Volume One, Chapter 42: Sob, Sob, Sob—She Really Deserves to Die!

In truth, every time Jiang Daming saw Jiang Chenyu, he felt somewhat conflicted.

The exchange between Zou Ping and Yuchi Wang also made the other upper-ranking members of the Ghost Envoy Hall realize that this disciple of the Flying Crane Sect had joined the Ghost Envoy Hall of his own accord.

Although Zhao Jiuchui was renowned throughout the entire cultivation world, Chu Yunduan had never personally witnessed the extent of his abilities.

Hao Jun gave him a rough account of the information he was allowed to know. Just then, his colleague’s car arrived, and the person in the passenger seat jumped out and ran straight over.

“You dare accept someone from this family?” The masked man put away his long spear and spoke with great interest.

Xia You did the calculations. His efficiency was actually quite respectable. Though he had only barely finished before the deadline, the manuscript was longer than expected, so that was understandable.

At this, Chu Kuangren cast a glance at Yin Tong. There was, astonishingly, a vivid red shoe print on the latter’s left cheek.

“Of course it’s a pity. This is a quest rated above purple-grade equipment.” Mu Qi sighed, yet a satisfied smile appeared on his face. Much of the reason he had been promoted into the core team of the Shepherds was that he had awakened his talent—Farsight—at an early age.

Today, after establishing camp, the troops left behind once again belonged to Ding Feng and Peng A, the strongest men in the Trouble-Relief Army. Such a deployment, utterly devoid of any discernible pattern, made it impossible for anyone to understand what Ma Zhong was thinking.

As he spoke, he patted the Martial God Token hanging at his waist, indicating that he had not come to seize the token.

From the moment the Iron Corpse Han Ling activated the mechanism to the appearance of four enormous vertical iron coffins in a row, which emptied their Iron Corpses and released the corpses of the Iron Corpse Sect’s disciples, it sounded like a lengthy process. In reality, however, everything happened in the blink of an eye.

“Did Chen Qingzhou have someone bring you here in the middle of the night?” Fu Lingyuan’s brows drew together with icy sharpness, his thin lips pressed into a displeased line, anger floating in his eyes. He did not question her escape from the hospital, but instead followed the subject she had raised. Perhaps he, too, realized that this was not the time to ask about it.

“Are we still fighting?” Yun Tianlan felt that she had overestimated this brute, who relied on nothing but raw strength. Supporting himself with both hands, he flipped backward and released the flower tree.

The cabin had already been quiet to begin with. Now, only the sounds from the film remained, and the audio equipment was exceptionally good. In an instant, an ambiguous atmosphere spread through the air.

“Bang!” A God-King-level knight of the Holy Knight Order had no time to react before Xiao Yu smashed his head apart with his tail. His divine core immediately floated free, but a flash of silver light passed by, and the divine core vanished.

“It’s all right. When you’re sick, what you need most is someone by your side. We can go out and have fun anytime.” Shui Qing’s voice drifted over, slightly deeper than usual, like a willow branch brushing across a lake of the heart and sending ripples outward.

This was absolutely not what he wanted to see. Given the situation in the Chaotic World, a national war could break out at any moment. Wu Jie had to make every preparation before it began, and the Alliance of Heavenly Law was a crucial force he needed to rely on. Therefore, he could not afford to lose this battle.

“After coming back from South Africa, your elders didn’t pressure you to marry?” Seeing that Jian Motong’s infatuation with her brother had not diminished, Shui Qing did not want her to succeed. Privately, she felt that Romary’s forthright and cheerful personality suited Jian Cangwu better.

Yaoyao followed Brother Iron Hand’s words and said to me, “Stop smoking. You should quit!” As she spoke, she reached out to take the two packs of cigarettes lying in front of me.

By the end, Meng Weixing seemed to have suffered some strange lapse in judgment and actually dared to give his guarantee. But with the municipal party secretary standing behind him, what pitfall could possibly be impossible to overcome?

She went to the venue to check on the construction progress. Everything was proceeding fairly smoothly. Feeling a little hungry, she gently covered her stomach with one hand. Then she remembered that there seemed to be a pastry shop outside. Picking up her bag, she wound her way through the greenery and emerged onto the bustling street, where cars streamed past in both directions. Her memory was still fairly good.