Chapter 43

Who were these aggressive people charging in? With a grim and cold expression, exhibiting an overbearing and tyrannical demeanor, it was none other than Zhang Tianqian.

"To kill even a Primordial cultivator—is he not absolute scum? Since he is scum, why keep him alive?" Lu Zheng sneered inwardly, a murderous intent welling up within him. However, he did not rush to make a move, choosing instead to observe how the situation unfolded.

Leaving the headquarters of the Hongzhou Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army, Ye Tian made his way without stopping to the Sanhezheng garrison of the Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army, also known as Black Wind Pass.

This heroic choice not only left the casters dumbfounded for a long time, but it also stunned the LBD team completely. They never expected that the Dragon Clan's bot lane would actually choose to fight them head-on.

"Fine. Having acquired a hotel group, a shipping company, and massive amounts of real estate, now he wants to buy a car company. System, tell me, is the next step going to be buying an airline?" Su Cheng muttered inwardly, silently complaining about the system.

Whenever he felt bored or had system quests in the future, Su Cheng could always stream for fun, but right now, he simply didn't have the heart for it.

"Mr. Su, I don't know the exact details. I only heard it through the grapevine, so if I'm wrong, don't take my word for it." Igor smiled. Indeed, from his perspective, the price of that island was far too exorbitant.

"Is something the matter?" What kind of person she was, Su Cheng did not care to know, but in his eyes, Ellie was not even half as good as Issa.

These ordinary spirit herbs and flowers were a stroke of great fortune for many of the talented seeds brought by Su Ni, but to him, they were nothing more than tasteless chicken ribs. He merely casually gathered a few rare varieties and stopped bothering thereafter.

Hearing Ruan Xizhi's soft words of persuasion, Zhang Tianqian felt as though he had drunk sweet nectar. Although she was asking him not to make things difficult for Lu Yinzong, every word she uttered was clearly out of concern for him. Moreover, Ruan Xizhi's remark that "he will get what's coming to him" firmly convinced Zhang Tianqian that Xizhi also regarded Lu Yinzong as a scoundrel.

"So that's what you're worried about. We can simply leave this matter out of the plan for now; our current primary target is to hunt down the 'Wise Wolf'." The General then tossed out another trap to lure the enemy in.

"Because of an emergency, the teacher left Guangzhou before the New Year. I don't know where he is right now either. However, he did say that if things go smoothly, he will definitely rush back to remove your bandages in person." Just as Lin Qinshi finished answering, a knock came from outside the hospital room door.

Halfway through the sentence, the voice abruptly cut off. Li Xun chuckled to himself. This was Qin Wanzhu's miscalculation; given Yin Sanren's proud and arrogant temperament, wouldn't phrasing it that way simply provoke her to go over?

Seeing the old man actually agree, Geng Long let out a heavy sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He waved his hand, signaling the old lizard and the others to leave quickly.

Fortunately, the bartender had anticipated trouble in his tavern long ago and had hidden behind Doro from the start. However, upon seeing the tavern crushed to pieces under the Earth Dragon's massive bulk, he couldn't help but burst into loud sobs in public.

The old man's method of releasing the toxic gas was quite simple. Although the pressurized water tower in the pump room had long since gone dry, the water supply pipes were still intact. All he had to do was pour the toxic gas solution into the pipeline, stuff in a few handfuls of snow, and continuously pressurize it with a manual air bellows. The toxic gas would naturally be delivered to the ingredient preparation room in the shortest possible time.

At around one o'clock in the afternoon, Dingxiang unlocked the door while chatting cheerfully with several classmates. But upon opening the door and seeing two pairs of shoes inside, she cried out in joyful surprise.

Frowning in slight annoyance, the Master of Tongtian paced forward, staring fixedly at the half-dead Green Ji'er before him. With a gentle wave of his arm, a powerful and benevolent Daoist vital energy surged forth, tightly enveloping Green Ji'er's battered body.

"Brother Luo, Brother Luo, let me discuss something with you." Tian Huang pulled Luo Yuan aside with a mysterious air and began whispering.

If Li Xun's intuition was correct, the palace attendant's tone was deliberately targeting Qingyin. The undertone in this was extraordinarily subtle.

Desaiwei offered a smile to Alayne, but Alayne broke out in a cold sweat. Partly because Poison Hook had suddenly changed sides, and partly because of the arrow Desaiwei had fired—if it had struck him, he would have been a dead man.

"Wait..." Yuxiang Ning gave a stern cry, then strode up onto the podium. Everyone in the venue looked at her. After a brief moment of silence, whispers began to ripple through the crowd.

Liu Feifan curled his lips into a smile. Under Ye Feng's astonished gaze, he put away the Mind-Slaying Sword and looked at him unhurriedly.

Liu Feifan curled his lips into a smile, took a step forward, and with a flash of blood-red light, instantly materialized right in front of Ye Feng.

However, her eloquence was no match for this young lord's, so she was very resentfully dragged away by him.

Everyone's eyes widened in shock, far beyond their expectations. Hu San was, after all, a grandmaster of a generation; wouldn't acting like this compromise his status?

Liu Feifan took the gun and, without even looking at it, snapped it in half with a single hand, leaving the crowd completely dumbfounded. Just how deeply familiar with firearms must one be to accomplish such a feat?

Her hands wrapped around his neck, her head bobbing slightly against his broad shoulder. The scent filling her nostrils was entirely the fragrance of pine and cypress radiating from him, rising from beneath his skin—warm, yet inexplicably carrying a touch of sweetness.