Chapter 43: Eliminating the Impostor Woman and Rescuing the Trafficked Siblings Along the Way

Su Jinxia clapped her hands and said, "Alright, alright, keep telling lies until you even fool yourselves."

The little girl looked at the young woman in front of her—their savior—and quickly pulled her younger brother down to kneel with her.

"Miss, please save us! She really is a liar! We want to go home, we want to find our mom and dad! And my brother's illness cannot be delayed any longer; if it drags on any further, he's going to die! This woman abducted us just to sell us, but because my brother got sick, none of those people wanted to buy him!"

The little girl explained in a halting, broken voice.

Su Jinxia crouched down to help the two children up, and stroked the little girl's cheek.

"Don't worry, Big Sister will uphold justice for you..."

Secondly, do not use Lu Ping'an as a target; after all, when it comes to the film industry, he genuinely has no blemishes.

During dinner, Dabin was invited by the commander of the Third Corps to go drinking, and before he had even two cups, he was dead drunk.

Today was Zhang'er's big day, and they had originally debated whether or not to invite her.

Mother He could only pray that Lan Guifang would make no suspicious moves, otherwise they would all be blamed on her.

When she was woken up earlier, she thought it was just a light drizzle. It turned out there had been a torrential downpour, but she had been so exhausted that she knew nothing of it.

Her frame was rather broad, and her chest was large. Her demonic laughter carried immense penetration, echoing in the ears of everyone around, and even Bill was infected, chuckling along.

In his past life, when scrolling through short videos, he had seen quite a few unscrupulous food merchants frequently boasting about buying and selling food at massive markups, chuckling as they claimed that discarding their conscience allowed them to earn even more.

Weary from exhaustion, Kui thought of this, and looking at the large bed in her sister-in-law's room, she felt a bit tired as well, and unhesitatingly plopped herself down right in the middle of it.

The youth was named Baili Mochen, and he was the first disciple jointly accepted by the masters seven years ago, given the given name Zimo.

Although they had reached this stage, their lower extremities still weren't functioning very well.

"Hmph, spare me your sophistry for that villain! He massacred disciples of our Taizhen Sect—could it be that they brought it upon themselves?" Mingzhen demanded.

"What on earth is going on? How did the man surnamed Kuang just disappear?" the shadowy figure roared in a fit of rage.

"Many thanks, Great King." Jin Chuntai and the others were all lowly wandering ghosts born of hard labor whose cultivation relied entirely on self-exploration, which was why their realms were so low. Hearing now that Mu Yuchen was going to impart cultivation methods to them, each of them was wild with joy and kowtowed to him repeatedly.

On April 16th, the Prince of Yan died of starvation within the borders of Qingyuan in Hebei, and soon the Prince of Yue also died of illness and hunger. The Jurchens ordered their bodies to be cremated and continued their advance carrying the ashes.

At that moment, the large vessel suddenly fired a volley of chain-shot cannons, their thundering booms like cracking lightning that drowned out all the surrounding noise.

They were an engaged couple now, though, as Big Brother Dachun put it, the two of them were simply dating.

Wu Fa Wu Tian was quite content. A large volume of intelligence reports poured in every day. This time, Lu Yao truly hadn't played any tricks; he had traveled all the way south in an honest, well-behaved manner.

Since March 15th of the second year of Jingkang, the forces of Wolibu and Nianhan had marched directly north without a moment's pause, crossing the Yellow River via Huazhou and Zhengxian. When they reached Junzhou, large crowds of commoners, having heard the news, came to pay their respects to the father and son Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan. The Jurchens strictly forbade anyone from approaching, merely purchasing some grain from these commoners.

"Is there really any difference? Stop nitpicking over words. Ant Search is just Ant Technology, it's simply adopted a new name," Zhou Boqing thought this was merely their dying struggle and dismissed it indifferently.

Chen Xingjian was instantly repelled outside the magic array. Just as he wanted to rush back to retaliate, he felt two streams of spiritual energy colliding wildly within his body.

The rest of the guests had never imagined that the two had broken in, and naturally regarded them simply as fellow guests.

Driven by this fear, Chen Qiuwang did not dare to meet Nadiya's attack head-on.

Xie Shangjun remained silent, staring fixedly at Gu Hanhan. An unprecedented and ultimate euphoria welled up from the depths of his heart, instantly spreading through his entire body, coursing through every blood vessel and every nerve ending, crackling and releasing sparks at the tips of his nerves.

Beauty Bai felt an overwhelming urge to laugh, its crafty golden eyes gazing at the High Priest who was currently bickering with Wan Zhen.

"This maidservant serves in Consort Zhuang's palace, and has never laid eyes on Her Ladyship the Princess," Zimo said, bowing in a greeting.

Thinking she had business to attend to, Gu Zhi nonetheless did not get out of the car upon arrival, but instead sat silently in the back seat, staring blankly through the car window at the rehabilitation center, lost in thought.

By this time, Zhao Tianshi and Zhao Tianyu were already standing outside the court, while Wu Moxixi held a basketball, standing on the court alongside Fang Tianruo.

Qian Jing was speechless at everyone's reactions, but she didn't stop them either, merely watching the scene with a gentle smile, feeling a deep warmth within her heart.

"You still dare talk nonsense!" Zimo was about to land another punch on him when she was interrupted by a playful voice: "Pardon me for interrupting the two of you 'flirting', but I must ask you to pause for a moment. Her master is looking for her." The person who interrupted them was none other than the young lady Zixiao, wearing a look of sheer amusement.

Xu Xianxian's true form had merged completely with the dark red universe; remaining here was merely a projection, and she had not invoked the Creator's rule permissions to forcibly scan the movements of every True God and Celestial Immortal.

"Outrageous! Can't you see this is the Ye family's carriage? How dare you step up to block the way," a middle-aged general strode out and rebuked the person blocking the path.

He could not block these monsters forever, but at the very least, he could help buy enough time for Feng Chen and the others.

Moreover, in Japan, there were actually quite a few people of this sort, the most infamous being none other than the later Prime Minister Abe, who frequently stirred up trouble internationally, smeared China, and took the lead in visiting the Yasukuni outhouse, truly disgusting people beyond measure.

Yet now, through the modification of nanobots, these two plants—which ought to have grown in temperatures of dozens of degrees below zero—were not only thriving in the soil of this backyard, but had even blossomed into flowers.

"No matter what, we once came out of the Gula Society consortium, so there's no harm in going back to take a look now," Seiya thought to himself in consolation.