Chapter 37: Making a Splash with Golden Mooncakes and Running into an Old Roommate

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A blood-drenched arm fell onto the filthy ground, drawing looks of astonishment from everyone present.
His gaze turned icy; a murderous intent surged within Li Wudao. Dragging his blade, he struck without hesitation at the ghost-rat rushing toward him.
Li Wudao was instantly enraged. Activating his matrix prediction, he met the charge head-on, his alloy bone claws flashing as he tore the rotting zombies rushing at him to shreds.
"Second Brother, is this the will of you and your wife?" Elder Chai ignored the commotion and looked only at the second Chai brother.
However, since Gu Qingge had made her decision, she must have had her reasons, and they naturally had no objections.
Then, with a metallic clang, the blade that had collided with the greatsword developed cracks, finally snapping in two and falling to the ground.
In her previous life, Gu Qingge knew that Xi Chun had a sickly younger brother. It was said that the toxins were congenital, stemming from her mother accidentally consuming a poisonous fruit while pregnant. Although the child miraculously survived the poisoning, the toxins absorbed by the fetus remained untreatable.
Before Hongjun could answer, the Master of Heaven repeatedly shook his head, rejecting the proposal of the Zhunti Taoist without a moment's hesitation.
Below, the Marquis of Wuyang, accused of "harboring malicious intentions and spreading rumors," felt life was no longer worth living, his leg aching so badly he wanted to cry for his mother.
The crowd erupted in an uproar, and some began to steal glances at Xu Fanling and the Wang woman.
Zhao Xu felt a murderous aura emanate from Guo Zhenmin, permeating the entire manor. The massive, heaven-defying crossbow atop Sishui Pass was actually aimed at Li Qingzhao.

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Nodding dejectedly, Liu Xu let out a sigh. He took her hand and led her to the outer courtyard, beckoning Old Wu to gather all the servants of the manor. He sat in the main hall, sipping tea with a stern face.
One must understand that the space-time turbulence within the planar barrier is chaotic, preventing even heavy artillery and rocket shells from passing through. Shen Rui had not guarded against long-range attacks and was nearly shot down.
His technique was too raw, and his defensive awareness and habits had not been tempered by NBA-level competition. He was a "jumping man" easily fooled into leaving his feet by a simple feint.
Returning to her cave dwelling, Ning Xin felt a sense of complete relief. Hardly had she lain down on her bed when a transmission talisman flew in.
But this delay cost them the initiative, especially for Messi. His abilities were already inferior to Amon's, and he had only been holding on by relying on the miracle of the God-Slaying Strike and the flexibility of space magic. With this delay, Amon’s dagger was already at his throat.
Qingzhu’s gentleness was of a kind you could not refuse. She cared for nothing; at times she was like a sword, at times like a pot of tea, at times like a cup of strong spirits, and at other times, she was like a mountain spring.
Though his subordinate spoke urgently, Hei Yue showed no signs of panic. She merely blinked, then stepped directly through the spatial portal, appearing on the high platform of the square.
The mummy bandages had completely shattered, revealing a robust physique: a dog's head on a human body, skin dark and smooth. In one hand he held a Staff of Rebirth, in the other a golden scale—it was the very image of Anubis from mythology. As his form expanded, he grew to four or five meters in height, his feet landing squarely on the coffin.
Silver Moon was currently below the spot where Lin Qingyu and Su Ying were chatting; that location was precisely a window sill.
Seeking quick success is never a good thing. The most important thing now is to mitigate risk. The game of money requires patience; it is not a one-off deal, nor is it a simple matter of revealing cards to determine victory. Combining technique and intellect is the best way to make money.
"Urp," a hiccup escaped Copper Hammer. He seemed to realize something, looked down, and saw a pair of black irises staring back at him.

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This karmic fire is a product unique to Buddhism. In Catholicism, it is known as hellfire, the flame of demons, yet these two are fundamentally different. The hellfire of Catholicism burns only the pure, whereas the fuel for karmic fire is sin itself.
After breaking through the power of fate, the chains continued to rush toward Dimolin. The totems before Dimolin shifted constantly, and waves of elemental attacks struck the chains one after another, finally shattering them completely.
"Please pass on a message: say that Old Nine from the Xiaoyao Empire has come to pay a visit!" With his hands behind his back, Old Nine looked at the two people before him and spoke calmly.
Everyone knew that the reputation of Sakura Building had been restored, so many investors wanted in, meaning the price was no longer what it once was. Before, securing two percent for twenty million dollars would have been impossible.
"Damn it, these Gastrea are holmium-resistant!" Rentaro Satomi couldn't help but shout.
She hadn't thought of He Yuyuan earlier, but once things quieted down, her peripheral vision caught the Soul-Art Flag, and she remembered instantly.
Unfortunately, the leader of the moderate faction, the teacher of Diabolo, the Third Elder Dika, was the very person Qi Tai described as having a broken mind. Diabolo had spoken to his teacher many times, but the Third Elder remained unmoved, insisting on his own views.
As for the World Serpent, it was still necessary for Wolf Valley to make contact. How had this highly confidential matter been leaked? Furthermore, how did the enemy know their whereabouts? Most importantly, was the intelligence accurate, and was there any need to continue this mission?