Chapter 48: Life and Death Match [Part One]

The optical flame of the anti-entropy core suddenly contracted, and patches of solar flares began to appear on the originally pure white sphere.

His sudden intrusion immediately provoked a chorus of screeching brakes, accompanied by frantic honking.

Though Mo Chuan heard it clearly, he paid it no mind. At this moment, he remained unconcerned and indifferent to everything around him.

Lu Liangren ate very slowly and in small portions, but Zhang Yixing did not pressure her. He simply watched her with a faint smile, and the moment she finished, he picked up a tissue to wipe her hands.

Seeing this scene, Qingluo naturally understood that the shadow that had almost fallen upon her just moments ago was none of this dead tiger.

"Senior Brother Shen!" Looking at Shen Yao, who wore an expression of cold arrogance beside her, Xia Yan felt an urge to cry for the very first time.

Following a brief opening ceremony, he began to speak at length. His gentle and righteous voice felt like a refreshing spring breeze brushing against the face.

They chatted until the eastern sky grew pale with the first light of dawn and the glow of the bonfire lost its brilliance. Only then did the two stop, still feeling a lingering reluctance.

Currently in a perilous situation, he had to evade the pursuit of the Zhang family on one hand and escape the lingering shadow of the Taoist of Feathered Garments on the other. How could he possibly expose his identity so easily?

"Hmph." Scali let out a sound akin to an expression of dissatisfaction, but said nothing further, merely rolling her eyes.

Shortly after, a demonic beast was seen flying from the distant horizon. Shaped like a lizard with wings on its back, it was none other than the twin-winged dragon that had wreaked havoc upon the Merman clan of the South China Sea.

First, she was truly angry. This called for a sincere apology, delivered in a gentle tone and accompanied by the recognition of one's own mistakes. If once was not enough, he should apologize multiple times until her anger dissipated.

She understood him, and they shared a telepathic, kindred tacit understanding with one another. After him, she never found a more ideal partner.

Everyone's expressions darkened instantly. Fortunately, the only ones hearing this news at the moment were Headmaster Dumbledore, Ryan, Hermione, and five or six elite Aurors led by Moody, so order could still be maintained for the time being.

"Is that so? Then if I say your general disobeys the imperial decree and acts in defiance of orders while pretending to comply, do you still think I shouldn't arrest him?" Jiang Chen looked into the deputy general's eyes and said with a sneer.

"Ye Heng is visiting Jiangnan for the very first time. How could you possibly have seen him?" Lin Qingshuang asked with a puzzled expression.

Qiao Erliang felt around his chest again, and suddenly his hand brushed against the claw of a mountain-shifting pangolin hanging around his neck.

Chen Fan had already decided that once this industrial artifact-refining machine passed inspection, every single aircraft carrier in the empire would be equipped with seven or eight such machines from then on.

Moments later, Keegan Noah arrived in a rush with his subordinates, only to find the magic-suppression ring snapped in two.

"No, Hammer, why are you looking at me too? You two don't want me to resort to honey-trap tactics or something, do I tell you, don't even think about it."

A long while later, Ling Qian still received no reply. Just as he was about to press forward, he suddenly felt an intensely fierce killing intent coming from behind. At the same time, dazzling lightning erupted across Ling Qian's body, and he vanished from the spot.

There was not a single commoner in Yangzhou who did not loathe Liu Zhao. Coupled with the various rumors circulating about Ye Sanlang, they firmly believed that this imperial censor could bring a hopeful tomorrow to Yangzhou, and quite a few harbored malicious hopes of seeing Yang Zhao sentenced to decapitation.

When the people opened their eyes, they discovered that Fang Chen was wearing a golden holy armor.

Yet now, Ye Lianxin's attitude made him feel an inexplicable ache in his heart. This young girl seemed to be bearing some heavy pressure.

What I praised even more was that after lighting the fire in this field-cooking stove, the smoke did not rise upward at all. It produced only the tiniest wisps of smoke, which drifted solely around the exhaust vent on the surface.

Wang Zihao looked at a backpack beside him and nudged it open with his foot to reveal half a bag of money. At this moment, people around seemed to have noticed the scene as well and began discussing it animatedly.

"Ye Tian, the policewoman's scent must be quite nice, right?" Just as Murong Feixue walked away, a cold voice laced with anger drifted over.

The headmaster felt his heart skip a beat. He had expected to spend half a meal probing and searching for clues, but he never imagined obtaining the information so easily.

"Stop meddling and stay aside!" Ye Tian thought to himself that this damn frog had to pipe up at a time like this—wasn't this driving him to a dead end? He immediately let out a roar.

"Hey, it's not that I'm complaining, where did you get these pants? I can't even run in them! The crotch is big enough to stuff two baskets of potatoes!" He tugged at his trousers and grumbled.

Liu Luoluo's gaze remained fixed on Gu Liuxiao's retreating figure. This might very well be the last time they saw each other in the near future. Even after Gu Liuxiao had walked far away, he was still reluctant to look away.

Such inferior gas masks could only fend off poison gas that was stationary or drifting slowly; they offered no defense whatsoever against the poison gas deliberately manipulated by Wilde.

After everyone had entered, a breeze swept through the entrance of the tomb tunnel, and a figure materialized out of nowhere before it.

Outside the window, a fine, gloomy rain fell as she ran frantically through the empty corridor, seemingly searching for something while simultaneously fleeing from something else.

At that moment, Fang Yan also subconsciously looked toward the left side of the arena, only to find that of the four chief stewards, three—save for Chief Steward Xiuyi—also wore expressions of astonishment.

As long as he mastered the corresponding variations of leg techniques, palm techniques, and the like, he could command them instantly.

To Qiao Anxin's surprise, Qin Yifeng was not home that evening when she returned, and over the next few days, Qin Yifeng said nothing at all about her leaving right after work. Even the incident with Anna showing up, which she had constantly worried about, never happened.

"However, I don't regret what I said that day. Don't expect me to apologize to you." Lu Yao picked up the coffee in front of her. Wow, it was bitter enough; even with two sugar cubes added, it was still this bitter.