Volume 1, Chapter 50: The General's Daughter Is Indeed Sharp-Tongued

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Fu Chenlie played with the lighter in his hand, his dark eyes deep and complex as if pondering something, yet he also looked somewhat absent-minded.

Song Wanwan felt it inexplicable. Opening WeChat, she discovered that the so-called Dr. Jin had indeed sent her several messages, the last one reading: "So impolite, deleted."

What about the people inside this Worm King Palace? Could someone be driven by greed to covet what belongs to others?

The man wore only a light blue shirt, the sleeves neatly rolled up to his elbows, revealing the sharp lines of his arms.

Liu Chanru had originally been angry that Chu Zhiyin managed to dodge her scheme, but prompted by this reminder, a plan instantly formed in her mind.

Lin Jun felt no regret. Armed with his system panel, even without relying on the Demon Nation, he would eventually destroy the Coiling Dragon Island. Taking a step back, he could at least ensure they no longer harbored any thoughts toward the lower realms.

Especially Yang Wan; as a vice palace master, she actually had no idea how such crucial items came to be, which was simply inexcusable.

"Sister Fang, I let Yuanyuan rest in her room. She stayed up late with me yesterday, waiting for updates, and only went to sleep after the preliminary report came out. She is aware of this news," Zhou Bai said with a hint of emotion.

A bunch of shrimp soldiers and crab generals were repairing a Suzhou-style classical garden nearby. Meanwhile, before Lin Ye and Duidui stood a magnificent dragon palace towering over a hundred meters high.

Fortunately, Xu Qingmo practiced the immortal-bestowed Longevity Art, allowing him to digest however much he ate; otherwise, he truly wouldn't have been able to consume this much.

In Wen Zixuan's view, Wen Jingwan had brought her death upon herself. Had she not harbored inappropriate ambitions, their grandmother would never have entertained such an idea. Did she not look at what kind of place that was—was it somewhere she could afford to be presumptuous?

Wen Qiongyuan felt a bit baffled, failing to understand why his son was looking at him with such a gaze. Sympathy? A son sympathizing with his father?

Wu Xie discovered that the taciturn Zhang Qiling truly recognized him, calling out to him, "Gloomy Bottle." Zhang Qiling gave him a slight nod in acknowledgment.

Residents of the headquarters began to evacuate in batches to various branch offices, whereupon the elites from all branches began to gather at the headquarters.

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"That old bastard wants to advance further in the martial Dao? Not a chance. Back then, my grandfather refused to bow his head, and as his grandson, I would rather die than disgrace him," I said decisively.

"I am old, truly old. This era belongs to the young," Dark King Rayleigh sighed.

"Right, right, right! I'll go sleep in the carriage. Why didn't I think of that just now?" Zhu Hong smacked his head hard.

The giant monkey's shoulder was struck once again by the heavy sword, blood gushing profusely from one of its arms as a large patch of fur was sliced off by Phantom. The hand gripping the chain instantly loosened, leaving only the other hand holding on as its body plummeted a great distance.

"What nerve is Yue Jian playing at? When did he ever tell the guards to leave?" Yang Yang pouted, looking extremely dissatisfied.

Luo Hao looked up to see a staircase passage, five or six meters wide and extending downward into the mountain's interior, right in the center of the peak. However, at the entrance, cyan lightning currents flickered, accompanied by several corpses nearby.

"The Dark Council has claimed this person," said Carami, the tenth elder of the Dark Council, in a very firm tone.

"Not necessarily." Chen Ruoxi smiled at that moment, pulling out a spiritual rhinoceros horn. The horn flashed with light as a voice emerged from within.

Supreme prodigies stood there in a daze. Long Jin Beiming, who had already attained the Dao and become an emperor, was actually no match for Long Qingchen in a single move?

Luo Hao was no fool; without orders from above, how could those police officers dare lock him up in the detention center?

The second and third elders, Tang Zongyuan, were both startled. They hadn't expected the Tang family's frigid abyss, which had always existed, to be this deep.

The others around them could not help but exchange glances. It turned out they had run into an acquaintance. A flash of surprise crossed Yan Leisheng's eyes; he hadn't expected these two to know each other.

However, the man in white behind Lei Yu let out a cough, causing Lei Yu's imposing aura to instantly recede.

Probing outward with her spiritual sense, she discovered that all the students, except for her, faced winds blowing from unfavorable directions. They were advancing against the gale, some with veins bulging on their faces!

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Tang Shan wrapped his arm around Xia Qiao, his face wretched as he pursed his lips, attempting to plant a kiss. Xia Qiao panicked, her hands flailing wildly to stop him.

One must know that the cut-open area was not very large. If high-ice-variety jadeite could truly be unsealed from there, its value would be at least twenty to thirty million. Of course, without cutting it completely open, no one could know what the interior of the gambling stone was like, but those two exposed faces alone were already enough to attract others.

And now that Qi Yu was speaking up, it was because she had already formulated a complete countermeasure. This world was not like her past life, where the forces behind the scenes were uncomplicated—where she could just kill someone and be done with it, saving a lot of trouble.

Most instances of murder and robbery were committed by this gang, so in terms of financial strength, this group was definitely number one.

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Yu had already rushed over impatiently, pressing her lips against the mouth she had been craving for so long.

"How is it, Zhou girl? Is Old Mo's technique difficult to learn?" Old Huang looked at Zhou Yiyun beside him and said with a smile.

Jin Feng nodded noncommittally. A mere Mo Ke was not something he took to heart. This time, coming to Minxong, aside from targeting Luo's Jewelry, what he truly worried about was the Zi family standing on the side of Luo's Jewelry.

The Great Tiger Sword had already reached Zhen Huashi's chest, yet Zhen Huashi arched his back backward at an unbelievable angle, performing a backflip within a limited range, his body as boneless as water.

So bloody that the Gulu soldiers by the cave entrance instinctively took a step back, looking in terror at the sword-wielding man ahead.

The inescapable net slowly compressed to the thickness of a water bucket. The Ghost King was directly compressed beyond recognition by the net. At this moment, he looked like a wooden club piled out of flesh, making it impossible to tell where his face or hands were. Moreover, the inescapable net continued to compress further.

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