Volume 1, Chapter 48: Like the Descent of the God of Death

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A terrifying thought suddenly arose in Shen Qingqing’s heart. Before she could ponder it further, Mo Lingcheng’s steady voice sounded again:
“I’m a bit busy right now. I’ll get in touch later.”
Listening to the melodious music on the other end of the phone, Shen Qingqing paused for a long moment before replying absentmindedly, “Okay.”
After hanging up, Shen Qingqing fell into deep thought.
“This... these are people from your hospital who received the call, saying they saw Lan Yun commit the crime, and then my brother’s chest was pierced by Lan Yun’s fruit knife. Isn’t that enough?” For some reason, Sun Mushu spoke reasonably in front of Tang Simian instead of being rude.
After hearing Uncle Lin’s words, Men Shaoting had fewer reservations and began to fully express the feelings he wanted. Before long, Men Shaoting found his own rhythm, and a new sword technique was about to be born under his hands.
No, he would not accept this ending. If the stormy weather blocked his path, it would also block Qin Tiance’s. Under equal circumstances, only by braving the storm and pushing forward could one make up for lost time.
Because it was afternoon, the elite club was empty of guests except for staff; they normally did not admit outsiders.
Lin Yike watched Ye Zhenzhen’s solemn expression, knowing she did not take the matter lightly, which brought her comfort.
For some reason, the words slipped out of Ye Zhenzhen’s mouth, and looking into Ye Lin’s eyes, she felt what he said was true.
“Tasting wine means appreciating its color, aroma, and flavor. Different wines have different methods of tasting. Something as trashy as what you brought isn’t even worthy of touching my lips!” Wang Li said arrogantly.
In matters like this, I won’t compete with him. Let’s see how he deals with the Mysterious Ice Corpse; I trust Men Youping’s reliability.
At that time, he had only been in the monastery for a few years. He had just learned to read and write, so he naturally did not know the Sutra of Deliverance or the Sutra of Haluoa. Thus, he could only take the exam superficially, just for show. Yet in that sutra examination, an obscure outer monk guarding the granary stood out.

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Lin Zhengdao also took out his phone to contact some acquaintances from before, announcing his intention to join a new company. This was essentially his comeback; surely his old subordinates would be eager to assist.
After all, the energy gained from the Burning Pill was not his own strength. No matter how vast or pure, it would eventually turn into a backlash and erode oneself.
Master Gongsun wouldn’t admit it, but this time he truly lost to an old friend. His son, when learning the family’s medical techniques, had never invested so much passion—mostly it was a sense of duty to inherit the Gongsun family’s medical legacy.
“Jianye, chase away those giant needle bees,” Axuan said to his side, and a green figure nimbly leapt out. Since they were in the forest, Axuan had kept Jianye outside the spirit ball these past days.
After speaking, Mo Ning did not wait for Yu Shi and Su Cheng to react, but moved instantly, transforming into a streak of light and charging into the endless thick fog.
The voice was powerful, capable of stirring blood and resonating deeply, inspiring agreement.
The participation of seven top design groups and institutes from Huaguo in the bidding marked a fierce battle.
His right hand propped his chin as he seemingly boredly gazed outside, but his eyes never left the view, only glancing at the car door when someone got in or out.
Many believed Edith disbanded the group out of utter disappointment; Simon thought so too, but he disagreed with the old man’s judgment. The old man said she wasn’t disappointed but bored.
“I once saw Master Yangqing fight you — that wasn’t really him,” Tao Zhenghai pondered. Though he didn’t want to engage a madman in nonsense, since he had accepted payment, he had to do his duty.
Regarding this brother with a name I don’t know a single character of, you say I’m just padding words, which annoys me a bit. VIP chapters are counted by whole coins, all high-level VIPs know this; you can check, the last digits of my VIP chapters are quite large.
Qingwei was momentarily stunned, bitterly smiling. Indeed, even if the Demon God knew, why would he tell her?
“I’ll take you somewhere nice,” Long Youqing said with a rare gentle smile. Suddenly exerting force, he lifted Siyi up to the rooftop.
“All right, all right, I’ll move away then,” Zheng Tao saw the other party getting serious and could only endure, stepping back a few paces.
In the sky appeared figures clad in golden armor. The leader was a powerful figure at the early Formation stage, and those behind him were respected elders. This was the law enforcement team maintaining order in Wucheng, but they had not acted, seemingly waiting for something.

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“Du Yu, you’re here! How have you been these past six months?” His mother suddenly asked him proactively.
After the morning court session, Xuanyuan Rui went straight to the Su Embroidery Courtyard. Yun Xiao lay on the bed, unwilling to look at him or speak.
“Husband, what are you looking at?” At that moment, a gentle voice called from nearby. Badak recognized it immediately—it was the Snake Maiden.
“Wu, Wukong!” The Northern Realm King shouted and ran over, still unable to react properly to the previous situation.
“Your Highness, have you… gotten up?” Zhongli Shuo felt something was wrong. As he tried to get out of bed, he discovered that his outer pants had mysteriously vanished, leaving only his underwear. He was taken aback.
“Ye Ge, what are you doing?” At that moment, Lin Ling jumped out from the side, tapping Ye Ying and asking.
Li Ye disdainfully glanced at Jin Zhizhen. “Escape? Where can you run? Even if you get out, what then? Are you going to avoid this forever? The city is already surrounded by Pyongyang soldiers. Jin, you should come with me to meet the Pyongyang city lord, Xiang Yan. There might still be hope.”
“Long live Teacher Lü!” The classmates shouted, scattering like released wild sheep.
This was what Jin Se had waited for years to see finally realized. She had dreamed of such a scene many times, but waking brought only emptiness. Now, Xuanming was real, and his words were sincere. Jin Se looked at him, unable to speak.
The aura of that Xuanming child was increasing at a terrifying speed, instantly reaching the peak of the Spiritual Sect realm, still climbing steadily.
The battle had reached such a stage that Li Yunlong had used every possible trick, yet every move was countered by enemy commander Sean—something Li Yunlong had never encountered since enlisting.