Chapter 38: The Car Accident, First Encounter

"I can't be bothered to talk to you!" Lu Hao tossed this remark over his shoulder and walked away.

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Sang Yu had just finished submitting her manuscript and was leaving the newspaper office. Suddenly, she saw a young girl run out onto the road just as a car came speeding toward her from the distance. Sang Yu’s pupils constricted, and she immediately sprinted in the girl’s direction. Watching the car closing in, she gritted her teeth, grabbed the little girl, and rolled to the other side. A cry erupted from the crowd.

However, when he saw a cultivator steadily advancing up the ten-thousand-step staircase, his eyes narrowed once more.

When his two great strategists spoke, Cao Cao did not immediately react. However, generals like Yue Jin, Li Dian, and Cao Ren secretly shook their heads. Given the strength of Guangling City and the defenses of the Flying Swallow Army, the Cao army truly had no certainty of capturing it within a few days; moreover, the enemy's morale was currently at its peak.

The newspaper was very thin. The front page featured an oversized "Extra" headline, and the accompanying image showed the Tower of Wealth still engulfed in flames. The angle was a high-altitude bird's-eye view, clearly captured from a goblin aircraft.

If this were the case, even the Shangguan family, which held a transcendent position in Hangzhou, would likely not be able to speak of it.

"Being so timid won't help you evade the eyes and ears of the Saint Ancestor. Perhaps in the next moment, the clash between Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin will land right beside you, or perhaps you will be caught in the middle and crushed like an insect," the great monster’s voice rose again, like a bucket of cold water poured mercilessly over Ye Han’s head.

"That's enough. Keep this thing safe, and just tell her how to accept the mission," Chen Feng said, pointing at the white crane to cut off Li Hong.

"Password!" As they reached the end of the dozens of steps, the two Japanese soldiers guarding the staircase stiffened, their voices sharp and sinister as they shouted the command.

Seeing how popular Lin Yifeng was, Zhang Ziqi felt very happy; a sense of pride welled up within her.

He still did not know how many clones Donald possessed. If there happened to be a voyeur among them, that would be quite troublesome. However, he was a complete stranger to this guy; they had only just bumped into each other. Could it be that he felt slighted after being kicked out by the shopkeeper and had come to cause trouble for him instead?

Wu Feng understood Ji Jingxi and knew that he would not miss an appointment unless absolutely necessary. Therefore, when he saw no one emerge from the quiet room as noon approached, he knew what he had to do next.

He had already clashed with Lin Lang earlier, and during the competition, Lin Lang would surely keep a close eye on him.

The sword style in Xu Qingteng’s hand shifted, becoming significantly more fierce. They had originally thought that as long as they found Feng Siniang and uncovered the identity of the master of the Heavenly Sect, the Xiaoyao Marquis, they would succeed; they never expected that Shen Bijun would also come to the Doll Manor.

Naturally, because of this wondrous quality, many cultivators in the past would hunt these demonic hawks to extract their third eye, which could then be refined into a treasure capable of breaking through formations.

Jiang Lingling had been accosted by Lin Lang twice in one day in the same place; it had to be said that this was an incredible coincidence.

She was still human, yet this future queen of the merfolk held such an innocent heart.

This was originally the command post for Chen Jian, but because it was late, Chen Jian had already left to sleep.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but feel skeptical. In truth, she knew the other party's character; he was a man who dared to take responsibility for his actions. After she had been so sarcastic toward him, he had no reason to quibble. Could it really have been caused by sleepwalking?

In fact, the most common method was to use a specialized machine to identify medicinal materials, but no such device was provided here; the apothecaries had to rely on their own judgment.

As soon as he lifted his hand, a sharp pain made his whole body tremble. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and before he knew it, his face had turned deathly pale, his eyes growing dim.

Zeger threw the gun away in disgust. Indeed, ordinary firearms in the hands of ordinary people had no accuracy. One needed "Observation Haki"—or at least the rudimentary form of Haki—to perceive and account for the vibrations of the bullet, air resistance, and other factors to achieve any real sniping effect.