Chapter 61: Alternate Timeline

"You must be very disappointed to see me walk in safe and sound." Bai Jinyu strode straight up to Jiang Wangshu, her tone ice-cold.

Qu Yunyan finally ran up to the rooftop. Seeing Huo Yuheng standing against the wind, a wave of irritation washed over her. Her brother's life belonged to her; how could he just choose to die whenever he pleased?

How they wished they could save Lin Yan! If they managed to save Lin Yan, perhaps he would remember the kindness and impart the "Fishing Secret Manual" to them. But going down into that current situation was tantamount to courting death.

In front of each classroom stood a table, and upon each table rested a basin containing oblate cylindrical building blocks.

Jiang Yiluo remembered back then, when she insisted on marrying Huo Yucheng whom she had only met twice, her mother and brothers had all fiercely opposed it.

My words were carried by the wind to Huo Yuheng's side. For some reason, in that single instant, he felt a pang of sorrow as well.

With Qi Fengye having long since exposed his profession as a college student, only three suspects remained in the deduction phase. Lacking any further enthusiasm to play the game, everyone simply began making their guesses outright.

Qu Fengyao covered her mouth in shock, utterly speechless. I knew this represented a temptation of astronomical proportions to her.

Had Zhang Feng's current thoughts been known to his future enemies, they undoubtedly would have cursed aloud: What kind of idiot actually formulated and executed such an utterly brainless plan?

The city lord's voice was deep and solemn, as if warning Chen Ming that Zhou Botong's threat was far from over.

Meanwhile, the two chief culprits paid no mind whatsoever to the Underworld King's bitter grievances, and were currently discussing matters concerning those wealthy tycoons.

Although the opponent's appearance was different from before, he had a deeply ingrained memory of the supreme-grade spirit-weapon-level green bamboo sword resting beneath the other's feet.

Zhu Youlang gazed into the pitch-black darkness where nothing could be seen, while the surrounding soldiers maintained absolute silence without making any significant noise. This brought a measure of comfort to his heart; at least this army had not wasted all the painstaking effort he had poured into it.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the entire Serpent Palace shattered into pieces, disintegrating into countless fragments of magical treasures.

Although the abilities of the Black Feather Armor could not be activated, its defensive power remained exceptionally formidable, more than enough to protect the two elders.

"Are you trying to trick us, afraid that we might steal your brewing techniques?" demanded a sharp-eared, monkey-faced winemaker angrily, his words laced with a trace of discontent.

Mengyao nodded, got up to put on her coat and shoes, walked over to him, hugged his arm, and leaned against him as they headed outside.

One must realize that strictly speaking, the Southern Ming dynasty at this moment possessed only the two Guang provinces. Thus, Zheng Zhuang believed it; he thought the Southern Ming could no longer hold out. At the thought of Li Chengdong's astonishingly formidable soldiers, Zheng Zhuang chose to trust Ma Jixiang.

"Silly girl, if I hadn't made adequate preparations, would I have let that old hag make a move?" Fortunately, she had kept an ace up her sleeve, otherwise she would have shattered like a watermelon upon the slightest impact.

His identity as an undercover agent had likely already been exposed, yet the Akatsuki organization was still willing to absorb him, probably harboring the notion of gaining another powerhouse of Itachi's caliber. In any case, whatever secrets Konoha could possibly know had already been handed over to Danzo by Itachi, so adding Yuzang as an extra spy didn't make much difference.

Pity that the subordinates of the Hell King refused to acknowledge Her, leaving the Ghost Concubine with no choice but to reside reluctantly in the Ghost Concubine Palace of the Demon Realm, accompanied by only a few trusted retainers.

Having guessed the identity of the newcomer, Guo Jia now brought up his previous question once again. Though phrased simply—essentially asking whether Bai Ren owed Xiang Cheng money—Xiang Cheng fully grasped the underlying meaning.

That's right, the String-String Fruit is capable of developing abilities to heal one's own injuries; I might as well give it a try.

However, because Zhang Chuolan was still in the hands of Xia He and her companions, Xu San deliberately projected the illusion that only he and Feng Baobao were present, in order to lower Xia He's guard and make it easier for them to rescue Zhang Chuolan.

Without a second thought, the combat genes within him began to take over as he raised his hands to form hand seals. To him, if an enemy stood right before his eyes, there was no need to think—fighting was the only response.

Hearing Gongben Li's words, Takashiro Saya wore an ugly expression and shook her head, feeling far too guilty to meet Hai Wuyue's eyes.

According to the survivors, at least a hundred monstrous beasts had invaded the colony. Even though the counterattack had succeeded, it had merely eliminated a single relatively massive creature. This was not the end; it was merely the beginning of a war.

Naturally, this process required the Fourth Hokage's assistance, as Yuzang had no mastery over sealing techniques. Sara's ability to shut down the Dragon Vein was merely akin to flipping an electric light switch, meaning it could be activated once again.

"Long time no see, Ah Hao, or should I call you... Qiusheng?" The cold moonlight shone upon Huang Sheng's calm, ancient-well-like face, draping him in a veil of mystery.

Precisely for this reason, their company gained immense confidence and, in a fit of impulsive fervor, began planning an international career path for Zhao Fei.

Zheng Rui did not see it that way. Perhaps his fame and talent in the musical world might attract official attention, but to get his hands on an official script without ten or twenty years of accumulated networking was simply impossible.

Having constantly remained by Bai Yujing's side, even though the Butcher had not personally instructed Mo Yan'er, she had absorbed a vast amount simply by observing. The current Mo Yan'er struck with extreme ruthlessness, a far cry from her former self as heaven and earth apart.

Even if his cultivation level was exceptionally profound and his age perhaps numbered in the hundreds, people still judged by appearances.

Ordinarily, a campaign would not require the emperor to personally take the field, but Emperor Rongxing was determined to retake the Northwest from the Dachang Kingdom with his own hands.

However, before she could even begin to make a call, her phone rang automatically. It was a call from Ah Wan and the others—that was her very first thought.

"No rush. I happen to have some things I'd like to discuss thoroughly with Qianqian. I think chatting in this posture is simply wonderful. Qianqian will be very, very obedient." As he spoke, he gently stroked her cheek.