Volume 1, Chapter 23: Are You Being Polite?

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Because of their interactions in his previous life, Chen Chuliang still had a good understanding of Zhao Guangting and Shen Yun’s temperaments.

Swordling Crimson Tiger raised its bone halberd and slashed at Hua Mulan. At the same time, an enormous phantom of Swordling Crimson Tiger appeared behind it and charged toward Hua Mulan as well.

Because Zhang Chen had been unable to find a spiritual spring suitable for brewing wine in the Immortal Sword Realm, he had no choice but to use Returning-Origin Liquid to brew spirit wine.

Seeing that the formation had been destroyed, Du Bu Cheng withdrew the Remnant Radiance Sword and held it in his hand. When he looked again, the ghost child had already vanished into the darkness, so he paid it no mind. His eyes continued searching, however, for the person who had just rescued the demonic mosquito ghost child.

“Second Uncle, Third Uncle, I never thought you two would come as well. This is wonderful!” Wang Feichen shouted excitedly when two middle-aged men suddenly appeared beside him.

He called all three of them along and took them to the conference room of Youwei Technology’s data-monitoring center for a meeting.

Zhen Qian suddenly found Fujiwara Shuangxiong rather repulsive. That man simply did not regard people as human beings. He had not even attempted to treat the seriously wounded. Once they breathed their last, he had them carried to the fire and burned, without a trace of compassion in his eyes.

A crystal-clear sky, a gray eagle rising with the long wind, an endless grassland... and the pearl embedded at the heart of that vast prairie.

Kuki Yoshitaka’s actions completely robbed the surrounding pirates of the courage to continue fighting. Yet even more pirates still had no idea what had happened and anxiously awaited Kuki Yoshitaka’s latest orders.

Pang Feiman, on the other hand, had lived for nearly two hundred years. He had tasted every worldly conflict and every form of deceit and treachery, and had long since forgotten such pure emotions. That was why he was so suspicious now.

A trace of hesitation flashed across Lin Qingying’s face. In the end, she could only shake her head helplessly and sigh. With a distant point of her finger, Lei Chen, who had been lying on the ground, floated into the air.

At that moment, they no longer cared what those women had done in the past. All they feared was that they might offend the Wind Demon or the God of War, who could kill them in a fit of displeasure.

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At last, near midnight, the burial was complete. Looking at the people around him, Tao Junluo still stood there, holding the Great Thunder God and keeping watch over him.

“You’re one of Gao Qing’s people?” Qin Zhijian carefully studied the other man’s expression, hoping to discover even the slightest hint of information in his eyes. If the man truly had been sent by that person named Gao Qing, then neither he nor Luo Tianjiao would be leaving this place tonight.

Looking at the countless corpses around him, their bodies corroded by poisonous gas, he could not help feeling grief and indignation. Yet there was nothing he could do. He was simply no match for that iron lump of a man; almost immediately after they exchanged blows, he had been trampled beneath the man’s foot.

Mu Ziyun sat quietly to one side, taking in the entire scene. A faint smile played at the corners of her lips, while a gleam passed through her eyes.

“Director Fan...” Wang Xuan scratched his head in confusion, though he was still filled with delight and anticipation. The resentment in his heart rose instinctively; he only hoped that the higher-ups would give him another chance to remain on the special police force.

Therefore, Lei Chen could not be allowed to come to any harm, no matter what. Long Qianxing immediately ordered Shen Lan to lead a team to Night Charm Bar. He then summoned Long Dingguo to go with him, which led to what had just happened. As it turned out, his guess had been correct.

“Thank you.” The two men bowed deeply to Li Jing in unison, expressing their gratitude for saving their lives.

“I only found out recently from television. Don’t make me sound like some shameless bootlicker, all right?” Nangong Feng said aggrievedly. He had merely mentioned it in passing; it was not as though he were an automatic navigation system that knew everything.

Jiang Hanle took advantage of the moment and pulled her into his arms. Listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart, Bai Tong felt inexplicably reassured.

“I didn’t want to disturb you either. Can’t you see that Nisi needs comforting?” Rui said with an ill-intentioned grin.

That was the only way. Otherwise, exposing the existence of magic would bring countless troubles. Besides, no one else could cultivate magical power.

The cut was not deep, yet the blood stained the piece of chicken on the chopping board red. A strange pang of anxiety seized her. This habit was truly bad. She was afraid that even after leaving the Nangong family a year later, she would continue to maintain it. So, even if it hurt like this wound, she had to abandon certain things—such as love.

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“Hello, junior. This rain won’t be stopping anytime soon. Let me take you home.” Wang Xingkai smiled.

“Impudent! How dare you behave so insolently in the Sword Hall?” Elder Xu slammed his palm on the table and shouted furiously at Meng Xingchen. He was clearly in league with Chi Yi, acting as his accomplice in their villainy.

In an instant, Lan Zeng clutched his stomach. His abdomen felt as though it were being twisted apart, and his face turned pale as beads of sweat rolled down one after another.

His two consecutive pull-up three-pointers were the key to the Bulldogs opening up the lead. The crucial factor behind Hayward’s resurgence, however, was Yi Yang.

He examined himself once more. His body was completely unharmed, and the excruciating pain caused by Dong Gong Yeno’s attack had vanished without a trace.

“Heh heh, this treasure is rather interesting. Do you know what it is called? Or perhaps what you call objects of this kind?” Xu Yang asked. It was a cylindrical object with delicate carvings on the outside, extraordinarily exquisite.

This hurricane actually sent every dragon in the sky reeling, tossing them uncontrollably from side to side.

In the past, people used to say that a team could not win a game solely through shooting. But the Warriors’ astonishing record of thirty-seven wins and eight losses had turned that saying into history.

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