Chapter 31: Fingerprint Minutiae

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When I was showering earlier, I felt a sharp, stinging pain at the corner of my mouth. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, assuming I had just bruised it, but I didn't expect it to be bleeding.

Exhausted, Jian Mo nodded and left quietly with Su Junli... only to encounter Chu Zixiao waiting in the parking lot.

Aunt Ming felt immense regret in that moment: had she known the mistress would return kindness with such treachery, she would never have spoken up for her before the Old Mistress, even if it had cost her life.

"Get into the kitchen!" Song Xiuru shoved a bag of potato chips into Nan Bei's hands and pushed Nan Yan forward.

Just as everyone was rejoicing in the gods' gifts, they realized that many people had either died or gone insane, losing their grip on reality.

"And you want our boss to submit to you? That’s a fine-sounding excuse. You just took a liking to our boss’s beauty, why not just say so? You’ve already fantasized about being in bed together, so why keep up the pretense?" Zhou Tianxin said with a sneer.

Sure enough, as soon as Lu Yuman heard Lin Yun mention Lin Chuan playing the hero to save a beauty, she frowned in obvious dissatisfaction.

Bao Chun laughed it off with a few perfunctory words and quickly changed the subject, asking where Shen Jin had been exiled.

Pervert. I'm insulting you, and you're still smiling! Pei Shiyin inwardly cursed, while a strange sense of familiarity washed over her once more.

Perhaps because they had suffered such heavy losses, those relatives no longer dared to throw their weight around in front of her.

Ning Chen replied calmly. Compared to the way Mu Bai had taught him—simply swinging a sword to cut people down—his own methods were far more gentle.

Inside the starship, those of the human race with low cultivation levels were engulfed by a sea of death, their souls and consciousnesses swallowed whole.

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After successfully transcending his tribulation at the Bodhi Dharma Assembly, the old man was helped to the bathhouse by two acolytes. Before he could even get his bearings, he was stung in his left arm by a black-and-yellow demonic bee wielded by that big-eyed girl, and then he was grabbed and plunged headfirst into the pool.

Fighting two opponents while facing thousands of elite guards, Shui Qingkong had no reason to survive. In the final moments before his life flickered out, it bloomed with incomparable brilliance.

"The Philosopher's Stone..." Hussein’s body shuddered violently as he realized a terrifying situation. His face turned pale, and he scrambled to retract his supernatural power to return to his original form, but it was too late. Once the magic light covered him, his entire body turned into a pile of gold, and his consciousness vanished in an instant.

By this point, Zhou Hailong understood that he had encountered someone truly formidable. Ye Qingyu had killed the Marquis of Blood and Bone and his son as if they were nothing; if the other party wanted to kill him, it would be no different from crushing a bug.

The magic circle surrounding the Great Pyramid of Khufu continued to shoot beams of light into the void, while Mo Ying’s eyes remained tightly shut as she fell into a coma.

Ling'er mused to herself that she still hadn't made up her mind. If she had been the one to throw the embroidered ball back then, wouldn't all these troubles have been avoided?

For a month, countless streams of starlight had poured into the ancient tower, yet less than one ten-thousandth of it was actually put to use; the vast majority had simply been absorbed into the tower itself. Yang Tian had examined the tower from top to bottom, but he couldn't discover where such terrifying power was being hidden.

The moment Wang Mang lunged toward Huang Guo'er, he reached out to catch the gun thrown by Zhang Qin. With one arm clutching Huang Guo'er on the ground, he raised the gun with the other and pulled the trigger rapidly, firing precision shots at the man standing next to An Bang directly in front of him.

The two men in white coats began to argue intensely. Yang Ming didn't care about the specifics—if people didn't want him around, why bother fawning over them?

"Yang Ming? Yang Ming?" Mu Qianxue looked left and right, but there was no sign of him.

"You besieged the Heavenly Saint Demon Palace back then just for the Purple Thorn Butterfly and to avenge your sister, didn't you?" Qin Feng took a deep breath, feeling that Xuan Yuanlin was becoming increasingly like a stranger, though he couldn't tell if it was just his imagination.

It was clearly him who had saved her, yet she had repaid his kindness with malice, destroying all his cultivation. Even then, as he coughed up blood, he still struggled to hold onto her, telling her that she had to live...

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"Hahaha, how do you like that, Yang Ming? I told you that you couldn't possibly win." Mu Jiawang said arrogantly.

"Brother, if you go back and forth like this, there’s no way you’ll be able to deliver it to the Hell Angels on time," Wang Mang asked with a frown.

"The Heavenly Sword Sect has been thoroughly schemed against this time. What exactly are you trying to do?" the City Lord of Fengwu City asked, clearly confused.

Between her black hair and snow-white skin, a pair of bright eyes shone as deep as pearls in the dark. A subtle, surging murderous intent, almost imperceptible, made Su Yi feel a sudden chill in his heart.

The greatest difference between the Great Chu Province and the Golden Lion or Green Ape Provinces was that it was a human kingdom, and over thousands of years, it had long since established a mature and inherent system.

Murong Kai remained calm and unhurried, even raising his hand to place a cup of freshly brewed tea in front of Su Jing.

The arsenal operated day and night, and within half a year, it had re-equipped the Xuantian Legion.

Who would have expected that in just one month, Lin Xiao's strength would grow so terrifyingly that he defeated Duan Dongtian in a single move?

Jiang Ciyun had already pulled her over and pinned her across his lap. As she looked up, she met his pair of cold, gloomy eyes. Forced to sit on his lap, Nie Qingqing felt the posture was one that easily invited thoughts of something happening.