Volume 1, Chapter 67: Did You Drink Fake Alcohol?

Hong Jiayu was choked by the remark. Although his secret thoughts had not been completely exposed, he still grew somewhat embarrassed and angry.

Silence fell across the room once more. Instead of flying into a hysterical rage as they had expected, Ziye suddenly let out a strange, eerie smile.

Yan Qingcheng wanted to check Shangguan Haoyan’s pulse. Clearly, when she had first seen him, she sensed that aside from some external injuries, his internal wounds were already nearly healed. Why, then, was he vomiting blood for no apparent reason?

"Auntie, please don't say that. You are only doing this for your son's own good, I understand," Hua Qianxun said, leaning back against the headboard.

A young man? Upon hearing this, Claude immediately leaned closer. "Mr. William, if it's my painting, could it make it into Louis's Gallery?" As everyone knew, Louis's Gallery had not been established long, but it exclusively featured high-quality artwork. To recommend oneself without possessing real talent would simply be asking for humiliation.

When Mu Yuechan ruthlessly severed her adoptive father's head with her own hands, she was only fifteen years old. The head was tossed into the pile of white bones in the basement without the slightest trace of cowardice or hesitation. She found the key on her adoptive father's corpse, and for the first time in ten years, she left the sunless basement and saw the sunlight once again.

As soon as Yan Qingcheng uttered those words, both of them froze in astonishment. After all, Yan Qingcheng existed in her own era. If Shangguan Haoyan had also time-traveled, wouldn't that be far too absurd? Furthermore, what were the chances he would travel to her exact era?

Tian Tian hurriedly wiped away her tears and relayed Long Chen's words to the blue dragon. Upon hearing them, the blue dragon felt both touched and amused; truly, having such a sensible and well-behaved child was a tremendous blessing for Tian Tian.

Therefore, no matter how frantically the chess pieces jumped around, she would not fuss over them too much, nor would she ever allow any piece to be harmed before the game had reached its end.

Krystal reluctantly accepted An Liang's promiscuity. She understood her sister's mindset; if her sister also chose to be with An Liang, it was very likely she could make An Liang remain devoted to them alone.

The director prudently shifted the camera angle to the blue buff, specifically lingering for a full second on the LeBlanc standing frozen in place.

"Charizard, let's Mega Evolve." Following a flash of light, Charizard successfully Mega Evolved once more. Then, Wang Yu closed his eyes, using the intermittent connection with Charizard to sense the nearby Pokémon eggs.

"Wang Yu! Where are you? I've been waiting for you for so long. I knew you'd call me eventually," Li Xuan's voice came through the other end of the line.

Hua Yine's pupils constricted slightly. How could an accident that hadn't occurred for tens of thousands of years happen right now?

Upon arriving at the construction site, he saw that the ground had been leveled exceptionally flat, and the structural capping of the five apartment towers had already begun. The remaining five towers had each risen to the twentieth floor.

"This is my arrangement." Zhao Qu's dragon head turned toward Dragon, his crimson eyes fixing on him with an unreadable expression.

For a moment, the onlookers pointed and chattering endlessly. In the blink of an eye, public sentiment shifted; the sympathy previously visible on everyone's faces vanished, replaced entirely by disgust and aversion, as though Wang Dongliang truly were an unpunished murderer.

Li Xiang had even specially dispatched three large buses to handle the transportation of various teams. A stage had already been erected in the plaza in front of the municipal committee building, and large promotional posters of the four stars began broadcasting on electronic screens across major city squares and various institutions.

"Correct! Just yesterday, the Third Generation old man intended to deal with you. Did you think your little schemes with Orochimaru were unknown to him? He knew—he knew everything, he simply lacked the heart to carry it out. Since he cannot bring himself to do it, I will finish it for him," Wang Yu declared.

At noon, at Elder Kong's residence in the capital, having received a prior phone call, Elder Kong had been waiting at home for Li Hong since early morning.

At that moment, Guyun, deep within the remote mountain forest, slowly lowered her hands, completely stabilizing the internal energy that had been thrown into chaos by Tang Yucheng. Yet she knew her internal injuries would still take time to recuperate. To have been struck by an expert of Tang Yucheng's caliber and still survive was already a miracle; internal wounds could not heal overnight.

Hearing Daoxuan inquire about how to maintain contact, Xie Xuan smiled inwardly, realizing this was merely another test of his identity by the other party. Nevertheless, this was entirely normal; since the two factions had formed an alliance, it was only natural to reveal certain details in order to earn mutual trust.

That demonic martial arts master with a jujube-red face also lunged forward like an angry lion, fiercely charging toward the opposite side of Xu Ziling with a devastating punch.

Accompanying the old man as he stepped out of the vehicle, the old man fixed his gaze intently on the lush expanse of Great Green Mountain in the distance. Eighty years—after eighty whole years, he was finally seeing the Great Green Mountain that had accompanied him through his childhood once again.

Fragments of clothing fluttered through the air. The black garments of both men were riddled with holes, yet they revealed the glint of metal underneath. Clearly, each wore protective inner armor, allowing them to easily escape unscathed from that previous heavy blow.

Before offering a definitive opinion, his body suddenly lurched forward, his mouth pressing closely against Dongchao's ear. Before he could speak, Dongcheng startled backward, his heel catching on the back hem of his robe as he tumbled down in a clumsy fall.

For a time, the alchemists who had mastered the technique focused all their attention on the theories that could potentially produce three master goldsmiths.

Presently, aside from the initial mention that this rescue operation was funded by Heavy Metal Mecha Corporation, the company's name never appeared on the screen again.

Zhuge Liang failed to realize that this was a deliberate salt war waged by Cao Cao's forces; he assumed it was merely private salt merchants acting out of greed for exorbitant profits, and thus failed to pay it sufficient heed, merely instructing local salt officials to thoroughly investigate the matter with the assistance of various levels of government.

"Brother, come over and farm some monsters~" Li Changrong, who had already turned and stepped into the adjacent room, shouted to the two of them.

As the dragon claws lunged forward, Luo Tian did not dodge at all. His left hand shot out like lightning, fingers clenched into a fist, before smashing fiercely forward to violently collide with the fiercely striking dragon claws.