Chapter 50: Who is Qi Yan?

Chapter 50

Someone asked, "Dead?"

The subordinate shook his head, "Still alive, taken away by the Medical Department."

The head of the Medical Department was a man named Qin Na.

Receiving the report from his subordinate, Qin Na leaned back in his chair with a composed expression, "He survived. A Class B spar was implanted into him."

Qi Zijing, the leader of the Research Department, asked in surprise, "Alive? In such a short time, someone implanted a—"

Seeing that my expression was off, Lü Hou realized she had said the wrong thing and quickly covered her mouth, casting a glance at Brother Chang. Brother Chang shook his head at her, sighed, and then whispered something into Lü Hou's ear. Lü Hou nodded continuously.

Su Zhimo bit her lip. She had guessed early on that Long Jilin wouldn't easily tell her. Since this was a danger Tang Yuchen wanted to keep from her, how could he possibly leave open the possibility of anyone else informing her?

I smiled and thought, *I hope so.* In my mind, I just prayed another shrew like Chen Qiaoling wouldn't pop up.

Then, he tore the man's clothes into strips, tied him up, hoisted him onto his shoulder, activated his supernatural ability, and soared into the clouds.

Ning Qingqing's newly awakened senses were still quite sluggish, and for a moment she could neither tell nor dare to guess who was speaking. She only felt that the voice was ceaselessly urgent, forcing her to open her eyes once more to offer some appeasement.

This was an exquisitely crafted sound-transmission jade talisman, forged using the power of cultivators from the upper realms.

The owner of the barbecue stall, approaching fifty years of age, worked fervently at grilling skewers on the iron plate while enthusiastically calling out to customers.

"It's fine. A place where someone has died brings good fortune!" Jun Zihan waved her hand indifferently, then walked outside, intending to first check on His Highness the Prince of Jin to see what his thoughts were, and incidentally recommend herself. If he still refused to submit, then so be it.

She recalled her interactions with Chu Yun and could not remember a single moment when she had behaved like a fan of his.

She had made up her mind that Jiang Yaoxiong and the others were formidable people. Since they were capable and could lend her a hand, why shouldn't she get along well with them?

However, just as Lin Huaien was frozen in astonishment, the [Five-Color Deer] nudged him with the antlers on its head.

Yet judging by Xia Jie's tone, she seemed to know me quite well, while holding such deep resentment toward me—a puzzle I could not solve no matter how hard I tried.

She took the elevator down and swept her gaze across the area. Not only were there numerous reporters with cameras guarding the entrance, but she also spotted quite a few suspicious figures lurking in the lobby.

Because Xu Qin would also intentionally disguise her genuine emotions just to satisfy Lin Huaien's vanity.

Wu Tian was nearby and overheard their conversation, though he did not know whether the Lord Hades they spoke of was that reincarnated individual.

This silver needle was specifically used for testing poisons; compared to the silver needles they usually used, it was far more effective.

Xiao Yihuan left behind a medical prescription and secretly gave Yun Zheng a few pills, instructing him to take them daily.

The CCTV host beside her looked extremely excited as they spoke passionately into the live broadcast camera, endlessly introducing the five astronauts, detailing the disclosures of the Mars Landing Program, and highlighting this youthful aerospace team with an average age of under forty.

The silver-masked man kept his gaze fixed on the black crystal, watching the small crystal stone gleam brilliantly under the soft light.

Seeing this, Long Chen's heart sank. A sudden, crushing sense of defeat washed over him, because this change was undoubtedly destroying the confidence he had just barely established. If they couldn't even gather together, how could they ever speak of fusion?

Qin Banruo held her teacup to her lips. Finding it perhaps too coarse, she did not drink, merely swirling it slightly to watch the pale red tea. Fourth Sister was not an impatient person either; seeing her pause, she quietly followed her gaze toward the back door of the Su residence without pressing further.