66 The Forty-second Person

When Liang Nuan encountered the traffic jam, she felt even more anxious and unsettled, wishing at that moment she could grow wings and fly straight to Zhao Chenxi's side.

Particularly for those farming households whose conditions were previously quite decent, with large families and extensive plots of land, who happened to devote all their energy to cultivating their own fields right at the onset of spring.

Yet he was acting as both the king, a contestant, and the referee. While others might not say anything and certainly dared not object, it was ultimately improper.

Unaware that the middle-aged cultivator in the yellow shirt and his companions had changed their plans and acted ahead of schedule, Tian Le felt that he now had to take action.

"You should have heard my conversation with Proprietor Feng just now. Where is that male cultivator now?" At the same time, the voice of the Water Sovereign, laden with supreme majesty, rang out.

Finally, Astapor, one of the three great master cities, was also the destination of Morgan's current journey.

The weeping disciples were startled into instantly forgetting their tears, and turned to ask the cheering disciples around them in utter bewilderment.

Ziye, who had long been fully prepared, let out a long howl as the Heavenly Thunder Strike, carrying bone-chilling killing intent, roared down from the heavens without a moment's hesitation.

The mist grew increasingly thick, eventually turning dense enough to severely impair visibility. Cuihua kept puffing out her cheeks to blow away the heavy fog until her cheeks swelled up. The frequent use of her supernatural ability also left her physically and mentally exhausted.

What Cao Jun said was also the truth. He truly wished that he had been the one to die back then. He had replayed it in his mind countless times: if he had only stepped forward bravely, would the platoon leader have been fine? He had spent three days and two nights continuously engaging in disaster relief without once closing his eyes, pushing his body to its absolute limits. Why hadn't he shown some consideration for him at that time?

Although Fang Zhenzhu did not understand any grand principles, the two previous times she had been taken to the police station had truly frightened her out of her wits.

Beneath her feet lay a gigantic floor of checkered ceramic tiles, while all around lay scattered enormous, gleaming metal hair ornaments, clearly reflecting human silhouettes.

Ma Junjian said that person could be left entirely to him, claiming that even the most iron-willed underground operative would be made to talk by his methods. Yet the moment Ma Junjian actually laid eyes on the suspect, his knees went weak and he collapsed to the floor.

Yun Qianhen wore a grave expression as his ten fingers flicked continuously, sending hidden force threads bursting forth from his body with reckless abandon to block Ye Mo's advance.

The very instant she turned around, she seemed to spot a familiar figure. Zhou Zhiruo? Why was she here too? Didn't senior student Ye Lin say he had sneaked away behind Zhou Zhiruo's back to pick out a ring? Was Zhou Zhiruo tailing him, or was it all just a coincidence?

Fortunately, having been through quite a few trials before, I managed to keep my composure. Fine beads of sweat continually oozed from my forehead as my eyes remained locked on the oil lamp beside me.

"Issue a wanted notice. We cannot let him escape too far. As for the Fox, it would be best to contact him, though it doesn't matter if he has conditions or not." Zhou Jing said decisively, emphasizing every single word.

The two of us tossed and turned for the better part of the night without figuring out anything useful. The old man yawned and said we would call it a day, head back to wash up and sleep, and figure out a solution tomorrow.

"Fujian, we want to go to Fujian..." The geography here was virtually identical to the world he came from. Zheng Chen intended to occupy Taiwan and develop his own sphere of influence to rule as a local emperor.

Lin Chuan was puzzled. The interior decoration and hotel facilities alone should cost five or six million, not to mention the initial cost of contracting the place.

However, Botena did not look down upon Shen Fan. Perhaps eager to buy time, he unleashed his ultimate move right from the start, a world of ice and snow directly covering the majority of the arena as endless ice blades and icicles converged into a gigantic dragon, charging toward Shen Fan amidst a storm imbued with extreme frigid Qi.

The tender and romantic feelings that Tian Xin had just stirred up were completely obliterated by Xin Wuchen's narcissistic remark.

Didn't Diaochan's implication mean that she had to wait upon Empress He during the day and satisfy him at night?

"The destructive power of your attack is simply too immense, and the affected area is also terrifyingly large!" Wang Qian said on top of the black golden roc with a wry smile.

Looking at Baili Qinghong, who was currently bowing his head to read a letter before him, Tuoba Yin savored the phrase "at all costs" in his mind and could not help sneering inwardly.

Due to the explosive surge in his soul power, Xin Wuchen could now split off a wisp of soul power to roam within his own body, acting like an extra pair of eyes to monitor his internal condition himself.

Fortunately, at this moment, there were quite a few immortals flying along the bustling streets of the immortal realm, and they failed to attract Sun Wukong's attention.

At this instant, the Dog-Head was also blasted backward, crashing heavily to the ground and coughing up a mouthful of blood. He had already sustained severe injuries; another blow would undoubtedly spell certain death for him. Yet the Dog-Head actually flashed a bizarre smile. What on earth was going on? Zhou Xian could not help feeling a jolt of shock in his heart.

Buddhism had completely entered the secular world, relying on handed-down fragmentary texts to muddle along and swindle free meals, leaving behind the popular saying down to the present day: "In troubled times, the Daoist gates prevail; in times of peace, Buddhism flourishes."

By this point, Zhou Xian had completely given up. The previous flame spear had already proved useless, let alone this lightning spear. He vaguely sensed that this lightning spear shared a remarkably similar appearance with the flame spear, differing only in color, and he recognized it based on the description Qixuanzi had given him.

Doctor Jia's father possessed rather mediocre medical skills. After completing his apprenticeship, no one ever invited him to practice in a clinic, forcing him to wander from village to village as a barefoot doctor.

Tan Yu looked awkwardly at Tan Lin. Prior to stepping inside, she truly had no inkling of what was happening within the practical training room. Although surveillance cameras were installed inside, the footage displayed in the monitoring room had appeared completely normal—clearly, the camera feeds had been tampered with.