Volume 1, Chapter 48: Yamen Runners Arrive to Collect Debts

However, everyone's understanding of gunpowder explosions was limited to textbooks, history books, and television.

After having lunch together at Zheng Shuangling's place, Jiang Changsheng and Meng Jia drove back to the village.

Lu Zimeng trembled with anger. Coming from a prestigious medical family and having become an attending physician before the age of thirty, she had actually been cursed as a quack?

Just as she stepped down the stairs, a sudden roar erupted as an intense fire surged upward from the eighth floor, transforming into a fiery dragon that swallowed the entire emergency stairwell.

Gasps echoed among the audience as the robots landed on the stage, striking various poses.

Yet in this world, Qiao Simei had spent two years in the military camp. By the time she reencountered Qi Chengwei, it was already after he had been dishonorably discharged. Even under such circumstances, Qiao Simei could still fall infatuated with a man like this.

However, this substance could only be extracted from jellyfish on the night of a full moon, and the extraction process required absolute silence and focus, otherwise, it might trigger a dangerous backlash.

Lifting his head to look at Shisui's worried expression, he offered a bitter smile, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and explained with a sigh and a shake of his head.

Amidst the crisscrossing, maze-like alleys lay the slums of this city, home to at least tens of thousands of people.

Seeing that Cheng Rong had snatched the red envelope from [My Deity is Fluffy] and then gone offline without even testing its authenticity, Ning Ning waited for a while with no response, figuring she wouldn't get any results tonight.

Wu Mian's expression remained entirely unchanged. Fixing his gaze on Hao Ge's every move, he countered with a backhand strike, clashing his short sword against the opponent's in a direct confrontation.

The Niu family was extremely busy entertaining the entire village. With everyone occupied with the banquet, no one noticed that she had returned early.

Yet Lu Chengfu was genuinely a good person who had risked his life to save him several times, making it impossible for him to break through the defenses deep within his heart.

With a turn of the steering wheel, the jeep left the hospital entrance and headed toward the restaurant beside the department store.

Yinzhan shuddered, burying her head even lower. Her mind was in complete chaos; she simply did not dare to look Hua Xie directly in the eyes.

At that moment, Qi Hao's phone suddenly rang. Feeling guilty as a thief, Qi Hao hung up instantly without a second thought.

Yinzhan found it somewhat strange. Although the other party had provoked them first, they hadn't gained any advantage and instead had been beaten quite severely. Why would Yazai be that furious?

The Mu family's courtyard was spacious yet devoid of any ornamentation, stacked only with various kinds of timber, though the quantity was small.

Moreover, Kumu Long's light-attribute abilities not only provided healing but also removed negative statuses such as fatigue, fear, and pain. The enforcement squad members treated by Kumu Long were all restored to their absolute peak condition.

A wave of heat surged into Yang Que's palm, sending his internal spiritual Qi rampaging in disorder. He retreated a few more steps as a sweet taste rose in his throat, and with a muffled sound, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"What? Come back to life? But the heart..." A look of joy flashed across Li Ye's face. Of course he would be happy to hear he could survive, but upon second thought, he felt it was impossible.

Lance snapped his head around, only to find that his surroundings had suddenly become empty. Looking around, he saw only tall, cold cypress trees everywhere, with no other figures in sight except for the mutated Valerie.

"Hahahahaha," a burst of wild laughter erupted from the black-clad man's mouth. After laughing for a moment, the lewd expression on his face suddenly vanished, replaced by an extreme chill, his gaze resembling that of a madman.

Consequently, our group had no choice but to change locations, allowing the conversation between the uncle and me to continue.

"I'm leaving. Go to sleep early, and remember to lock the door." He reached to fasten the last few buttons, patted around in vain, and after looking around, saw her pointing awkwardly at the floor. Wang Bo gave a wry smile and could only let his collar hang open, fortunately still wearing a vest underneath.

Falcao had thought it through thoroughly, but before he could fully execute his plan, Baines bent forward, his left foot quickly pushing forward as he delivered a precise through ball right past Dawson.

Moggi ignored Richard's taunts. An old man born in 1937 would certainly not lose his temper over Richard's sarcastic retorts; on the contrary, he responded with mockery to Richard's petty tactics of trying to provoke him.

Facing this kind of personality in Yan Chixia, Cao Zinuo did not argue any further. He simply drew closer to the campfire, grabbed some food and wine to share with Yan Chixia, and simultaneously articulated some of the less-than-rigorous fusion points between esoteric arts and martial Dao found within his Sword of Faith.

With a soft step, the purple-robed elder felt his entire body grow light, and in an instant, all the oppressive weight vanished like smoke. Swaying slightly underfoot, he panted heavily as he looked back to see a youth step forward. The elder's pupils constricted slightly; he bowed in salute before retreating unsteadily toward the back.

Whether it was destiny's fortune or the aura of misfortune, neither could be truly destroyed—they could only be sealed. With the space here limited, under the fierce onslaught of the fortune energy, a considerable portion of the misfortune aura immediately leaked out from the Orb of Fortune and dissipated into the air.

As it turned out, being together as a family like this was such a wonderful thing. In the past, she had been willing to stay in China just to accompany Qin Yaying; later on, due to her work, she had neglected many beautiful things around her.

The steady Fan Jichuan was also startled by this sword beam, which brushed right past his toes, the razor-sharp wind generated by it causing a stinging pain in his feet.

At this moment, watching Liu Zhengming's obnoxious expression, a cold gleam flashed through Fang Qing's eyes. If she still couldn't see through Liu Zhengming's petty intentions by now, she wouldn't truly be Fang Qing.