Chapter 62: Tension.

After finishing these words, the department director put on an expression as if everything he did was entirely for Smelyan's own good.

Smelyan, however, did not glance at him even once throughout the process, acting as though he cared nothing about what was being said. This left the department director, who had hoped to use this opportunity to sneer and mock him, completely unable to see the desired reaction on Smelyan's face.

Feeling as though he had thrown a heavy punch only to hit a soft pile of cotton, he found the sensation deeply frustrating.

"Regarding the words of your superior leader, is there anything you need to ex—"

As flashes of fire erupted one after another, Jiang Donghuan felt several scorching air currents sweep past his sides.

Aside from "Falling Thunder Month" and the "All-Purpose Magic House," the two rewards that had brought wave after wave of pleasant surprises to Yejia, the system had just prompted another additional reward. That was the identity of the "Lord of the Far North Territory of Hartbird."

However, the Heavenly Demon Sect maintained strict rules, and this hall master would never dare to conceal the situation; otherwise, his fate would be far more miserable than death.

The Heavenly Dao shut down the display monitor. Pangu's consciousness, which was Hongjun at this moment, felt extremely nervous. Although he was the Heavenly Dao, he could not fully represent it; he was merely an administrator of the Heavenly Dao system. If Qin Feng were to become the incarnation of the Great Dao, he would personally take charge of the Heavenly Dao system, leaving no value for his own continued existence.

Summer put his arm around Gong Li's waist, Carina Lau hugged Summer's arm, while Tsang Wah-wah and Sandra Ng served as each other's walking sticks. The group laughed merrily and foolishly.

Krystal Jung's face was also flushed red, because unlike her sister, she truly shared that kind of intimate relationship with Jiang Donghuan, making the resulting associations inevitably carry a sense of reality.

Brilliant light circulated—bright yet gentle—driving the statue to continuously transform until it finally solidified into a cane.

Lin Yichean casually raised his wrist computer for a glance, smiled inwardly, and then closed that message.

Because Wind Hidden had suddenly accelerated, Yejia could not completely dodge the blade of the flame sword and could only raise his broken machete in a backhand block.

To be reasonable, from the perspective of an ordinary person, his previous actions had already constituted both mental and physical torture toward the other party. How this should ultimately be brought to an end was something Jiang Donghuan was still considering.

"Steady," said Zhang Nianzu. He knew that with A-San's driving skills, it would be difficult to shake off anyone. Not only was there half a ton of drugs in the car now, but there was also a tied-up A-Si. If they didn't run, there was still a chance they could muddle through; once they ran, it would be completely over.

French goods were expensive, French goods were of poor quality, and French goods offered no cost performance, yet after the national doors opened in the late 1970s, the Eastern procurement still consisted mostly of French goods.

When that earthquake happened twenty years ago, Lu Cheng was eight years old, Chi Huai and Chi Zhan were only four and a half, and she herself was merely a baby who had just learned to speak.

The next second, blessed by the Yangping Zhi Dou Gong Seal, three paper talismans shone with a golden light that illuminated Zhang Lu.

Lin Zhou furrowed his brow slightly, committing the words of the Queen Mother of the West to memory, and then used his divine sense to carefully wrap around the snow lotus, plucking it right out of the painting.

Under the flickering night lights, the shadows of the two figures seemed to intertwine as well, trembling softly.

"In other words, Xiao Tian's script scene was deliberately placed at the scene by the murderer. Their purpose is to make us notice that Xiao Tian has gone missing, and to draw our attention to the fact that Xiao Tian's disappearance is inseparable from Southern Four and the others." Tang Luo also realized that Xiao Tian's script would appear at the crime scene, only now his certainty was greater than his previous analysis.

Following the sheet music, Yan Huan easily hummed the first line of lyrics and immediately widened her eyes.

All the personnel had arrived. Sitting in the front row were still the mentors responsible for evaluating this program, while the audience area was located behind them.

Just halfway through his stretch, Lei Mulin looked past Luke and happened to see three figures in black robes walking toward him.

"The wine has been drunk, let's eat the dishes; if we don't eat now, they'll get cold," the nanny urged. She certainly didn't want to go up against old wine-guzzler Granny Xu on an empty stomach, so eating something to line her stomach first was the safer bet.