Volume One, Chapter 30: The Auto Show (Revised)

Zhang Yang nodded at these words and slowly walked over to the seat next to Bai Yu, sitting down.

For a moment, screams echoed beneath the entire city wall, and Aphrodite covered her mouth and laughed.

Upon hearing the instruction from Wang Mingyuan, the director of the Xiahe County People's Hospital did not object; he quickly gave orders to those around him, preparing to send personnel to follow.

"A Saint-level, at the very least a restriction set by a Saint-level expert!" After spending a full two hours walking around the garden, Xuan Qing reached this conclusion in his mind.

Although Bula thought this to himself, he had already etched the opponent into his memory during the battle just moments ago.

Luo Ya knew that the clues were insufficient for now, but to him, taking it one step at a time was enough.

"General Esdeath, it is time to issue the order!" Bude finally spoke, and his words immediately eased the heavy atmosphere in the conference room, allowing the flighty and eccentric Wave to relax significantly.

Whenever any traitor or infiltrator was discovered, they were usually handled by Bodhi. Naturally, no one who fell into his hands could last more than a day, a fact that Lang Li Lai had heard whispers of as well.

Meanwhile, members of the other families were plunged into deep fear; they knew their own businesses were not exactly clean, and with the Liu family being dismantled so thoroughly, their own prospects looked grim.

"Now, what do you think I can do?" Su Bai asked with a smile, his gun barrel aimed directly at Edward Fals.

Yun Biao told his wives to look after the children well at home, as he, Qing Feng, Hu Ben, and Jiao Hao were going to make a trip into the ancient realm of the Shenlong Valley.

Shen Yi was beaming as he spoke, but as he gazed at her innocent face, Lin Chuliu felt an inexplicable sense of impending doom.

However, if one were to focus solely on researching one thing, such as hand cream, and perfect it to the extreme, one could still carve out a niche in the cosmetics market of the ancient world.

***

The Qiu woman turned to Xi Yan and said, "This pig has been raised for seven or eight months and weighs about 150 or 160 jin; give me what you think is fair."

It was precisely these two steps that caught Xie Beimeng's attention; she rolled her eyes, stepped forward to grab Xie Nanzhi, and pulled her over to Duan Xinyao.

The following day, the elder patriarch of the Lin family chose an auspicious date, summoned all the elders and youths of the clan to the ancestral hall, and announced that Lin Wangshu would succeed him as the new patriarch.

Yun Biao took a strange black brick from his ring and placed it on the ground for everyone to see. The crowd was amazed and gathered around to examine it closely.

Uncle Xin was gradually regaining his ability to think. Seeing Yun Biao reminded him of being locked in a cell and the memory of being executed by the headsman. Slowly, it dawned on him that it was Yun Biao who had saved him and that he was not dead after all.

Xi Feng and Xi Yu also came over with Wu Tian and Liu Tian; the four of them had slept in the same room the night before.

But when Xie Nanzhi returned to Tinglan Courtyard, she did not expect to find Mu Qinghan there once again.

"Husband, won't it be too heavy? Let it go," Liu Shiyu said, seeing Ling Tian hitting with such intensity and fearing that he might go too far and kill someone.

Sun Jingyang watched, somewhat mesmerized. It was truly beautiful here; calling it a paradise on earth was no exaggeration.

Sun Jian's eyes turned red as he gripped his teacup tightly. Li Hu was right; the Guo family was already powerful, and now with the Divine Sword Sect as their backing—and the son, Guo Ming, being the Saint Son of the sect—how could his Sun family possibly afford to provoke them?

Fang Xuanling chuckled and said, "It is not just me who thinks the Crown Prince is not at fault; do the several ministers left behind in Chang'an City not feel the same?"

How could they call this gathering intelligence? They hadn't asked anything or explained anything before turning around and leaving on their own.

The three of them were certainly going to join in on the fun, and given their strength, it was more than enough for them to protect themselves on the Ziwei Continent.

***

Amo was furious, but in order to survive, it had no choice but to compromise—time and time again. Only by gaining freedom would it have a chance to take revenge on her.

The current cultivation test concluded, and seventeen people had successfully condensed their Qi. They were arranged into a separate class, skipping the Qi-condensation stage of instruction.

Previously, there had been no interference, partly because they knew Deputy Minister Zhang was acting in the shadows, thinking that Tong Xuemei would soon be reassigned and it would be a waste of breath to intervene. Another reason was that they had not seen any specific actions from Tong Xuemei.

Just then, hazy mist began to rise all around, as grand and magnificent as the mountain mists, and the sounds of phoenix cries and dragon roars echoed. It couldn't help but make Wu Jiushan frown and stop in his tracks.

She had always disliked Bi He, considering her insincere and calculating, but she never imagined that the girl was actually a pathetic pawn, willingly sacrificing herself for others.

The Celestial Dance was a mandatory dance for the members of the Deva tribe. As a race whose charm was their primary skill, even without cultivation, the Deva could still enchant all things through the Celestial Dance, though it was weaker than when they possessed their powers. This was not a life-or-death struggle, but an arena under the gaze of the masses.

After the two of them brought the injured second uncle back to the hut, the aunt bandaged his wounds while thanking Xiang Li.

"Good!" Nalan Heng's eyes narrowed as he noticed her abnormality. She, who was always so composed, seemed somewhat unnatural.

The mere sight of these few words was enough to make An Ruo's vision pause. "Hunter" sounded like a very dated term, but in this context, it must have been imbued with a new meaning. A hunter—it did not make things easy for Lu Ling at all. Could these be hunters specifically trained to kill vampires?

The Yangyang Group was performing well, and Shen Yang was generous with employee rewards; in addition to the lucky draw, there were also year-end bonuses.

At that very instant, a golden bullet flew past Su Qingge's shoulder like a dragon breaking through the sea, hitting the incoming bullet with pinpoint accuracy. The grinding, piercing sound of the metal collision echoed in everyone's ears.