Volume 1, Chapter 49: Reporting to the Authorities is Useless

Huaijiang Enterprise had numerous branch offices, all of which had been renamed and transformed into branches of other fragrance companies, leaving only the original, earliest company in the old city district.

Against a Darius, a Wukong stood no chance of melee combat in the early game. Although Bian Lang was a new trainee at the martial arts school, Qin Mo did not dare to take him lightly; his E skill, Soul Blaze, combined with a Doran's Ring, was the most perfect choice to counter the Noxian Darius.

On the screen, there were no cumbersome skill chains, nor any flashy mobility for chasing. The exact moment another Q skill, Decimate, came off cooldown, a spinning axe sliced across Yasuo, instantly followed by the R skill, Noxian Guillotine, cleaving downward.

That evening in Nandun, they had indeed witnessed Lu Wanwan in action; wielding a spatula and a wok, she moved practically like a human cannonball.

Next, the white-haired elder made his move, entering a realm of no-oposition, executing several successive brilliant plays as the advantage swung back around.

"Nonsense." The thick-browed Taoist's words made Dou Chang'an's ears calloused, and the arrogant man, who always spoke whatever came to mind, was no exception this time.

Regret was regret, but he still sped up to catch up. After all, having been born together in the thunder tribulation, the two of them were already grasshoppers tied to the same rope.

With that, Su Zimo abruptly turned around. The moment he turned, he used his spiritual energy to dry the tears in his eyes, got into his Bugatti Chiron, and drove away.

Thinking of this, his expression darkened. As the core disciple and senior brother of the Blazing Sun Sect, his innate talent was of the top tier, and he had even condensed a superior-grade golden core. Yet, the thought of the legendary monstrous prodigies who had condensed top-grade golden cores filled his heart with unease.

Just as Ji Ying finished changing Xu Nianhua's clothes, she saw Xu Nianhua's expression of intense pain, with tears constantly flowing from the corners of her eyes.

Eyes shimmering with a strange purple light stood out particularly in the dark night. This person was none other than Xia Mian.

Meanwhile, Jing Wu's heart was also churning with turbulent waves. When she had hidden just now, she hadn't noticed that someone in green was also there. So, was the person in green hiding in the side chamber behind her at that time?

The owner of the east-side fabric shop and the worker from the vegetarian restaurant stood nearby, looking at her at a loss.

What kind of feelings did he truly harbor for Yun Mengrou? Yet deep down in his heart, there had never been an answer, which forced Tang Xiao to draw parallels to the tragic fate of Tang San in the original plot.

"Lü Wu, Lü Wu, I'm awake. I need to go to the First Mistress's place." In fact, Jing Wu had been raised under Lü Wu's care all along.

Gu Qingyuan's brows and eyes were slightly cold; someone who was usually gentle, once turning stern, proved far more intimidating than ordinary people. He picked up the handbag that had fallen to the ground, patted the dust off it, and walked toward the old man.

Hearing the term "my precious darling," Ning Rongrong was first startled, and then felt a sweet warmth well up in her heart.

Where is human trust? You are someone who has shared the same pair of trousers with me, yet you would swear such a vicious oath.

Gongsun Long, however, cared not a whit. Over the years, hadn't he heard far harsher insults?

This Qi-Nurturing Pill was simply heaven-defying; a single pill had actually stabilized Ning Fuchen's cultivation realm at the late stage of the Qi Condensation Fourth Layer.

Master Lin's reputation had been extremely hot lately—not just recently, but exceptionally blazing for the past few months, during which he had pulled off all sorts of earth-shattering deeds.

"Dean Huang, these children are almost ready now, except for thirty-five of them whose physical conditions cannot be healed by medical arts alone. Usually, show them a little more care and don't let them feel inferior," Lin Fan said.

These Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagrams were merely probing attacks. Ye Chen stomped his foot, and instantly another Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram surged forth—one that was distinctly different from the previous ones.

When he first began to speak, everyone wore an attentive expression on their faces, though what they were thinking in their hearts, no one could tell.

The rest of the people were basically just running alongside to make up the numbers. Take Anna, for example; her purpose was simply to complete the heir's trial to prove herself, rather than genuinely desiring the throne.

"I want the country. But the beauty, I will never let go either." Chu Xuanzhi narrowed his eyes, his voice as cold as the thick layer of ice upon the Pool of Destined Affinity.

Diao Bo, on the other hand, kept questioning from the side, asking all sorts of tricky questions. But since it was a genuine assassination attempt, he could not find any suspicious flaws.

Spiritual objects could be consumed in numerous ways; items like spiritual fruits and spiritual flowers could mostly be swallowed directly. However, the majority of spiritual objects, especially high-grade ones, required other methods—the most common being refining them directly with true fire, while soaking them in spiritual water was also a fairly frequent approach.

Having applied the black liquid twice, his left eye had undergone two transformations, and Lin然's physical fitness had grown far stronger than before. Even though he still carried injuries on his body at the moment, it was definitely incomparable to his previous state.

Fan Ye replied, "Everything is ready. The inscribed plaques bestowed by Emperor Kangxi and Emperor Yongzheng have been displayed in the central hall."

His living environment must have been harsh; otherwise, his Mother Qin would not have made "You must rely entirely on yourself" the opening sentence of her last will and testament.

Because this was the capital of Annam, while the army outside was led by the Prince of Yong, and there were also massive numbers of Ming forces stationed around. This naturally handed Mạc Đăng Dung an excuse: the Mạc troops were Annamites first, and the Mạc family's army second.

Every abnormal action conceals a demon. However, when Huo Ziyin caught sight of the ventilation duct not far away, everything finally became clear to him.

Yet the further down they advanced, the more chilled and terrified they felt. In the end, they could scarcely even hear the sounds around them.

Yet at this moment, under the influence of the Ghost Eye, Ray Xiu could still perceive a multitude of details: that very ghost was bleeding all over its body, and with every step the entity took, fresh blood dripped continuously.

Not letting Hu Xuli and Xiao Tiandao down, right where their gazes fell, a slender figure in green robes slowly emerged from the wind and snow, swaying with lotus-like steps.

The mountain road twisted and wound continuously; though it looked close, in reality, they had circled through several massive loops in the mountains.

Hearing Linyin say this, a chill crept over the few of them, and none of them dared to imagine the most terrifying possibility—that Kongyu might already be dead.

Meanwhile, in the ancestral hall of the Marquis of Jin's estate's western courtyard, Murong was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue chanting scriptures. After Jiang Huai's death, she fell gravely ill, and upon recovering, she came every single night to chant scriptures and pray for her.

Jiang Huai's expression was cold and aloof. It seemed these two were not to be trifled with, and she had no desire to stir up trouble. Raising the mechanical bracer on her right hand, she shot a steel needle whistling straight toward the bearded man's temple.

"Haha! This might just be a kind of tacit understanding!" Jun Yixi said, arching an eyebrow as he pulled a pill from his waist and placed it on the plate beside Shen Junxiu.

Zhou Yuanyuan was even more pathetic; she could barely speak coherently and trembled incessantly. Her legs shook without stopping, and she too had been frightened to the point of incontinence, staining her trousers. Terror was plastered across her face, completely devoid of her former arrogance.