Chapter 69: His Grandfather Is Quite Something (Part Two)

"I didn't kill anyone, stop framing me."

Hearing the patient's family members, Du Liangong snapped like a lit powder keg, cursing frantically, "I poured my heart and soul into saving your family member, and I was never negligent. Now the evidence isn't even conclusive, yet you assume I'm going to harm your family member—do you even have a conscience?"

The faces of the patient's family turned a mix of pale and flushed. "Even the police have issued an arrest warrant, could that be fake? We're not wrong to be worried."

"You are all a bunch of unconscionable..."

At that moment, Hou Jun came rushing to the scene with his men. Seeing the defeated soldiers kneeling all over the ground, Hou laughed and shook his head, conferring briefly with Xu Yi and Yue. They detained the unlucky general and hundreds of defeated soldiers, marching straight toward Hancheng.

Ye Nan picked up a slice of beef, examining it closely. The beef had a marbling of red and white, sliced extremely thin. Just a glance was enough to whet anyone's appetite. Swishing the beef in the broth, Ye Nan began to taste the legendary Kobe beef.

At that moment, she recalled the Chu family's Blood Escape Technique, which could break all restrictions once cast. Unfortunately, after using this technique, one's cultivation foundation would be severely damaged, requiring a long period of recuperation, and it could not be used casually. Therefore, she wondered if there could be a magical artifact with the same function—one that could break all restrictions, wouldn't that be wonderful?

Moving like the wind, Chu Yunxi and the cultivator named Qiu Ba rapidly closed the distance. A large cauldron burst out from within Chu Yunxi's body, violently colliding with Qiu Ba's spiked club.

Wei Chi stopped out of curiosity to watch. As for ancient urban demolition, he didn't know about other places, but in Chang'an, there were no such terrifying violent incidents. The houses subsidized by the imperial court were no worse than these, and sometimes even better. Therefore, everyone was very willing. Especially since the demolition was to build a school, absolutely no one opposed it.

As the voice faded, Jin Tong and Yin Tong immediately swept around. Without waiting for Bai Bao to make a move, they threw a punch first. Daring not to underestimate them, Bai Bao also threw a punch to test the waters.

In a single move, the outcome was decided. Sun Shangxiang's face turned ashen, and she powerlessly released the longsword in her hand, slowly sitting back down in her original spot.

Xu Yi sneered, glanced at Tiele who was sprawled on the ground in agony, grabbed Tiele's long saber with both hands, and slowly applied pressure. With a crisp *crack*, he snapped the blade—about half an inch thick at the spine—into two pieces, then tossed the broken halves in front of the dumbfounded Tiele.

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Six hexagram composite magic array formations flashed with brilliant light, fully activated, and began refining the rebellious magical domain.

All participating contestants used practice magic motorcycles to ride around the practice field once, with one hundred contestants each time.

Different ingredients intertwined, blending distinct layers of umami that lingered on the lips and teeth, mixed with a dozen different aromas that intertwined and intertwined, inseparable yet each retaining its own unique characteristics.

None of the other gifts present exceeded one hundred thousand; they felt they had already been generous enough, yet they hadn't expected Jia Xiaoguang to send a gift worth over a million.

"Homicide has been ruled out. News has already been locked down from the outside, and it's only being said that it was suspected suicide due to excessive pressure," Bai Jingjing sighed deeply and continued.

Ever since Empress Xie fell bedridden with a prolonged illness, Qinyu had also grown lax, no longer keeping palace matters on her heart or inquiring about them. Even now, when Qi Shuying took the initiative to find her and ask, she couldn't muster up any spirit.

Wei Shi had been somewhat silent these days. Jiang Si had originally approached him with great interest to chat, but most of the time Wei Shi didn't respond. Jiang Si didn't know what was wrong with him, assuming he was still grieving for his late grandfather, and eventually, she stopped approaching him.

The vehicle began to accelerate, the old engine roaring as it bumped forward along the road.

He had already made up his mind that before getting the script from Xu Ji this time, he would absolutely not leave.

Before her mother died, she begged Sister Jihe to take her to the capital no matter what to find the noble consort and His Majesty, and to obey the emperor's arrangements.

Qi Yanxuan and Wang Yuanshuang both drew in sharp breaths, thoroughly shaken by Li Xingchen's grand ambition.

Although many of the fans and audience members at the scene felt a bit unsatisfied and were still shouting Sha Yetong's name.

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The reason Qin Feng's first strike landed was precisely because he had infused that punch with the Violet Thunder as well.

He made another phone call to Ran Zhong, reporting on his daily life and telling the other person not to worry about him. After a round of warm, mutually inquiring conversation, the two hung up the phone. By this time, the night had already descended outside.

After handing out the honey, Yu Lan did not leave immediately, but instead wandered around the vegetable fields in Yunling Village, finding that the vegetables in the ground were growing very well, surrounded by a particularly pleasing patch of lush green.

"Don't lecture me, didn't you already know he was going to hold this banquet before coming to my place? You're no different! Sharp tongue with a soft heart!" Fang Jue finally couldn't help but retort.

She was too humble in front of him, without a shred of temper. When she looked at him, her gaze was always infatuated and deep, as if she were afraid he would vanish from her sight at any moment.

Lady Situ stood there in a daze. She could hear that his words were undoubtedly spoken from the bottom of his heart; however, they carried far too much heavy familial affection, which was not what she truly desired. Therefore, amidst the touch of being moved, there was far more a sense of loss.

"Believer, what... what do you want?" The cleric tried to find out the other's purpose as he was forced backward by a sword-like object in the opponent's hand.

This middle-aged man, whose looks and figure were both thoroughly average, was huddled in a corner of the kitchen, holding a kitchen knife and silently slaughtering chickens and ducks. The bustling and noisy sounds from the shop's hall outside seemed exceedingly distant to him, as if they belonged to two isolated worlds.