Chapter 46 Interrogation

Those members of the Tao family who had perished had all reached the Galaxy Realm. The condensed blood surged violently from within their bodies at this moment, instantly resembling roaring rivers and surging great waves rolling in all directions.

The Swordsmen's Guild was not large, consisting merely of a simple, low-roofed building, yet an endless stream of visitors arrived at its doors, whispering and chatting away in a lively hubbub.

Rong Lang thought to himself, "Is this how you compliment someone?" As he tugged at the arm hanging around his neck, he found the other person's grip far too tight.

Ling Jiuntong twitched her head, her brows knitted into the shape of the Chinese character for "river," but her eyes stubbornly refused to open.

Yet right now, the magical robes worn by these three male disciples all showed varying degrees of tears and fractures.

Finally, the familiar black paper bag came into his own view, and Wang Dong's heart finally settled back into his stomach. However, seeing the person holding the paper bag still left Wang Dong slightly startled.

Having obtained a movement martial technique, Zhuo Tian hurriedly bid farewell to Ye Shan and Dahai to go practice it. Although a single night was not long, it was not short either; if he could grasp it properly, it would be quite enough for him to master this movement technique.

"Heh, Boss Dai, I take you for a smart person, so don't beat around the bush and talk in circles with me. You only need to answer me whether you will do it or not." Xing Yue's sharp gaze ruthlessly locked onto Dai Wancheng.

When this process concluded, the once lifelike wax shell transformed into a gleaming dagger radiating cold light in Ye Cuan's hand.

Following Qi Yuan's words, Chou Wu said nothing more and silently walked out of the room.

At this moment, everyone in the conference room was listening attentively. The senior executives and Daoist Priest Chenghong already knew the sequence of events; these words were spoken entirely for the benefit of Shu Yuzhou and Lanyuan.

"Stop talking nonsense." Tang Yaozu looked at Pang Xixi, hoping she would say a few words, yet Pang Xixi acted as if she hadn't seen a thing.

Extracting these visceral organs parasitized by blood crystal stones and selling them to corresponding clients was Eric's job.

After all, as a man, being given away by Di Yange to another man was a humiliation... that made them feel a vicarious, burning anger.

Just as stated previously, all the rules would only be displayed for sixty seconds. Once the time limit expired, they would never be displayed a second time.

After all, none of them dared to guarantee whether Di Yange carried soul tablets or other items left behind by the Desolate Thunder Sacred Land and the Immortal Palace.

It was useless for her to defend herself; everyone knew the old master's temperament, yet no one dared to utter a single word about him. As for the mistress, she would only feel heartache over her son being beaten and would not care in the least about right and wrong.

Eve's profession was called "Preacher," which, like Ye Cuan's "Stargazer," was an ancient and special profession.

"Letting her sneak in, is she capable of that?" Ji Ruobing looked at Lislaya beside her, her tone filled with suspicion. Regardless of how one looked at it, she was an assassin sent by the Doctor. Although she had failed to kill Li Zixiao and was instead used by him in return, heaven knew if she harbored any other ulterior motives.

The world is forever this clamorous, and we are ultimately bound to part ways. I do not mind those things that are worthwhile or not; I only know that you are by my side, and I wish to protect you. I have acquired the capability, and I have gained the power, so trust me, I can help you. I do not insist on binding you, nor have I ever claimed I would dictate your life.

Using the sound of a flute as the prelude to murder? This was the third time I had heard her flute playing; did that mean I was destined to die at her hands three times?

Yet this disappearance was by no means untraceable, nor was it one of the reasons that commanded Rong Qingtian's high regard.

He was, after all, the young master of a generation's God of Wealth family, and moreover, his cultivation... had actually managed to stumble into the Godly Venerable realm by sheer luck. It seemed his fortune was peerlessly good.

He went to the hot water room to fetch some water, shaved off his stubble before the mirror, and saw that his face had grown much leaner—the kind of pallor born from a prolonged absence of sunlight.

Judging from this, the possibility of Qiu Chuansheng colluding with the imperial elders was extremely high. As for the specific circumstances, Qi Ming found it rather difficult to judge.

Stuttering Bai chased after them to report that the Vietnamese monkeys had trailed them from behind again, and their numbers were not small, roughly estimated to be around twenty-odd people.

After settling into the Han household, Ailuo gradually discovered that Old Master Han was fond of heavy drinking, and whenever he got drunk, he liked to beat his wife and son. Han Siyou's mother had divorced him simply because she could no longer endure it, abandoning even her own son.

There was a hint of reproach in the voice, but far more of coquettishness, making Li Zixiao's bones melt with softness and causing him to involuntarily shrink his neck.

"Is this your car?" Cui'er stubbornly pointed at the Citroën. To be honest, the Citroën wasn't exactly a high-end luxury vehicle, but the distinction between a sports model and an ordinary car was still quite distinct. Moreover, in this era, let alone a Citroën, simply owning a Santana made one a remarkably big shot.

"Oh, right, Liang Jiaxi." Pei Junhao recalled what Mu Zhihan had told him about Liu Ruotong's words that day, and a flash of inspiration sparked a plan in his mind.

Giving it a second thought, the bag also looked quite valuable; even if he took it to sell for a hundred or eighty, there probably wouldn't be much of a problem.

At this moment, the master of this figure was somewhat troubled. He glanced back at the maidservants who had fainted on the floor; right now, the only one conscious in this room was likely himself alone.

Yet he never expected this man to be so incredibly generous—not only covering all medical expenses, but now also taking the initiative to visit him and offering to resolve his schooling and medical treatment. Could he truly have encountered a benevolent benefactor?

"Zhihan." A low, raspy voice was carried by the wind into her ears, and she started in fright, sitting up abruptly from the beach.

Leng Yu lowered her head, her trembling hands pulling her veil back into place. Even though she had anticipated such an outcome, actually being looked at like this still inevitably brought a sense of humiliation to her heart.

Standing on the right was a youth of seventeen or eighteen, bearing a certain resemblance to Li Xining. His brow was broad and full, the space between his eyebrows remarkably expansive, and his palms were unusually large. Possessing delicate features and a regal aura in his every gesture, he truly seemed born with the countenance of an emperor.

Naturally, they were endlessly grateful for this. But regardless of circumstances, parting ways with these people still filled Zhou Chu with profound sorrow.

Slowly closing the room's door, Lin Hanxi watched Leng Wuchen gradually fade from her field of vision, the intense reluctance welling up in her heart growing ever more ferocious.

"Young Sect Master! Young Sect Master!" The guards beside him snapped to their senses, rushed forward, and cried out several times before finally shattering the silence.

Xiao Changyun raised her eyes to see a man draped in a luxurious purple robe strolling leisurely toward them. With that dissolute and unrestrained smile, who else could it be but Mo Tingxuan?

Just as the words fell, two guards clad in silver armor, wearing silver helmets, and girded with long swords strode through the grand hall's entrance. They stepped forward, bowed their heads slightly, and stood in silent obedience, awaiting instructions.

Old Xu and Old Zhang had practically had no rest over the past two days, working through the night on experiments simply to analyze the toxicity as quickly as possible.