamed Liu smiled coldly and said, "Hmph, do you think you can catch me like this? In a dream!" After saying that, his figure turned into a shadow, and in a split second, right under everyone's nose, he completely vanished without a trace.

The Dantian repair was in progress. Yun Chi took an internal look with her spiritual sense and saw that the process would still take a very long time. Why not take advantage of this period to try practicing that ghost cultivation technique?

Qi Xuyao watched the car window slowly rise, cutting off his father's completely expressionless face. A pang of pain struck his heart, but the next moment, it was replaced by a sense of relief.

In fact, knowing full well that there was no longer any smoke in the bedroom, he was still feeling anxious, though he didn't even know what he was anxious about.

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Bai Muya looked around the living room and saw that only the two of them—mother and son—were left, as Xiao Tianwei had already gone upstairs to rest.

She worried that if she sweated and it got wet, her makeup would smear all over her face. Fortunately, it was spring; otherwise, she feared that if Peilan sat in the sedan chair with her face smeared, it would turn into a huge joke.

She raised her head to carefully observe her surroundings—dense shrubbery and a canopy blocking out the sun. She took out a map, spread it on the ground, and began to locate her position.

Did that face shaped like a shoehorn possess such a special ability? When it came to speed, even a wandering ghost couldn't match her?

Looking around stealthily, she immediately saw Qiji leaning his upper body against the pillar behind him, his legs spread apart, cradling a more-than-half-empty jar of wine in his arms. Not far from him were three or four empty jars. He exuded a strong, pungent scent of alcohol and was snoring like rolling thunder!

One of the elders shouted loudly, his primordial Qi growing even denser as he spoke.

The presence of a Nascent Soul realm ancestor startled Qin Hao and the others. Could there still be such obscure supreme masters in this world?! Zhang San, who had been at daggers drawn, was also stunned, standing at a loss while holding his trident.

At that time, Musheng had placed the Confucian mental cultivation methods and some other things that neither he nor his relatives and friends could use into a separate storage ring, intending to resell them. Coincidentally running into Zhu Yuanshan, he simply gave it to him as a gift.

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