Chapter 37: The Man-Eating Tiger Case (7)

If Xie Zhou dared to act recklessly, Zhou Lin would not let years of collegial friendship stop him from giving him a severe beating.

Xie Zhou waved his hand dismissively. "Relax, I know my limits. She is the darling of our police station; I treat her like a treasure!"

Zhou Lin, busy with the task of identifying the deceased, strode away, taking Jiang Qi with him.

Xie Zhou led Xiao Man to the laboratory, where a massive iron cage had been placed. Inside, the tiger remained unconscious, still under the influence of the tranquilizer.

Watson had heard of the Serenity Tavern, where they served wine said to calm the mind and invite slow, contemplative sipping. However, he had paid it little mind; he dedicated all his time to cultivation. To Watson, spending time drinking in a tavern was nothing but a waste.

"Your Majesty’s grand ambitions would surely bring great comfort to the late Emperor." Li Dongyang felt deeply gratified, his heart stirred with emotion.

Perhaps because she had been saved after attempting to take her own life, having brushed against death and deeply realized that "once you are dead, everything is gone," she began to yearn for life.

"Someone... might have seen the person who buried the bodies two years ago," Wu Cuo’s voice sounded exceptionally excited.

Because, right now, he was looking at Elizabeth IV, who was staring back at him with eyes full of coldness and indifference.

I feel like my entire body has fallen apart. My divine power is gone, and I am now a mere mortal of flesh and blood; even if I were to become a mummy, I wouldn't be particularly strong.

The virtual reality space of the High-Tech Star aliens had not closed and still persisted. The threat of the Dragon-Armor Clan was now the least of their worries, while the dense laser fire from the Mecha Clan had already pulverized the Earth, leaving humanity with heavy casualties.

Strangely, upon arriving at the Hundred-Household Office, Li Li did not receive the expected welcome. Forget a welcome—why was everyone looking at him as if he owed them ten taels of silver?

Lu Song’s sword technique was peculiar. Seeing Lin Bin adopt a grappling style, he surprisingly began to maneuver in tandem with him.

Leng Sicao gave Qin Ao a look of disdain before collapsing to the ground. Qin Ao watched him, then stepped forward and gave him a kick; the effect was indeed quite satisfactory.

Dressed in ancient attire, Su Yiru was breathtakingly beautiful. Her waist was as slender as a willow, and though her face was devoid of rouge or powder, it remained incredibly fresh and supple.

"Snow Mastiff, what's wrong with you?!" Dongfang Guangtian asked with surprise, crouching down to check on the animal's condition.

At this rate, it was unlikely Su Qiu would be back by tomorrow. She had never stayed out overnight before.

Lin Yiyi did not want to dwell on the day's events; she lacked the energy to revisit anything concerning Ning Shixiu. Lu Li seemed to sense her intent and asked no further questions. To him, the specifics were not the most important thing; the fact that she sat before him, safe and sound, was worth more than anything else.

Before she could turn back, a sharp longsword whistled past her ear, shearing off a lock of her dark, silky hair.

"Princess, how much of her story do you find credible?" After she had departed, Mei Qian looked at her with concern, her delicate face etched with doubt.

"You two were so engrossed in your conversation that we’ve eaten everything," Hu Li said, pointing to a plate that was already half-empty, feeling that their appetite had been quite impressive today.

Wei Limu let out a long sigh and, with a sense of helplessness, turned her over so that her back was facing him.

Zhao Yun suddenly covered his nose; it was as if he could smell the stench of the corpse lingering on his own body.

Of course, I learned this from certain other nations; my strategy is far too shallow compared to the grand games played by the great powers.

The sorcerer hoped to bluff the demon, then leave as quickly as possible to preserve his own reputation.

"At that time, an expert from the Xuantian Sect entered. I do not know his name, only that he reached Prince Yuan's tomb before I did."

"Sister Shuyun, we won't chat any longer; I need to rush home and discuss this with my husband." Seeing Madam Huang dash away, Sister Zhou prepared to head home to spread the news.