Chapter 44

The two of them leaped forward directly, flying toward the canyon, and landed under the gaze of the Saber Madman and the others before walking inside. However, after a short while, they discovered that the two women were merely walking in circles in the same spot, while the latter seemed entirely unaware of it.

"Would Master Gufeng care to taste the wine I brought over?" The Wine King took a blissful breath, picked up the wine jar, poured half a cup into each of two cups, pushed one toward him, and smiled.

Han Yan went over to where Qin Tang had parked his car to wait for him. Once Qin Tang arrived, the two of them got into the car and finally managed to leave smoothly.

Per’s hand holding the gun was trembling violently. He could not be certain whether what Kids said was the truth or just made up nonsense designed to confuse people, making this an extremely difficult choice.

This logic is actually very easy to understand. It is much like how a celebrity's autograph holds immense value for ordinary people; the glasses a celebrity once wore, or the shoes and clothes they donned, all possess collectible worth.

That seemingly majestic golden sword shadow was instantly, right under that streak of soulful sword radiance, sliced directly into complete powder, while the blood-colored sword body drove straight toward Lord Rain Sword.

"No... I don't believe it. But the Ancestor said you were clearly swallowed by the fractured void inside the King of Yan's ancient tomb? You are already dead..." Xiang Min suddenly pushed Yu away, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at him with a trembling voice.

Because the strength of the burly Viking had actually reached the height of a four-world reincarnator, his power at this moment was far beyond that of Arthas or even Uther the Lightbringer.

After waiting for a while, the progression of the Killing Stone's advancement stopped increasing, though it had already passed the halfway mark. Looking at the hundreds of thousands of progression points still remaining, Zheng Yi shook his head; it still seemed distant and uncertain.

Now that all six songs were completed, this news could finally be made public, and record stores all across the country had already begun stocking this record by Qin Tang.

"Alright then." Zhu Zhongzhong nodded quite simply, and after chatting for quite a while longer, they parted ways and returned to their respective rooms in the inn.

"..." I was left speechless. Truly, I never expected that Qin Jianghaoo would be in such an unsocial state when interacting with strangers outside of a working relationship. Come to think of it, not long ago when Lu Jiahang was staying with us temporarily, he had also kept a cold face the entire time, either refusing to speak to him or wearing a foul expression whenever he did.

A dull ache began to faintly stir in her heart, feeling quite uncomfortable, but she merely kept her head down in silent contemplation of her faults.

Moreover, to create such a space beneath this floor would require an unimaginable expenditure. Perhaps it was just the way my mind worked, but merely looking at the design before me made me think of the costs involved. Yet just this line of speculation alone was already enough to leave me somewhat dumbfounded.

Do you really expect to gloss over the matter of the power plant contract with such chicanery and foot-dragging? Could you be any more childish?

Although somewhat reluctant, since they both claimed it was a matter of work, it naturally wouldn't do for me to linger shamelessly. So, with an air of breezy nonchalance, I hugged my laptop and walked out.

Before the person's voice had even faded, a succession of crisp clacking and snapping sounds rang out in a continuous chain, and into the night sky, swift arrows rained down.

Jian Xing watched her lying there motionless, then raised a hand to catch her slender wrist, pulling her up and drawing her straight into his embrace.

Old Wu was startled. He knew that although Shopkeeper Li Buchang was far more generous than him, a Three-Cai glazed pottery horse, which was as precious as life itself, was definitely something no one could just take away.

"What do you want us to help you do?" Master Luo glanced at his master and, seeing that his master said nothing, asked the question.

Beyond that, upon the ground were long trails of blood pressed out by horse hooves and carriage wheels, stretching all the way toward the end of this road, and perhaps even to the end of that one.

Now Ivan had completely replaced the former Karl, becoming the chief steward of the entire Dark Wizard Alliance and managing the daily operations of the Black Wind Company. Having lost one hand but gained the power and wealth he had previously only dreamed of, it was hard to tell whether this was a blessing or a curse for him.

"Xuanqing, why persist in such obsession?" The old Daoist priest let out a long sigh as another old Daoist slowly stepped out of the Zixiao Palace.

Faced with the three members of the human race, she seemed somewhat apprehensive, because she was abundantly aware that once her identity was exposed, it might trigger an even greater storm. No matter who they were, human beings—whether for public or private reasons—seemed to have no reason to let her go.

After telling her everything I knew, I suddenly felt that I had committed an even greater mistake. How could I have forgotten that these questions were entirely unsuited to be told to her directly? She might even misunderstand me because of it.

Suddenly, more than a dozen people rushed out from beneath the bridge, all of them wielding weapons. The buyer and Night Hawk fled as fast as winged creatures, but the rat was tripped by a rope and captured, hauled away to Ximen Qing’s household.

Yan Poxi was his lover; he showed her utmost forbearance and would agree to anything—even wearing a green hat wouldn't bother him. But the moment he learned she threatened his sworn brother, he killed her immediately without the slightest hesitation. This was "righteousness," the code by which men of the pugilistic world lived. Well, I have strayed rather far; let us return to the main narrative.

Indeed! How could this be possible? Within the Lost Lands, how could any empire still stand tall? Could the people of the four alien races have suddenly grown kind-hearted? Everyone mocked themselves inwardly for harboring such a thought; it was sheer fantasy and something that would never happen.

"Th-this, what is going on here?" A deeply ominous premonition vaguely surfaced in his heart.

Chen Bei widened his eyes and looked closely, but the next second, he saw that the snow-white form before him was actually a beautiful young woman—and a completely unclad one at that.