Volume 1, Chapter 35: Duan Xiadong Returns

The old village chief replied righteously, "Of course not. Our duty is to guard; if we were to look, would that not make us thieves who betray our own trust? I am incapable of such a thing."

Just as the opponent was about to strike, they combined military deterrence with stern, logical denunciation. The strategists of the World Studio applied their battle tactics for beast tides to the realm of public opinion in reality, and it had already achieved miraculous results.

"Understood. Sect Master, the Left Gate is opening. I must give it my all. Moreover, once the Left Gate is opened, the Right Gate will inevitably close and become impassable!" the Black Bat said respectfully.

Just as the situation seemed to be going perfectly, a report came in that the vanguard had been blocked by the security forces.

"What could be the problem? Jin Yu, what are you worried about? Are you worried about whether I can secure the top spot, or are you afraid of another incident like last time?" Liu Daofei countered.

"President Jin, I have some questions regarding the purchase of equipment that I would like to discuss with you. Might you have a moment...?" Liu Weiqiang turned his gaze toward Jin Chengjun.

"Ming Lei, the cells that are experiencing issues—wouldn't those be the ones incapable of resonance?" Xiao Yi asked.

However, in contrast to Liu Daofei’s inner urgency, Liu He, the director of the film, appeared unhurried. He was relaxed and composed, looking as if he had everything well in hand.

Le Yiyang and Lai Jiyun were about to board the ship when they suddenly heard a clamor of voices behind them. The two turned around, startled, to see over a dozen people dressed as villagers running toward them in a panic. Seeing their aggressive approach, Lai Jiyun instinctively reached for the Thousand-Form Sword at his waist.

Zhang Chu was already a celebrity in the imperial court; he was the only regional commander who dared to take the Emperor’s words lightly and demanded payment before starting any work.

Suddenly hearing a heart-wrenching cough, he teleported there without a second thought.

It is common knowledge that no one is permitted to enter the death row, yet Feng Moyan was able to do so, which shows that he had underestimated his son's ambition.

Furthermore, the targets of the Beggar Sect’s requests were always low-to-mid-level sects, chambers of commerce, and even wandering immortals.

After lunch, Mu Youluo distributed medicinal pills to the sect disciples and sent them off to cultivate, while she herself headed down the mountain.

Zhao Yao felt no surprise at these words. He lowered his voice and said to Lai Qian, "Don't they do this all the time?" For the past few years, the suggestion of making the Second Prince the Crown Prince had been brought up so often that it had become a daily occurrence.

Tang Yinan, who had been teleported next to the wardrobe by Zhang Zimo, was deeply shaken. Her chest heaved, she gasped for air, and her expression was one of lingering fear.

At this moment, Mu Youluo’s aura was on par with Ming Jue’s, leaving both of them stunned and covered in cold sweat.

At first, it was curiosity and anticipation, followed by fear and resistance, and in the end, it became acceptance and enjoyment.

The next instant, he appeared behind the monstrously transformed Sect Leader Zhou and slammed the strand of third-grade pill fire in his hand onto the man's back.

Wen Sheng nimbly dressed and hopped off the bed. After a moment of hesitation, she grabbed half a stack of talismans and headed out.

Yin Zihan was taken aback and scrambled to dodge. The force surged toward her like a monstrous tide, aggressive and overwhelming. She ran for her life, only to find that she could not escape the pursuit of that power no matter what.

Although there was no karmic binding, the nine Dragon Kings felt they had gained a basic understanding of Xu Yuan over this time, knowing he was not the type to be ungrateful.

As they were eating, a rustling sound suddenly approached from not far away. The ground began to tremble slightly, as if some gargantuan creature was stepping on fallen leaves and dry branches, walking slowly toward them.

The bird had opened its eyes; they were golden and appeared exceptionally bright in the dim environment.

Relying on having a brother who was the number one outer sect disciple, he acted arrogantly all day, looking down on everyone.

Hong Xiuquan had just seen Luo Yaoguo recognize "God Yang" as his foster father, and his long, pale face had pulled into a frown. But seeing this "True Heavenly Man" kowtow to him with such respect and call himself "younger brother of your subject," he felt the "True Heavenly Man" was one of his own, and his face broke into a smile.

It was just that he was still young, and his realization of the Great Dao had not yet matured, which was why he had not yet reached the Great Perfection stage of Soul Condensation.

Crimson, purple, and white lightning illuminated the sky, weaving together like serpentine dragons.

Gu Ya felt a surge of anger seeing this; she was a major star, so why hadn't he even looked at her properly?

"I am not Su Xi. So, your sister's name is Su Xi! What a lovely name. You can call me Grandmother An! I think you should know who I am by now..." Grandmother An said with a kind smile.

Sure enough, she saw Saitou Hajime, Todo Heisuke, Harada Sanosuke, Nagakura Shinpachi, and other male protagonists from the game on the corridor in the distance.

Although Genryo looked a bit foolish, he was obedient and wouldn't cause trouble, so it was fine to bring him along.

After experiencing it a few times, the fear was long gone. I only felt a bit hesitant in my heart—what on earth should I do about Lin Nan’s situation?

"My lady, this fox likely won't live much longer," the manager said. After all, since this was a spirit beast from their shop, he felt it was best to be clear about the situation.

"You don't need to guess to know it must have been Lin Yuan who told you," Fu Yi said softly, picking up his coffee to take a sip. Fu Yi’s personality was even colder than Lin Jingshen’s; it was as if the air around him froze wherever he went.

Back in the day, people like Copernicus and Bruno proposed the heliocentric theory and ended up burned at the stake, because the scientific thinking of the time could not yet comprehend their wild imagination.

He crooked his finger at Wanwan. Wanwan was pained and frustrated, but since she needed his help, she had no choice but to swallow her pride, bare her jade-like feet, and walk before Mo Wen.

Seeing that he was about to lose the trail, Yang Jing had no choice but to change his perspective. Since he could not track Wei Wudi, he would have to search for the trail of the inner palace guards and the Marquis.