Chapter 20

Su Xing was not surprised; the information about the Xuankui Sect members could have been gathered more thoroughly from the battlefield at Shibao Village, and the contents of the jade slip had already been handed over to the sect early that morning.

Gu Junen’s eyelids twitched violently when he heard, especially after learning they had shouted “long live” afterwards—his heart pounded with alarm. Li Yan’s blatant attempts to win people over were just too obvious. If Li Zicheng ever caught wind of this, it would spell disaster.

Now that such an aloof honorific was being used, Zhang Zhenglu realized something must have happened between the two, and separated them further. But none of that mattered now; ensuring Gu Caiwei's stability was the most urgent concern.

Even though Su Ciyi had shared countless moments of intimate contact with Jiang Chengyan, she still felt a fleeting sense of discomfort at this moment.

If I get my hands on the black enamel, praise it a bit, and Li Changge feels too embarrassed to ask for it back, then the lighter might be mine. Just imagine lighting a cigarette with such a famed piece—how impressive would that be?

Everyone exchanged uneasy glances, but none dared disobey Jiang Chao’s orders; each quietly withdrew from the southern lounge.

“If it’s destroyed, she’ll regret it for the rest of her life. Living forever in regret is truly painful,” Old Chu sighed softly. As a patriarch of the realm of regrets, even though he was now with Granny Xi, he had missed out on so much time.

The old master is proud to a fault—if Ye the old ghost and the others heard he was scared witless, he’d surely hang himself out of shame before dawn.

No wonder Qianqian and Xuan’er, those two monsters, acted so fearlessly; it turns out they had such a powerful hidden ally. Dongzhi felt a chill in his heart, experiencing helplessness for the first time.

This was bound to be faced sooner or later; the siblings had reunited, and Yi Ling was certain the old lady must be feeling something about it.

“I have no money.” Ranked third on the tycoon list. “King of Romance.” Ranked second. Both spent tens of millions every year on livestreams, true patrons.

If it weren’t for Wu Xi forbidding her reckless acts, she would have flown straight to America and destroyed the country by now. Did they really think becoming a technological powerhouse meant they could run rampant? Did they really think no one in the world could deal with them?

Long Yun fell back sharply, spear poised upward. Pan Wu paid no heed to his attack; since Long Yun had fallen, Pan Wu seized the opportunity to press forward and kill.

So after receiving the three million, Lin Jiahao quickly bought 100 air conditioners and sent them to the Welfare Institute in the north of the city, just to get it over with. As for the remaining two million-plus, Lin Jiahao felt he needed it more; lately, spending money had become increasingly hesitant.

After pondering a moment and watching the soldiers depart one after another, he sighed lightly and leapt forward into action.

A master of the Earth rank only had a lifespan of a little over a hundred years, but it was different for those of the Heaven rank—they could live for five hundred years. For humans, that was the ultimate limit.

Ever since the incident in the North, even the incense offerings at southern temples had been affected. In just half a month, the incense at temples everywhere had dropped by at least half. Such a tremendous loss caused the southern temples much lament.

“This is a difficult issue; I have to personally go in and experiment on the demon people to see if the treatment is really as effective as claimed,” Smith said.

In today’s super A-list, how many blockbuster, completely different series films did Harris-Ford and Tom Hanks have to star in to reach their current status?

“What difference does it make whether you’re here for vengeance or friendship? Fellow Daoists only need to tell me the direction of Wanqian Sect,” Turtle Treasure’s expression chilled, asking in surprise. At the same time, Turtle Treasure was pondering whether to appear as Wanqian’s friend or enemy.

“How should we deal with this guy?” Soros looked at the knight kneeling nearby, hands bound.

Graduated as a mage, but not as a warlock. The warlock’s tier-three shoulders aren’t worse, plus they have +1 accuracy. For warlocks, accuracy takes precedence over critical hit.

A firefighter named Miyamoto heard Shinichi Kudō’s shouts and tried to break down the door with his body—but failed.

“Let’s continue, fifty more kicks!” Kakashi took a roll of medical bandages from his ninja pouch, wrapped Dragon Fei’s hands, and spoke.

Facing high-level demon beasts, even a cultivator at the Golden Core stage might not win, let alone since there were no Golden Core stage cultivators here—only a bunch of Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment ones. Thus, only the stronger Foundation Establishment cultivators could be relied on to handle them.

No matter how powerful Gandouf’s magic was, it couldn’t transcend time and worlds—if it could, he’d be a god. His magic only existed within the world of fairy tales; he and that world were one. So Fuman knew nothing of Merlin and King Arthur, but that didn’t stop Yang Yi from making him feel the blood rush.

A dead branch snapped and fell to the ground, breaking in two, quietly buried beneath the dust.

Though unable to use the sniper rifle at will, he could still demonstrate his advantages in other ways.

After leaving Li Cheng’s headquarters, Chen Lanruo, accompanied by two guards, rode back to her residence.

These habits were utterly ordinary, nothing remarkable, nor any special cultivation secrets.

Elder Yao gave Wei Yang a deep look, waved his hand, and a scroll appeared, floating before Wei Yang.

Many viewed it with a learning attitude; perhaps due to weakness, blood sprayed from both nostrils.

“No, even if you forbid me, I must say it—utterly foolish, foolish to the extreme!” Zhang Mancheng was clearly enraged, unable to stop himself from cursing.

Unlike the sinister exterior, the interior was kept extremely clean and orderly—almost as if it were an ordinary home.

Back in those days, the carnage in the class—any instructor who’d heard even a little about it would inevitably look at Onizuka with admiration.

“These few days.” Zhou Fan gave a vague promise, snatched her suitcase, lifted her up single-handedly, and carried her and the case back to the bedroom.