Volume 1, Chapter 31: The Assassin Strikes!

A cold glint instantly flashed in Qi Wuxie’s eyes, filled with sheer disbelief! Zhao Haibo! The vice president of his father’s company! He was one of his father’s original partners when he first started the business. Having worked together for over a decade, he could be said to have watched Qi Wuxie grow up. "So, he was lying to me all along!" "If so, does he know something about the reason for my father’s death?" A sharp light flickered in Qi Wuxie’s eyes as a flurry of questions flooded his mind. Five years ago, after his father was framed and imprisoned, he had entrusted Zhao Haibo to investigate the matter in hopes of securing his father’s release. At the time, Zhao Haibo had run himself ragged for the cause, and Qi Wuxie had felt... "Tian Zifeng, don't think I'm afraid of you! You two, pull him away!" Li Sheng commanded the bodyguards beside him. Ever since subduing Jieyuan, Han Tuo had relied on it to turn perilous situations into safety time and again. With a cultivation base at the Da Luo Golden Immortal stage, he was an elite powerhouse in the current Immortal World; even a Quasi-Saint could not kill a Da Luo Golden Immortal in an instant. From the first doubt to the third, Li Yuanrong realized that the root cause was simply "why did I come to the East Thirteenth District?" Once that was explained, the subsequent mysteries and questions would naturally resolve themselves. Yet, no one could ignore that stunningly beautiful face; for a moment, quite a few people were left slightly dazed. Seeing the man find a burlap sack and prepare to stuff the child inside, Feng Qianyue condensed a trace of internal energy at her fingertip and flicked it toward the man’s knee. The Yueyue Net app began its internal testing. Both the staff within the Yueyue Net company and those at Li Qinshan’s firm had installed and started using it. The Great Freedom Golden Crow God Emperor smiled contemptuously, raised his right hand, and pinched the air, instantly dissipating countless bolts of lightning. "In the end, it was just my wishful thinking..." Bai Feimo lowered his head in silence, melancholic and heartbroken, with nowhere to vent his sorrow. Feng Qianyue turned around immediately, but upon seeing the child's attire, a crack appeared on her beautiful face.

Coroner Mo felt a flash of surprise upon seeing Feng Qianyue, then solemnly raised his hand in a salute. Upon reaching the restaurant, Cong Yi lunged at the food like a starving tiger, devouring it greedily. His table manners drew a stifled laugh from Ya Yi. Nordic royal handmade mattress, a quilt woven from velvet and mulberry silk—light, breathable, and silky smooth. Qing Zhi, in a rare departure from his usual habit, was not sleeping; he sat with his hands folded on the table, seemingly deep in thought. The man surnamed Yi flicked his sleeves gently, tilted his head, and looked the two over, saying, "Are you from the Huashan Sect?" At that time, Li Yijie and Nangong Xue were still dressed as wealthy young heirs, so he hadn't recognized them immediately, but considering how he had dodged their strikes, his movements did indeed follow the traditional patterns of Huashan martial arts. He spoke unrestrainedly, never feeling that his demeanor or actions would seem particularly strange in the eyes of others. Prince Fu nodded slightly and said, "I will explain to the two officials, Yaohua, you go back first." Shangguan Yaohua replied, "Yes," and then left calmly with the servants. Actually, it wouldn't have mattered if I hadn't shouted; everyone had an unspoken understanding to unleash their most powerful skills upon the poor ghoul. The crisp sound of mechanical operation echoed through the corridor. The silver-gray metal door slowly moved to the left, and infrared light flooded into the passage with a "swish." She didn't even need to act much; just by dressing to catch the eye and letting her emotions flow naturally, she could evoke empathy in others. The Lin family relied on them to save face, yet they despised their status as collateral descendants. Consequently, no household resources were prioritized for them; they weren't exactly mistreated, but the family wouldn't stick their necks out for a dead person either. Xue Ru, my tongue isn't as clumsy as it used to be. Whatever you do to me, I certainly won't show weakness. Upon arriving at the former residence of the Immortal Fate Cave Master—the Rebirth Pool Cave—they were stopped by the Profound Heaven Guards just as they reached the entrance. Profound Glue Wood is a Silver Star material with high resistance to ordinary fire, but when burned by beast fire, it drips liquid. Its most important use is for forging elastic wooden products; because of its excellent resilience, it has many applications. Dense cracking sounds of bones echoed in the palace. Yang Qingshan looked around and saw that the stone statues filling the hall were, for some reason, shattering one by one. Those ancient warriors, petrified for millions of years, were turning into ash; only a few powerful beings left behind remains. After a whole morning of work, Zhang Yanjian finally finished editing several photos and prepared the carefully crafted content. He posted it on the Yichuan City University forum, but while waiting for the results, he found that his posts were always in a state of "pending review," which left him quite depressed. However, to be targeted by four or five thousand people—either the opponent was too strong, or they didn't take him seriously at all? Or perhaps these people were just putting on a show to dominate him with their presence and gain some leverage? In Dengzhou City, the atmosphere suddenly grew tense. Many merchants who traded with the military camp outside the city suddenly noticed that the soldiers—who usually wore cold faces but were decisive with their payments—had vanished, as if the merchant handling the procurement had suddenly been replaced.

However, Ziyang’s strike was merely to distract the Demon Lord; he had already hidden his super-artifact firegun, ready for a fatal blow at any moment. If one paid attention to Yang Qingshan’s smile, they would notice his hair growing at an astonishing rate; that was because he had pushed the Law of Time to its absolute limit. Sharp earthen spikes suddenly erupted from the ground in front of Tiankong Xiang, tearing through the void with a buzzing sound, piercing toward his chest like bolts of lightning. Seeing the surprise on Lin Ziyou’s face as she looked around, Han Ge just smiled gently, not wanting to disturb her. Guyun cast a cold glance at Chu Xiangsi and quickly looked behind her. Sensing something amiss, Chu Xiangsi pinched a few silver needles between her fingers, ready to strike his acupoints. I don't want to make any desperate oaths to prove my efforts. To use a cliché: those who know I work hard don't need my explanation, and those who don't see it wouldn't care if I talked until my throat was raw. Jun Wuji held her tightly, his eyes fixed on hers, the flames in his gaze seemingly capable of incinerating a person. I don't want to leave a bad impression on Mingxin during the last few days I have left to spend with him, making him feel that his mother isn't a good person and only knows how to bully him. She quietly wiped away the tears she couldn't stop from falling and turned to look at Nanny Wang. Lu Feifan’s expression was stern; he professionally guided Ye Ziling in another direction. I meant that "thank you" from the bottom of my heart. After all, if it hadn't told me, I would have been kept in the dark about many things, and might not have even been able to protect my child. Beneath that straight, elegant nose, thin, sexy lips were slightly pursed, forming a perfect arc. Pang Weichong looked at Baoyue as if she were a jade statue; even the wind and snow could not conceal her dazzling radiance, and for a moment, he was struck dumb. At the end of the Shen hour, Pang Weichong arrived through the side gate, offered a few words of concern, and then shared what he knew so they could deliberate together.