24. The Death of Tanaro (Bonus Chapter for 1,000 Comments)

In the blink of an eye, the strange stab missed the back of Liang Mama’s heart by half a finger’s breadth and instead pierced the spine of Ji Tuzi, who was leaping forward.

Shangguan Shi sat on the sofa, lightly patting his thigh. He had already received the relevant information long ago. For a veteran like him in this circle, almost nothing could be concealed, especially not something of such magnitude.

The control room and the operation console had a total of twenty seats; after everyone had taken their places, five seats remained vacant.

Seizing the opportunity, Yuan Ling clasped his hands in a gesture of formation. A golden light shot into the whirlwind, striking the spatial rift fiercely, forcing it to retreat and revealing a small gap just large enough to pass through.

“Not only is his hearing exceptional, but his eyesight and sense of smell are also extraordinarily sharp. This skill has saved us many times,” said Blue Fox, his eyes lighting up as he spoke of the Dragon Thorn.

The man in the black robe said, “Don’t be so eager. Let me first see if you truly have the qualifications.” With that, a formidable aura radiated from him.

Unexpectedly, a few words made them the target of everyone’s hostility. If so many people charged at them at once, could they still survive?

Murong Qingwan’s body stiffened slightly. She looked up with tear-filled eyes at the man who had long since departed. “Your Majesty…” she reached out to touch his sharply defined profile. “I thought you had left in anger.” She sniffled softly, her voice barely a whisper.

Lü Fei had originally wanted to ask Wang Tian not to come. But after some thought, she decided not to make the call herself and left the decision entirely to Wang Tian. She always felt that Wang Tian was different from ordinary people and that it was best not to interfere.

She felt a twinge of regret, silently chastising herself for regressing as she aged. While Lin Langzhong was preparing the prescription, she hurried forward, eyes wide, muttering, “Don’t prescribe bitter ginseng, don’t prescribe bitter ginseng,” which made everyone laugh.

When the eldest sister died in battle, when their mother fell in war, when their younger sister was unexpectedly murdered, he had endured such panic, fear, and sorrow.

But when he thought of drawing spiritual energy into himself, refining it within his dantian, then channeling it back into Miaomiao’s body, a flush of embarrassment rose to his cheeks.

The moment they stepped inside, they felt the difference from the outside—the temperature, the scent—all exuding an exceptionally comfortable sensation.

“Sigh…” Qiao Xin let out a long breath. She simply lacked the courage to call Xiao Rui and ask why he had been transferred to Longmen Town as mayor.

“This is a junior from our school; the one who bought the painting is from her family,” Su Nian explained.

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Their income came mainly from three sources. The foremost was ticket sales for the Olympics—from the opening ceremony to various events during the games, culminating in the closing ceremony tickets. This was their primary revenue stream.

Later, the company was opened up and transformed into the country’s largest market research firm, possessing considerable authority.

For some reason, ever since she saw so many modern elements in the ancient era and knew that the suspicious senior was an empress, her first instinct was to lay low and survive.

On Tuesday, she pinched her face, noting it was quite decent, but worried the freshness wouldn't last long. What if she was rejected for that?

He Xiaoxiao had become terrifying! She used to compete with Qiao Xin only behind the scenes, but now she was like a mad dog, biting people indiscriminately.

But it was already too late. Tan Jiuzhou pushed open the door and entered. The cold night breeze immediately filled the room, slipping inside Song Chu’s collar with a chill.

After a sharp screech of brakes, the truck stopped just centimeters from them, narrowly avoiding a collision.

The carriage procession set off, having just left the Luoshui territory when a squad of swift Yulin Guard cavalry suddenly appeared behind them.

The most talented students at West Lake Academy, like Long Fuxi and Yan Zheng, had, over recent months, successively broken through to the Great Success stage and the Demon Spirit realm.

This was the first time Su Wanzheng experienced the sensation of everything being meticulously planned—not having to think about every step or direction, just calmly following and anticipating every surprise he would bring.

She asked the principal if something was troubling him. Was the pressure at Qimanqi Garden Demon Sound School too great?

Finally, with the lecturer’s help, they used a meat grinder to crush the abalone into a soup to feed you.

Though people’s words are fearsome, they were merely mocking. Now, having been proven wrong and taught a lesson, is the punishment truly death?

They didn’t live together. Every time Luo Yang escorted her downstairs, he would kiss her cheek and wanted to kiss her more, but she always evaded him.

Outsiders wouldn’t know that Yue Yi was indeed very short of money; the amusement park’s projects consumed a tremendous amount of funds.

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“Don’t glare at me,” Gao Tingting said as she led people out. Wan Zhiwei struggled but his body felt strange.

Yet, ordinary people still held an advantage in social status today, thanks to their technology and numbers.

To Long Teng, the Southern Prince did not exude the dignity of a superior but rather the slyness of a fox.

Though the Azure Dragon God was gravely wounded again in battle with the White Dragon God, his indomitable will and boundless fighting spirit replenished his strength.

However, Long Teng was not the least bit shocked. After all, having seen masters like the White Dragon God, any expert was but temporary in his eyes. Given enough time, Long Teng believed he could reach a realm like that of the White Dragon God.

He had already lost sight of his original intention. He had only wanted her to love him, only feared losing her, but never expected to cause her to misunderstand and think he hated her.

“That guy called Liu Yi seems to have been suppressing his cultivation all along; he’s not simple! Cough cough…” The man’s voice was like heavenly music. Despite a hint of frailty in his appearance, he was flawless—more handsome than Dongfang Wuxue by a notch.

“I am Luo Nan, a consultant from Golden Wheatfield. Are you Tao Jiahao’s grandmother?” Luo Nan said politely.

Yu Lan had previously stated clearly that she never took sides. If someone was truly irredeemable, keeping them around was simply a waste of time.

Besides, they could not discern Xu Tian’s true depth. To them, Xu Tian was just a mortal, no different from the many mortals they had killed and devoured.

Marrying Liu Dasheng, such a man who gave her security, meant she would no longer have to worry about her future life.