Volume 1, Chapter 51: Cash, Take It Yourself, Any Amount You Want

Xu Tiandi nodded silently, the cynical and devil-may-care expression on his weathered face gradually fading away, replaced by a look of profound solemnity and gravity.

As for the final Golden-Threaded Dragon-Scale tea, it was one of the top ten supreme spiritual teas in the world. Although its grade could not yet be compared to true divine-grade spiritual tea, it was undoubtedly a standout among immortal-grade spiritual teas, ranking alongside the Silver-Bud Snow-Crest tea, Wushan Black Jade Crystal, and Golden-Eyebrow Iron-Rock tea as the four peerless beauties of the tea world.

Although Qi Fang and Huo Bing accepted the order, Huo Bing still felt somewhat resentful; Liu Yu's instruction not to engage in a hard fight went against his usual way of doing things.

"Come on, everyone, try this," Liu Yu said, picking up his chopsticks, dipping the blanched meat and vegetables into salt, dabbing them lightly, and shoving them into his mouth.

If women like them were to coordinate, escaping would be a simple matter, but their weaknesses were also glaringly obvious: they lacked any capability for direct confrontation.

The dead of night was the quietest time of day in Chang'an, with the barking of dogs practically the only sound audible in the darkness.

Along the way, Haotian encountered a few more people. Since it wouldn't take much time anyway, Haotian stepped in to save them one by one, using his old method to trap the aborigines and treants.

After all, apart from being an ancient cultivation and deity-refining master at the Earth Immortal realm, he was also a grandmaster-level alchemy and artifact-refinement expert. As long as materials were sufficient, ordinary-grade magical treasures and spiritual elixirs could never pose the slightest trouble to him; he could successfully refine as many as he wished.

Hua Yueting was caught off guard. This sentence felt like a sword stained with the frost of passing years, abruptly tearing open the secret she had so tightly wrapped, revealing the hidden sorrow deep in her heart with a crisp rip.

However, immediately afterwards, Yan Ruyu let out a cry of alarm, her body trembling. If Qi Zhishi had not caught her in time, she would surely have dropped her sword.

In a severe acute asthma attack, a child's "suprasternal, intercostal, and subcostal retractions" would be very pronounced, with abnormal chest and abdominal movements, prolonged expiration, and mostly wheezing sounds. It would not be like this now, where the breath sounds were markedly diminished, with no wheezing and no coughing.

Yu Liren had a very proud personality, which was why she would lower her head before Qicai and obey her instructions. This middle-aged man was a habitual offender, no wonder he was so lazy.

Since this person was arrogant to such a degree, she could not possibly stay and throw her life away with him. Even a martial arts grandmaster, when faced with so many gun-toting fanatics, might not be able to escape unscathed.

Although the purpose of tonight's excursion had been achieved, no matter how she thought about it, she felt she had been played by Li Tianxia.

Both of them had fallen under spellcraft; Wei Xiang had truly gone mad, but Li Qing was only feigning madness, giving herself a psychological hint—at least she still remembered their past experiences.

Besides, he was already the Chief of Staff and a committee member; what position could possibly be one step higher than that?

Xie Rurou could not help but shiver. Before coming, she had been told that there were definitely bodyguards protecting this old man, so she could only approach by a roundabout route.

Using your thumb and other four fingers to grasp the child's tongue and mandible, open his mouth by lifting the lower jaw.

The sound of a collision and Hu Yanshan's miserable scream rang out instantly, followed by him crashing heavily to the ground a dozen zhang away, his face twisting in pain.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yan let out a cold snort in the depths of his heart. Originally, he had no intention of contending for this Dou Qi inheritance, but Qin Yun had actually taken the initiative to make trouble for him, which thoroughly irritated Xiao Yan.

Du Jianmin's method of death was the same as his brother Du Jiaming's—both had their throats torn out by Da Hei. The difference was that Du Jianmin died instantly, whereas Du Jianmin had greater vitality and only died after Da Hei bit through his spine.

Beneath this bizarre insect, its sharp and ferocious mouthparts were wide open, and piercing shrieks continuously issued from within.

"Humph, I have endured humiliation and bitter cultivation precisely to settle accounts with you today! Either you die or I perish!" Venerable Mahakasyapa declared, his entire aura transforming abruptly as his kasaya ballooned in the wind.

Furthermore, the surveillance of this hotel had already been taken over by their FBI personnel; the moment Chen Hao stepped out of his room, he would be immediately spotted.

Now that the items were in hand and the traitor had been captured, what needed to be done was to rush to the designated location. They had arrived via a parachute drop, and naturally there was no way to parachute back out, leaving only the second method of departure.

Seeming to think of something, the Cosmos-Devouring Python snapped out of his daze and chuckled, shaking his head. Compared to the Xiao Yan before him, his own son seemed truly unpromising. Over four years, until just a few months ago, his cultivation had only broken through to the early stage of the Source-Transforming Realm. Looking at Xiao Yan, there was simply no comparison between the two.

Another soldier said, "Young hero, I want to increase the condolence money by one hundred taels!" This soldier had a sword scar on his forehead, courtesy of the tentacle lash of a low-level Giant Octopus during the battle.

"To tell you the truth, that supercar belongs to my friend, Young Master Fei, and the luxury mansion is his as well," Zhu Gang said. "I am merely staying at his house as a guest; I don't even have a single penny on me." With that, Zhu Gang turned his clothes pockets inside out, and indeed, aside from a mobile phone, there was nothing inside.

The more Tang Ya thought about it, the more painful it became, feeling utterly miserable. It felt as if a heavy stone weighing a thousand jun was pressing down on her chest, leaving her breathless.