Volume One, Chapter 57: Securing the Homestead Land

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Yan Yuanfan did not quite agree with Zheng Changdong's approach. Perhaps Zheng Changdong had held a high position for too long, his eyes blinded by many things, and he failed to see the truth with his heart.

Having been college roommates with Ye Sheng for four years, how could she not understand Ye Sheng's personality? Ye Sheng had never lost her temper in her life.

The Cult of Mist was obsessed with creating chaos. With the night of the eclipse fast approaching, these trolls would certainly not miss it.

That lazy yet alluring voice seemed to possess the hypnotic magic capable of piercing straight through the soul, traveling from her ear deep into her heart, where it slowly subsided and left a dormant brand stamped upon the deepest recesses of her soul.

Forcibly fed a mouthful of public romance, Mu Qingge grew increasingly irritated. He raised the tip of his sword to point at Ruan Meng, his lips tightening into a rare, rigid line.

At that moment, a ursine roar echoed from the riverbank, accompanied by a piercing, miserable scream that startled the birds into flight.

Everyone panicked instantly, and then proceeded to spill every single detail of how Feng Tonghai had used his position to let his son freeload off company resources numerous times.

Ming Si clearly had not expected me to say such words. He looked slightly surprised for a moment, but then smiled, encouraging me to continue with a very gentle voice.

At this moment, the entire hall was permeated with the scent of blood—both Jun Wuji's blood and his own.

Poised and graceful, exceptionally polite, and on great terms with Xinliang, they were another pair of wonderful best friends.

A few beads of cold sweat broke out on Ranor's forehead. He shook his head vigorously, as if trying to chase away all the ominous thoughts.

Just then, a familiar voice came from outside the door. Lin Peng looked up and saw Fu Qiang walking toward him, carrying a bag of fruit.

Wasting all her time on her would make her feel that it was an utterly worthless endeavor, and Zhang Qiangwei simply did not possess enough influence to command so much of her time for idle chatter.

Seeing this, Qing Yuanling spoke up first. Originally, he wanted to say, "You haven't even managed to refine a single Revolving Pill all these years," but upon second thought, he decided to spare Xue Qi some face. After all, the other person had just suffered such a massive blow; there was no need to add fuel to the fire.

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"I..." The words lingered on the tip of her tongue. Initially, she wanted to ask again, but figuring Bo Yanhe would react just as he had before, she decided against it.

Hearing just this single sentence, Nan He froze. She had not expected that what Zi Qingyang wanted to talk about was something from so long ago.

Back then, the personnel at WES headquarters always considered themselves an elite class and looked down tremendously on the branch members. When cooperating with them on missions, they acted like superior officers, constantly bossing the branch staff around and nitpicking everything with a supreme, condescending attitude.

A spirit radiating white light materialized around Bo Yaru. Upon recognizing the face of the person before him, he was struck with terror. Before he could utter a word, he was struck down to the ground with a single palm strike.

Witnessing the scene before him, the middle-aged man felt his hair stand on end, yet he forced himself to speak with a hard edge. The Candle Dragon slowly turned its head, a look of utter disdain surfacing on its face.

Qin Baiyu froze for a few seconds, saying nothing. He certainly wouldn't tell Su Ran that his recent state of mind was an absolute mess, and that he had left just to sort things out. Giving her freedom and letting An'er visit every day was not a plot to destroy her hopes with his own hands either.

In reality, up until now, Qin Ping had only received reply letters from Northern Mao and Greater Daehan.院 The other nations that Dean Lin claimed would come—including the United States—were far from certain.

Those four magical treasures were originally obtained by Tian Le during the grand tournament, and they were meant to be kept for these two fellows all along.

Hearing Su Ran's irritated voice, Yang Runrong sighed helplessly, wanting to explain himself to her, yet having no idea how to begin.

Though he coughed a few times due to the surging blood within his chest, the fighting spirit in his eyes grew only more intense.

However, if the funding genuinely came from overseas, even knowing who pulled the strings would leave them utterly powerless against the culprit.

Ge Jiahui delivered the message as requested, but Tong Zhaoxin remained as steadfast in his judgment as ever. He believed they should wait for Saili Technology to drop to a satisfying trough before pulling out.

"Old monster, don't forget that this deity represents the passing of the torch of inheritance. Could I possibly deceive you?" Seeing that Shura the Great still remained unwilling, Huoji stepped forward and said with dissatisfaction.

Liang Qiao stared in astonishment at everything unfolding before her, inwardly giving a silent thumbs-up as she marveled at her utter admiration for Su Ran.

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Yet Liu Jiahuan, driving the bulldozer right at the vanguard, completely ignored him. Instead, he adjusted the steering wheel and charged straight toward the second row of factory buildings in the courtyard, perhaps too consumed by the roaring noise of the engine to notice Pan Hongjiang's shouts at all.

No way. Come what may, she still had a chance; stop looking at her with that gaze, it made her heart flutter with anxiety.

"..Once I kill him, I can finally be free! Otherwise, you people will definitely be hauling me in day in and day out, hehe!" Liu Liansan wore a seemingly carefree smile at the corner of his mouth, though it barely masked a profound regret as he spoke.

The workshop was massive, more than twice the size it had been when Jiang Xue first started renovating it. Walking all the way through left her somewhat fatigued. Jiang Xue prepared to stop and rest, but right at that moment, her vision went completely black, and her body collapsed toward the ground.

When Molok first joined the mercenary group years ago, he went on his very first mission. His ship collided with the enemy vessel, triggering an explosion, and both sank into the depths.

"How did this hand get injured? Let me see." Mother Si spotted the scars on the child's palms; though healed, the marks remained strikingly clear.

Bruises already marred the corners of Ji Qianchen's mouth. He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, and then, he smiled.

Who could have possibly anticipated that the newcomer was actually Cao Da, the front-stage big boss of Colorful World in the county town and the golden-gloved enforcer of the Bai family from the provincial capital?

He swept the beam of his flashlight all around the construction site, only to discover Wuming lying lifelessly on the ground, apparently dead.

Xizhi still did not dare to raise her eyes, only nodding in agreement: "Mm, it's already healed," her shy appearance completely exposed. "Oh? Just now, I heard this young lady say—why is it that whenever you see me, you run away in fright? Am I truly that terrifying?" Luo Yu asked with a smile.

The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became, cold sweat streaming down his forehead drop by drop. Yet he failed to notice that his fellow disciples, who usually crowded around him, were now subconsciously maintaining a certain distance from him.

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