Volume 1, Chapter 65: Crime Scene

Yet at this very moment, a subtle, almost imperceptible pulling force emerged. While the wisps of black qi had previously allowed Ao Hou to move through space as effortlessly as a fish in water, they now transformed into obstacles the moment he sought to leave.

Yuchi Gong and Cheng Yaojin both sharply drew in a breath of cold air. They were well aware of the utility of cement; it was a vital strategic resource of the Great Xia. Never had they imagined that it would be transported all the way to the plateau and fall into the hands of the Tibetans.

Even so, she still urged herself to find a way to inform Jiang Zhirong that her heart would never change.

The entire Ghost Realm mountain range suddenly experienced a violent tremor, as though the mountains were about to split apart, instilling a sense of impending doom.

Among the three thousand guests of the Purple Palace, he was merely an inconspicuous member, yet he drifted with the current and was accepted by Hongjun as a nominal disciple.

She lowered her head, not immediately giving chase, as she wondered inwardly: for the sake of a bead that could bring comfort, was doing this truly worth it?

Crack! Thud! The sound of glass shattering against a head rang out simultaneously with the muffled impact of trauma to the chest.

Mofan opened his eyes. Through the hazy steam, a long-haired man not far away was gazing at him.

The green elevator indicator light flickered and pulsed erratically as if infected by a virus, shifting continuously between different numbers.

Everyone nodded in agreement, and even Jiang Huanyu's expression turned serious. Without further ado, Jin Ze took the lead and stepped right into it.

Wen Yiming nodded; this was precisely the behavior characteristic of sixteen or seventeen-year-olds in their rebellious phase. With low self-awareness and suppressed by both parents and school, they invariably preferred to confront problems with a rebellious attitude. It was entirely normal.

Because both of them had experienced the last battle firsthand, they had witnessed it clearly. The soldiers of Ma Chao's Liangzhou army stated that what terrified them was neither King Mulu nor Lord Jiedai. Rather, it was precisely those hundred savage beasts and the elephant corps of the Bana Cave. Aside from these, there truly was nothing else capable of dealing with the Liangzhou army.

Upon reflection, he felt no great regret. After all, compared to his own pride, he cared far more about his side's military campaign—this was a certainty. At that moment, although Lei Tong was busy leading his troops in a hasty retreat, it had to be said that his mood remained quite pleasant.

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. I have work to do, so stop disturbing me." Luo Feng waved his hand and set to work on the task at hand. Liu Ming had already taken up far too much of his time.

Shen Yanran stood there in a daze. She knew Xu Muwan's strength all too well; she was the senior sister she had always longed to surpass, even formidable than Shangyang by a margin. Yet, even someone of her caliber had been defeated by Lin Yue in a single move.

Ling Yuxin fixed her beautiful eyes on Wen Yiming, inwardly sighing at his exceptional discernment. It seemed he still had no idea what kind of person Fatty Fei truly was.

The forward speed of the Zhongji-class space fortress slowly decreased. Even in the boundless expanse of space, one could faintly perceive a vast expanse of purplish-red flying toward them from the distance.

By this point, anyone could see the truth: these people had laid a trap long ago, simply waiting for Lu Jue to walk right into it. Jiang Huan looked at Lu Jue with mounting anxiety, his gaze clearly reflecting the deep worry churning within his heart.

Lin Kuang looked at Yiyun, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in his eyes. True to form, this fellow never played by conventional rules, leaving him with no means to restrain him now.

After speaking with Lu Jue, Lu Yin found it difficult to sit still. Following a moment of bitter struggle and hesitation, he donned a gray cloak, took hold of an oiled paper umbrella, and paced back and forth in the snow as if waiting for someone.

Nine-Grade Soup of the Supreme Culinary God. Seven glowing characters leaped into his view, accompanied by an overwhelming aura of supreme arrogance.

This, too, was the reason why Ye Xinan had promised Xiao Tianqiong not to target the Luo Tian Star Domain during the trials. The influence of Huayi Academy was by no means negligible.

This trace of flawlessness made him feel extremely uncomfortable, to the extent that he had consistently failed to deduce a complete ancient character.

"Haha, your blood is simply too delicious!" Zoge stretched out his tongue to lick the golden blood from the blade, revealing a look of gratified perversion.

Brother Climax scraped the plate clean, disgustingly sticking out his tongue to lick it dry, and then licked his lips with lingering appetite before going back to work, fully satisfied.

An army of thirty thousand launched a full-scale charge, their battle line stretching long across the shallow waters. Column after column of soldiers scrambled ashore, raising their shields with loud thuds and clatters to block a barrage of arrows.

Decades of accumulated prestige caused those who had contemplated how to speak to fall silent once more. Yet, just as they remained quiet, Han Qi spoke up.

Three figures in black converged by the stream, seemingly conferring in low voices. Moments later, the three dispersed: one headed upstream, one downstream, while the remaining one searched the immediate vicinity.

After He Luan lapsed into a momentary daze, Pang De's looping saber was already thrusting right before him, the blade bypassing his wide door-panel shield. The door-panel saber had granted He Luan absolute defense, yet it had also obstructed his line of sight; by the time he noticed the looping saber, his horse's head had already plummeted to the ground.

Remaining at Arsenal would allow him to learn from Bergkamp and his teammates, and Wenger was exceptionally skilled at coaching players.

Big brother, I've decided to come find you! Qin Zhen raised her head, whispering the words in her heart toward the crescent moon.

Ultimately, I did not let her support me again. In truth, during this period I had grown far too close to Lu Yingxue, a fact that even Mao Tai kept reminding me of.

What was even more absurd was that he called Ji Duheng "Uncle Heng," while Ji Duheng in turn called him "godmother-master"—such a relationship was truly indescribable.

He had been wondering how to lure a high-tier demon over and finish it off, never expecting that the adversary would deliver itself right to his doorstep.

Even Shaparev himself failed to react right after scoring the goal. He had merely acted on instinct, never anticipating that it would actually go in.