Volume 1, Chapter 27: The Incorrigible Prince of Qin

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"I'm not entirely sure myself; perhaps our spirits have been connected for a long time," Wang Dawei could only answer with a guess.

The monkeys, having lost their kin one after another, were finally enraged again. They paced frantically in circles, on high alert, but could not catch even a glimpse of Wu Di's shadow.

Wei Mi had not appeared, and Xiao Jin did not know why he had deliberately observed this.

After all, he was still just a pre-college student, and his only source of income was the Shanhai Bar. As luck would have it, the university had not yet started, and business along the entire Qingshui Street was in a lull. Trying to earn two thousand yuan in two days was truly a difficult task.

Ke Xue dared not voice these thoughts. It wasn't just that Luo Chuan would be angry; even he himself was blaming his own actions.

The two Great Immortals could understand this; after all, Xiao Jin had once been in that kind of relationship with Wei Mi, so it was perfectly reasonable for him to ask questions alone now that something had happened.

There was no need to mention Ying Zhao. He was a friend of the old man, and even after breaking away from the Shanhai lineage, he had at least not gone about stirring up trouble everywhere like Wei; instead, he had joined the MSS, which could be considered serving the country.

Luo Chuan could not say a word. His mood was complicated now, and he did not know how to respond to Wang Cheng's question.

She rummaged through my bag and found a cup of instant noodles. There was hot water in my thermos, so she prepared them and sat by the bed, waiting.

Regarding this question from Quan Yihan, truth be told, she did not know what to do either.

"His palm techniques are sharp, but if we surround him in numbers, we can still suppress him!" one of the ancient martial artists besieging Wang Fan said.

It turned out that the remnant soul of the Fiend Ancestor had long ago seen the weakness of the magic cannons: they relied on gathering spiritual energy to fire. However, the Fiend Ancestor's path was inherently capable of polluting spiritual energy and transforming it into malevolent energy, which explained why the magic cannons had failed.

Kecheng thought for a long time about how to explain things to Bai, but Bai was unwilling to know, effectively pushing back all the words he had prepared for so long.

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Mother Quan also knew what her husband was thinking. In fact, she felt that Shangguan Yue'er and Quan Yihan were a better match, as their families were well-matched in status, and most importantly, they looked happy together.

Upon hearing Mu Jingheng's words, Huo Hanxiao finally believed that Jiang Fanxing was pregnant and that he was going to be a father.

Seeing his two highly skilled bodyguards sent flying, Feng Tianda was shocked; he had not expected Lin Momo to hide such a powerful trump card.

"Old Sui, he is just an insignificant idler, why do you bother with him!" Liu Qing said honestly.

Huang Yingying immediately felt aggrieved and began rubbing her eyes with her hands, putting on a face as if she were about to cry.

The plainclothes officers were stunned once again. This thug... was he a martial arts master? Jumping up to the third floor in one go? This was a scene only seen in martial arts dramas; how were they supposed to catch him?

In any case, her cousin couldn't possibly stay at her house tonight and never leave. Not to mention whether her uncle and aunt would be willing to let her stay, even Yue Ziyang, the cousin-in-law-to-be, wouldn't agree to it, would he?

"Xiaoxiao, why don't you order? I've been away for so long that I'm not familiar with this place anymore." Xiao Shuqin smiled and handed the menu to her, her voice as gentle and clear as a mountain spring.

Listening to this, Lu Jingtian felt his eyes grow red. He had thought he would never see his descendants again, yet finally, he had. But having seen them, he watched them jump into a pit of fire while he remained powerless, a pain so deep he could not extricate himself.

The sudden emptiness in his palm sent a wave of loss through Xuan Tian. She still refused to accept him, or perhaps, she had never even considered accepting him.

Hall Master Yuan had come quietly to see Head Guard Cao. The two had always enjoyed a good relationship, and with Hall Master Yuan offering a heavy reward, it was hard to refuse. To cover their tracks, Head Guard Cao deliberately packed six chests, while the real golden melons were hidden elsewhere.

The peace of ordinary life was gone forever. Although the two of them were now at the sixth level of the Pulse-Forging stage, they still lived life keeping their heads down just to survive.

As the Poison Emperor's spirit and body became one, the spirit underwent a tremendous change. The old demons were too obsessed with the past and overlooked this.

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"This Divine Realm truly has infinite uses! Not bad, not bad! I wonder how heaven-defying it will be as I continue to cultivate in the future!" Shi Quan withdrew the Divine Realm. He found that he could hold it for at most another half an hour, which was already a decent result. Shi Quan was very satisfied with his first attempt.

He had gone out himself, but without Kemu—what was the point of escaping! Kemu must have run into trouble. He remembered that black mist; how terrifying that aura had been.

After obtaining the second volume, Meng Qi discovered that the contents within were not something to be mastered overnight. Thus, he set his mind at ease and simply persisted in following the instructions from the volume every day.

As the five hundred Ming cavalry approached within a hundred paces, Zhou Lin raised his sword, and his spurs dug deep into his horse's flank. The horse, feeling the pain, suddenly accelerated and charged toward the Huazhou infantry formation. The cavalry behind him did the same, and thus the charge began.

Purple mist rose from the campfire, and an ominous aura swept through the hall. The flames seemed to grow stronger, curling and forming a vortex over the firewood, coalescing into the shape of a face.

"Charles, the military is reaching in. What will they do? Should we voice our objections?" Erik did not want the military to intervene in matters concerning evolvers, especially since he had no affection for the military—a problem that had persisted from the Second World War to the present day.

They were capable of the heaven-defying feat of intercepting four thousand five hundred out of five thousand mortar shells fired.

After finally calming his mother down, he looked back at Mount Everest, but the scenery of the peak was already lost to sight.

A flower of blood blossomed on the sniper's forehead, and his body lunged forward, collapsing inside the guard tower's railing.

"Could it be the conversion of matter? Like alchemy in anime? Unfortunately, there is no matter conversion in alchemy in The Lord of the Rings." Wesley frowned.