Chapter 45: The Tiger Man-Eater Case (15)

Neither Zhan Zhao nor Miao Ruolan could have foreseen at that moment that this war would drag on for over a decade. By the time it finally ended, even Zhan Xuelin had grown into a young lad.

"What is Lord Uzuki doing?" Within the scouting party moving through the jungle, Uzuki suddenly came to a halt, leaving his subordinates puzzled as to whether he had discovered something unusual or what.

"My brother-in-law's Hummer is in top shape, easily worth several times more than that crappy BMW!" Zhu Jun had witnessed his brother-in-law's Hummer firsthand and knew what a true luxury vehicle looked like.

"Manzi, you must tell me if something is wrong, I'm begging you!" Zhang Xiaohu said earnestly once more.

After all, Bai Suzhen had cultivated for seventeen hundred years. Although pregnancy had greatly diminished her internal energy, her physical resilience still surpassed that of ordinary people, and thus the delivery was not particularly difficult. Shi Hui had been pondering how to keep the midwife outside should she arrive, but before the midwife even showed up, the child was already born.

Xu Wen maneuvered the Nether Banner in a wide arc across the sea of demons, eventually appearing before Fu Qingshan's beast-headed wooden boat.

"What are you doing here?" demanded the leader, who was none other than Cao Zhanpeng's subordinate, a fellow named Hu Qi.

"My esteemed brother seems to have some grievances against me; please feel free to speak your mind. How have I offended you?" Zhan Zhao asked with a mild and courteous expression, though his words effectively cornered Ziyun.

The voice was so familiar that Gong Qianzhu's senses instantly cleared, and she turned her head to see a face just inches away.

The two doctors grew increasingly uneasy, casting their gazes toward a man of about thirty standing nearby with his head bowed.

He discovered that Tang Xinyi had indeed crossed the threshold of cultivation, reaching the peak of Profound Master, merely a step away from becoming a Great Profound Master.

Facing Chu Jiang's gaze, along with the fresh heart-blood of Su Yu that still stained his cheek, paired with the faint smile playing at the corners of Chu Jiang's lips...

Yet at this moment, everyone had misunderstood, their gazes shifting toward him in pure adoration. How could Lin Fan not feel deeply depressed?

However, as they took a detour, Luo Yunxi could not help wondering inwardly just how many secrets were buried within this Cangyuan Continent.

"Fine! You said it yourself. I just hope you don't lose too miserably and end up crying," Lei Keming sneered.

Hearing Luo Yunxi's familiar voice beside her ear, Xu Ling'er finally realized she was currently cradled in a soft embrace. Shouldn't she have crashed onto the hard stones and been smashed into a pulp?

This left Tingfeng torn between joy and sorrow; he was glad his parents stopped scolding him, but lamenting that being kicked by a cow had become a running joke in his household.

Far from looking frightened, Cai Meimei, who had moments earlier worn a look of disgust, was now brimming with excitement.

Li Mubai could not help but be utterly astonished. The restaurant had opened for business before they even found a chef?

When he finally raised his head, Feng Yunxi and Mu Yichen had already walked away, leaving him to lead his men back to the kitchen.

"There is no need. If someone truly wishes to conceal their identity, you wouldn't be able to uncover anything anyway," Bai Zixiang remarked.

The sword techniques practiced by Nangong Jinghong were the Moon-Worship Sword Technique, the Wind and Cloud Sword Art, and a single stance from the Heart-Sword Divine Art. Because the Heart-Sword Divine Art had been lost for ages, leaving behind only the Wrathful Heart stance, and perhaps limited by his natural talent, Nangong Jinghong had never been able to grasp its true essence, leaving his execution of the technique superficial and entirely devoid of its spiritual core.

In truth, there were only thick clouds in the sky, nothing else. The brewing storm mirrored the old man's current mood. Well, Deng Dajang decided he had better keep his mouth shut so as not to alert the enemy.

Some people took it upon themselves to embellish the drama, making the plot even more turbulent and exaggerated. They claimed they had personally stepped in, pulling out all eighteen martial arts weapons just to tear the two old hags apart, warning that otherwise a great disaster would have occurred, especially if anger drove someone to draw a knife.

Standing five meters away from Junyao, Ye Zheng raised his spear and lunged swiftly toward Zhao Qin. A chaotic melee erupted instantly, with countless figures surging toward the eight individuals.

Yun Yun sat cross-legged upon a straw cushion, her graceful and noble face currently marred by a strange and intense fury. The words Yun Shan had spoken to her earlier had plunged her entire body into an icy chill.

Dong Lan had no intention of going to the Deng family estate herself. She knew very well that, lacking any special privileges much like her useless husband Deng Tietou, she would simply be chased away. To successfully cross the threshold of the Deng family, she had to deploy her mother-in-law as her ultimate trump card.

Regarding Zhu Yuanzhang's sudden retreat, both Zhu Wen and Gao Qixing felt a degree of dissatisfaction. Something that had felt so close within their grasp was suddenly snatched away—it was thoroughly exasperating.

"We'll talk once we see Sister Zhu." Wang Micheng's mind was entirely occupied with figuring out how to negotiate with Sister Zhu to plug the financial hole, leaving him no attention to spare for Lao Liu.

Silence, nothing but silence. The car had traveled a considerable distance when Peng Haoming turned his head away, fixing his gaze on the bleak scenery outside the window. With a sharp screech, Zhu Mei'er slammed on the brakes, bringing the vehicle to a halt by the roadside.

Didn't Nangong Jinghong like Mu Ye? Why was he showing such concern for Ye Jinmu now?

When Liao Xi put these items up for sale, he simultaneously drove the economic development of the entire Han Dynasty. Through commodities like sugarcane, Liao Xi accumulated immense wealth.

In the moment of crisis, she rushed directly before him, shielding him from the descending vortex. Guo Yu'er could not stem the flow of her tears as she realized that, in this very instant, her heart was entirely filled with the image of this man and his final parting gaze.

"Rest assured! If anyone from the Golden Cicada Stronghold dares to harm you, I will be the first to not let them go!" Long Ma broke the silence, offering her solemn promise.

Desedis waved his scepter, commanding his troops: "Take your positions, prepare to engage!" Desedis's soldiers quickly formed ranks, their practiced movements demonstrating that the army had undergone rigorous training and was unlike any rabble charging blindly into battle.

The brilliant sunshine made it difficult for Marves to open his eyes for a long time. When he finally managed to adjust to the glare, he noticed something amiss within the camp. Gone was the usual bustle, absent were the greetings of the soldiers; the entire camp seemed unnaturally quiet.

Had it not been for the mutual desire of her and Fu Dianchen to protect each other from harm, this move could never have been executed.

"I have no choice; I must stay by your side now. As for the reason, you don't need to know yet," Chu Chu said, looking straight into Shen Yu's eyes with a solemn expression.