Chapter 47

Within just a few minutes, Mu Lingxi had already organized the dozen or so files that Liu Yan had handed her. Truthfully, sorting these materials was hardly a challenge for her; compared to using a computer, perhaps repairing one posed a bit more difficulty.

Faced with the assault from the Raichulan Star people, Gorzan merely waved his claws, sending the plasma cannon flying—such a display thoroughly terrified the three Raichulan Star people inside the spaceship.

Qinli, upon hearing these words, looked up and searched carefully around the fountain, and indeed spotted Lin Qiu.

"Lingxi?" Ouyang Lian frowned again, still uncertain why Qianlong had suddenly taken an interest in matters concerning him and her.

He squeezed her hand tightly and asked in a grave tone, "What exactly happened? Why are you asking me to forget everything from the past three days?"

His dark blue trousers were made of wrinkled cotton, paired with a not-quite-new, not-quite-old pale blue shirt—both the cheapest kind one could find at a street stall.

If nothing else worked, he could make a wish to the Koi every day, even if it only granted Liu Hong an extra hour of life at a time. Over the years, it could add up to another year or so.

Like a hunter locking onto his prey, Feng Xin rushed forward, discovering more and more copper coins scattered on the ground.

"I have a feeling that when the update is finished, a miraculous new feature will emerge," said the original Lin Qiu.

The way to combine various symbols into different modules through their patterns was a profound art. If a card's modules and materials were perfect, it might become a legendary Soul Card—one rank above the Gold Card.

I now lack the power to selfishly guard my own happiness. Well then, let others protect it in my stead.

Moreover, all his attention was focused entirely on the dueling platform ahead.

Even with equipment, this place was no longer viable. Because of this, the game couldn't continue here.

As Lin Shu watched his retreating figure with slight concern, Na Li and Zhou Ming had already seated themselves on either side of him, supporting his arms as they led him upstairs.

Afterwards, the Shadowless Sword Sect and their opponents once again transformed from mere participants into strategists! Both sides took up their positions once more, setting a grand game in motion—a chess match with the Nine Continents as the board and all living beings as the pieces! Yet, who played white and who played black remained a mystery.

"I find it strange too! Are they waiting for something, or is there something they're afraid of?" Liu Ye nodded and turned to look back.

Had I simply called the police back then, fifteen-year-old Yu Mei would likely have been charged with justifiable defense or excessive defense at most.

Tingting and Xiao Ye were both poets, and their enemies were numerous. Even if there were suspicions, they wouldn't point directly at me.

Black Bear's aching eyes found immense relief—a lightness he hadn't felt in over a decade.

Zhu Lingxia's clothes were in tatters, her chest sunken, her stunning face pale as death, blood pouring from her mouth in relentless coughs, her breath weak; she was a sight too tragic to behold.

The scenery west of the city was famed throughout Lingnan. When Jiang Ruanxi and Second Master Yu arrived, many others were there as well.

Everything exposed or hidden was crushed into dust, blown away in the wind, leaving not a trace behind.

He spent all those Origin Coins to buy levels, instantly raising himself to level 109.

As for Chen Yi's constables, they bowed to him, followed his every command, and nobody dared question him.

She knew that Song Jinnan suing Jiang Zao—avoiding her at this time was merely a tactic to keep her hanging.

Madam Sun, realizing Sun Miaoqing’s words had offended her, could only take her leave, saying nothing more.

Wang Qingshan put another bag around the pear, ignoring the Supreme Emperor who stood there deep in thought. Even after the Emperor left, Wang paid him no further mind.

Indeed, Chen Jingshu’s army trampled each other in the chaos; many were killed or crushed to death.

Seeing Nianyu’s expression, the Phoenix Clan leader immediately understood. Clearly, Nianyu had resolved never to expose the entire rear line to those two great divine artifacts, even at the cost of abandoning the entire Mountain-Moving clan.

"I understand. So, the first teacher once said that to keep warm, skin must touch skin—otherwise it's meaningless." With that, Yixian nonchalantly burrowed into the quilt, constantly rubbing against Liuxing.

He simply refused to sell, as there was no better mount at the moment, and with Cohen’s power, having a Shadow Leopard made tasks much easier.

Wasn’t he serving Zhu Nao? If his team was broken up, what grounds did he have to object? Yet, if so, why had he worked so hard to gather his old troops—was it all just to hand them over to someone else?

There was no doubt: Christina had trained her priest class to perfection on the Magic Element Star, matching Tina's state perfectly, their compatibility at its peak.

Hurriedly entering the elevator, Lin Duoduo was still confronted by Zhang Youze’s sweet smile. What was going on? Had Lin Duoduo lost her mind? How could she have let him kiss her?

The pig farm owner spent lavishly in Qingcheng—could he be connected to Yu Minghui? If so, then anyone linked to Yu Minghui must have ties to the mastermind.

"Of course," Jia Zhengjin replied. Traps were his specialty; thousands of years of experience passed on to his wives, and Tina, blending magic into them, did an excellent job.

Black furniture, black walls, scorched carpets and floors—everywhere reminders of a terrible fire that had once raged here.

The counterattack from the Outer Realm Demon proved effective, but its magic and will were gradually devoured by the path of death. Like death itself, the once vibrant demonic aura swiftly transformed from a youthful glow into a hunched old man, its defenses shattering instantly.

"No problem. Whatever herbs you need, just say the word, and I'll send someone to collect them." Shangguan Honglie's tone was noticeably lighter.

The peacock bit his lip, saying nothing. His father's death was indeed tied to the Master of Heaven; had it not been for the master's invitation, Kong Xuan would not have been caught up in the Catastrophe of Enshrining the Gods, and in the end, both husband and wife died in the Buddhist realm. So, to claim the peacock bore no grudge against the Master of Heaven would be a lie.