Volume 1, Chapter 47: Interrogation II

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I hoped those footsteps belonged to Fatty, but in a place like this, who knew what else might be lurking around.
When leaving the school gate, I had seen Sun Qiang once. He was riding a motorcycle, looking quite dashing. Unfortunately, his forehead was still wrapped in gauze, with six stitches on his forehead and three on his lip. I wondered how his injuries were recovering now.
Reasonably speaking, once the kid recovered to normal, he should have steadily followed in the steps laid out for him, shouldn't he? Who would have thought that not only was he no longer as obedient as when he was mentally impaired, but he also acted so perversely, running around crazily all day and busy with who knows what, nowhere to be seen morning or night.
Speaking of bed scenes, it wasn't really a big deal. Before her marriage, Ning Xiao hadn't avoided filming them; apart from the private parts, everything else that should have been exposed had been bared long ago. But after getting married, even holding-hands scenes required a body double.
The phone call went through after a series of ringback tones. Bureau Chief He’s voice came through the receiver immediately.
He also said that if one didn't believe it, they could go and look at the cart tracks; a human-ridden carriage leaves tracks four inches deep, which are very obvious. Ghost carriages leave no tracks at all.
In truth, Ning Long had no concept of it whatsoever; she was merely an obedient executor. Whatever her sister told her to do, whatever respected Brother Zun told her to do, required no reason. She would throw herself into it regardless of danger anyway, and strive to do it to the absolute best so as not to let them disappoint.
Originally, everything was peaceful. Until one day, Genghis Khan's most favored general, Kublai, came to visit him late at night. The two of them whispered mysteriously in the room about something unknown. You must know that such a thing had never happened before.
"Hasn't it been like this every previous year?" Xing Shaozun muttered speechlessly. Eldest brother hadn't returned in many years; thinking of this, he wondered how he was getting on now.
Accompanied by wild, unbridled laughter, blue smoke drifted out from the room, heavy and dense as it soared toward the sky.
Upon hearing the Fourth Prince's words and seeing that Princess Axi indeed had the intention of leaving the palace, Emperor Chu Junwei also made a rare and strenuous attempt to persuade her.
Looking at the Flame Dragon, which ought to have been the target of elimination, the thugs had already lost any thoughts of attacking it. In their view, in a minute they would all die together anyway. Since they were going to die regardless, with only a difference of a minute or two, being able to fall alongside an expert could only be considered their sole consolation.
It had passed—my youthful era, my season of burning passion—still just as glorious, flying and running wild across that ancient land.
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Night Dream chuckled softly as she began giving orders for everyone to prepare to evacuate from the immortal abode. Beiming Xuanxiao glanced toward Zi Mo'er.
"That's three patrol squads that have passed by already. Ah Nuo, honestly tell me, are you lost? We've been wandering around for half the night," Fang Li shouted loudly. Since it was soul-to-soul communication anyway, he didn't worry about making a stir and alerting others.
"Uh, Young Master Lin, this... this wasn't learned in the military; it's just something I figured out when I was bored after entering society. Trying it out today, it really is quite practical!" Zhao Ze certainly dared not say he learned it in the army; if word of that got out, he'd be beaten to death by the leaders of his former unit.
It wasn't until Young Master Man pulled up Liu零's recent activity report and investigated it that the various details regarding the Holy Grail War gradually came to light.
Miao Shen suddenly began to beg for mercy; he still didn't want to die. If he had wanted to die, why would he have coveted pleasure and ruled the Taiyin Immortal Realm here in the first place?
When She Tunhai volunteered to go into battle, Lin Tian finally arrived. Glancing at the battlefield from afar, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Rivers of blood flowed beside the covered boat, which was surrounded by numerous Demon God Cult members. The situation was severe, but after all, it hadn't been breached yet. More importantly, the identities of several of Feng Donglang's confidants had not yet been exposed.
Ma Su had come to report on the work situation near Chang'an to Zhuge Liang, and the letter written by Wei Bo to Wei Yan was also brought by him.
Zhu Wu and Qian Fei, the garrison generals holding the title of Administrator of Yulin and guarding Yanguan, personally hurried over to keep them company. Chen Zhi, clad in fluttering white robes, tactfully stood at a distance, discussing engineering techniques for the Lingqu Canal with some engineering students.
To his classmates, Yuxing's words were merely somewhat novel, but to Guan Dacheng, they became a key—a key that unlocked his train of thought.
In less than time to spare, Yunman and the Azhi brothers appeared at the restaurant entrance. Seeing that Yuxing was still eating, they, having just eaten themselves, did not go in to disturb him. Soon, Yuxing finished, paid the bill, and came out. He gave the three of them a meaningful look and walked straight into the fire exit.
"No way! Without food, drink, and entertainment, what meaning is there to living?" Roger once again flatly refused.
Having had the experience of being deceived by the ancestor of Biyou Palace, Bai Qi made a reverse deduction and immediately knew that his unease came from this abruptly appearing Kunlun immortal.
Such as Xiahou Ba, who was currently approaching, or Tian Yu, who two days ago was in Luxian and now was God knows where.
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The shattered magic crystal released wisps of pale blue smoke, which condensed above the crystal fragments into the shape of a silver dragon. Under the influence of magic, the silver dragon's lingering dragon-tongue incantations could also be understood by Roger.
A silver star suddenly lit up in the distant night sky, and a moment later, Nicholas crashed heavily in front of Kranio.
Mu Jianying's three long swords floated in the shape of the character "pin" (品), burning with three different colors of flame, firmly pinning down a large expanse of white smoke before him. Hearing the elderly foundation-establishment cultivator cry out for help, his expression tightened, and with a backhand motion, he shot out a golden sword Qi, fixing the patch of white smoke in front of the man.
Hearing this, Mi Fang looked at his own armor and weapons, as if he had regained his confidence. He felt that his martial prowess was extraordinary and his military tactics divine, and that he would surely win Han Wei's favor.
The atmosphere at the scene remained lively, but most of the audience from Huaxia appeared bored and lacked any passion.
In other words, Feng Niang's mind had been ravaged and was incomplete. She would obey Han Wei without any principle, but what would she become if Han Wei were not by her side? That was impossible to know, which was why Han Wei did not want to take her along.
"Amitabha, those who practice Buddhism cherish compassion; benefactor, your murderous intent is too heavy." Inside the Hall of Golden Light, an old monk silently recited a Buddha's name.
"I'd actually like to know what's going on with your heavenly descending spiritual rain, God Chu? And heavenly dao resonance? Geez, are you hacking? Don't think I don't know you've been memorizing the Dao De Jing," Deng Chao asked with a winking and blinking expression.
Li Yunhui's sword directly slashed apart the yin Qi surrounding him. Without hesitation after cleaving the yin Qi, Li Yunhui thrust his sword straight at the malicious ghost in front of him.
In truth, You Jingyan had matured a great deal by now; at the very least, he had become much more responsible.
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