65 Soothing the Soul

Page (1/3) Outside the security room, a sliding window was installed for communicating with visitors. From then on, the security guards would sit in front of monitors and carry out their duties aided by surveillance cameras covering all directions.

Indeed, most casinos would not dare to let matters blow up; a major scandal would benefit no one. Generally speaking, as long as the money could be collected, violence would be avoided. After all, resorting to physical force brought more losses than gains.

Screech! The speeding bus braked abruptly. The driver, not wearing a seatbelt, slammed headfirst into the windshield with a loud crash! With a bursting sound, a bloody hole was smashed into the glass, and the driver was sent flying directly outward.

Zhang Shaoyu checked the time: ten minutes past four in the morning. The sky outside was already growing faintly pale, leaving only a pile of paper ash surrounding him.

Having acquired shares, Yang Xiaoning treated the place as her own enterprise, working diligently every single day. She arrived very early each morning and kept the shop impeccably clean, without a speck of dust.

Guo Da breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Ge Tian's clan would not lay a hand on his mother for the time being, and perhaps he could finally set his mind at ease.

The car arrived in front of the television station. Li Zhengzhe rolled down the window and greeted the security room. The elderly guards inside glanced at Li Zhengzhe's face and then exchanged words with one another.

Drawn by the sudden upheaval, the surrounding living beings involuntarily had their attention pulled toward this direction. Even the falling-out between Shui Zhen and Shui Yuan nearby was momentarily ignored, and the Water Spirit clan was no exception. To be more precise, even Shui Zhen and Shui Yuan themselves had their attention captured at this very moment.

Ye Qiong wanted to speak, but did not know how to begin, remaining silent throughout. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he raised his head and looked at Zhang Shaoning's parents, who cherished him so dearly.

"If you want to become the chief military commander, you must crush Hua Qianxun. If you want the Liang family to become the number one clan, you must wipe out the Hua family. I ask you, what must we do right now to crush Hua Qianxun and annihilate the entire Hua family?" The old master looked intently at Liang Fu, his eyes brimming with expectation.

Zhou Qing smiled and nodded, sweeping his gaze across the interior of the car. Finding two vacant seats in the middle row, he stepped forward and sat in the aisle seat, placing the Thunder-Struck Divine Wood Sword on the seat beside him.

The name "Ji Fu" seemed to stimulate the nerves of the Yayu. It shook its massive head, whipped its tail, spun its body around, and leaped straight into the forest.

Qiao Jinxin did not hesitate for long. She pulled the plate toward herself, picked up the silver knife, steadily speared a piece, and kept her expression completely unchanged.

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Page (2/3) Hearing this, the former's expression flickered, evidently caught off guard by such a reply. The surrounding people, who had been deep in thought, were also stunned, revealing looks of astonishment.

Listening to the impotent and furious harsh words of Yamamoto Matsuzaki from behind, Gu Weijun shrugged indifferently. Without looking back, he raised his hand and waved in farewell.

"Nonsense!" Wang Fuyi believed that it had taken Li Yan a full five years to see ghosts; she was not about to be easily fooled.

"Apologies for causing trouble to the Madam." Meng Yuan's gaze swept toward the purplish-black stain by the door, recognizing it as his own blood, and he felt somewhat embarrassed.

As it turned out, any understated composure was only suited for absolute powerhouses—just like the academic genius in her class, whose afternoon nap never hindered him from answering his classmates' questions the moment he woke up.

Perhaps Zhou Yu was truly the only one who knew what was going on, seeing as he had intervened in the dream realm of his location on more than one occasion.

Tonight's dinner was meat soup. The wild game they had just caught in the forest had been simmered into a fragrant, nourishing broth.

Yun Rou's lips curved slightly, her fingers tapping gently on the windowsills like two fluttering butterflies, dancing gracefully among the vibrant Elven race.

Yet Bai Yujing clearly did not care. Having his identity exposed meant he no longer needed to disguise himself, making both his actions and words much more casual.

This was also why she had turned around and left without hesitation the moment she had her suspicions, all to prevent any complications from arising.

Some individuals, feeling quite unreconciled, turned right back and told the adults to prepare nutrition packs in advance.

In everyone's eyes, Lan Gong's victory was an unearned one, relying entirely on unorthodox methods to barely scrape through, possessing no genuine strength of her own.

Just as he grew excited and wanted to step forward with a greeting, he saw the noble personage give him a meaningful glance.

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Page (3/3) As Yun Rou passed by a street stall, a plump, middle-aged man called out to her, seizing the opportunity to pitch his raw jade stones.

Even so, for a period of time, Lie Zi's formidable reputation lingered, until eventually, when no news of her surfaced whatsoever, people truly came to believe she had vanished.

Xiaoxiao tilted her head and glanced at Mu Sining beside her. This fellow looked so confident, yet forcing Xiaoxiao to willingly admit defeat was completely out of the question. Uttering such words was practically an international joke—conceding defeat was an absolute impossibility that could never exist.

Could it really be that this fierce existence before her, who effortlessly lifted massive boulders with one hand and sliced through stones as if they were tofu, was actually some bizarre specimen who had been switched with someone else?

Upon arriving at the Swallow Cave, Uncle Pharmacist followed his usual routine: taking out incense, candles, and joss paper to burn and offer prayers to the ancestors of the Miao family.

Seeing the Right Army soldiers closing in from all directions, especially with their weapons flashing a dazzling, chilling glint, these Yongcheng soldiers could not help but emit low cries of sorrow.

Actually, it was not hard to find a justification. The simplest reason was that the Liang lass could serve as a representative of the villagers living outside the protected area who had made the greatest contributions toward its preservation.

"You needn't feel conflicted. If it's not feasible, then forget it." Immortal Jiguang had not held high expectations to begin with, and seeing the hesitation on Liu's expression, he said with utmost understanding.

To Lin Chen's surprise, Chen Yanmin's roaring voice echoed from the other end of the line before she abruptly hung up with a click.

Yinghua wore a troubled frown as she heard the sound of approaching horsebeats from a distance. The three of them tightened inwardly, subconsciously taking several steps back. As the hoofbeats drew nearer, Yinghua finally recognized that it was Jiang Li leading a troop of soldiers toward them.

All dust had settled, and the week-long Quartz League tournament thus drew to a close. The passion, fervor, frustration, and joy within it all faded into a period alongside the extinguishing of the sacred flame.