Chapter 52: Arrival in Hong Kong

In the distance, the sound of hooves like muffled thunder was rushing toward them. It seemed the assassination here had already attracted attention.

People believed that Mo Tong could not possibly let the matter regarding Feiyun rest; after all, Feiyun's father was Mo Tong's master.

Yang Bing knew that the only one capable of dragging TaiShu Juan away at a time like this was that fat pig of a man. The Elves were an elegant race—at least that was how Yang Bing understood it—yet such an elegant race had produced someone like Li Zhi, a fatty whom Yang Bing had long found repulsive.

Looking around, although the cries of eagles and wails of men frequently drifted into his ears, they did not make much of an impression on Liu Tian. As long as one possessed faith, even if Heaven willed you to die, it would not be so easy.

On the continent of Gaia, the higher people's levels, the greater their sensory perception. Yet now, in this night, everyone seemed to have completely lost their sight. Even Gao Hao, who was at the fourth tier of martial condensation, could only see a mere dozen meters ahead clearly. One must know that in the daytime, he could see things hundreds of meters away.

"Are you all fully recovered?" Gao Hao asked with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. He could hardly imagine what would happen if he opened his eyes and everyone was gone, but fortunately, they had suffered no losses this time.

Right in the center of the formation were the surrounded Han Xijun and the sand-man who was retracting his bone sword.

This troop belonged to the Sha family, though Sha Kun had no knowledge of this operation; it was carried out privately by the Third General. Having suffered a crushing defeat previously, which caused him to lose face completely in front of Sha Kun, he had sent men to ambush the Lin family's stronghold in an attempt to regain some prestige.

"Who is Elder Lu? I don't know him. You've got the wrong person!" Yuan Xing said, maintaining her vigilance and pretending not to care.

Her heart was twisted into a knot. In the Lei family, anyone could ride roughshod over her, anyone could ignore her feelings, and anyone could even order her around. Tears dampened her eye sockets, and she buried her face in her hands.

"The Prince thinks too much. How could a mere commoner like me dare to show disrespect to the Prince? It's just that there is something which does not belong to the Prince. Since the Prince has come today, I must ask you to hand it over!" He remained silent, watching his surroundings with vigilance.

However, those were windfall gains, a one-off windfall that vanished once used. Therefore, no matter how much there was, it was difficult to change a country's fundamental situation.

However, sending the cola here for Jing Xu to examine served two purposes: first, to confirm that it should merely be a harmless sleeping potion, and second, going to a hospital would bring too many ensuing troubles. Furthermore, Su Mo was not around to step in for him, though fortunately, Jing Xu had a bad temper while his medical skills were reliable.

He looked truly handsome today; his hair was meticulously styled with hair gel, and he wore a black suit with a dark blue tie. A trace of hatred was harbored in his eyes, his thin lips pressed tightly together as he glared down at her from above with a fixed gaze.

Back then, the campaign against the Demon Realm had achieved an absolute advantage, and most of the lands of the Demon Realm had become new territories for the human kingdoms. If Aersilan had won that final battle, the Demon Realm would have been completely eradicated, and all the liches would have been slaughtered by humans.

There was another fatal aspect: the price of Wei Shi paint was extremely cheap, being at least five to six yuan cheaper than Zhi Mei New Materials.

Yet, why did it feel as though she had betrayed him? At the Wind and Cloud Inn, during the hour of Xu. The cold moon had completely hidden itself behind the clouds, and the sky above Wu City seemed draped in a layer of black cloth.

"You certainly take things lightly!" Yue Bin, a notorious rake in City B, poured himself a glass of wine.

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Zhidong decided not to tell Shi Lei just yet about the Alorians' words through Coach Lei, lest Shi Lei, whose injuries had not yet fully healed, feel an overwhelming sense of pressure. Thus, Zhang Zhidong chose only to mention fragments of it.

This old man was none other than the owner of the voice that had called out to Steve just as he was about to leave.

"It's not over yet! Roar!" Following that, Chen Qixiong let out an angry roar, his entire body enveloped in an aura. This was the extra shield granting 20% of maximum health obtained immediately after activating the skill [Unbridled Wind], while simultaneously dealing damage to surrounding enemies.

"Damn it, haven't you always been looking forward to my death? You wouldn't happen to want to use this opportunity to get rid of me, would you?" Upon seeing this, Ning Hao asked in astonishment, looking as if he had just seen the sun rise from the west.

Indeed, Steve's departure from the Xiaoyao Sect was not immediately to seek out the deep-sea ruins; his first destination was the place where he had lived in his past life.

The Lich King's faint voice echoed in Steve's ears, sweeping a condescending gaze over the two of them.

"It's nothing... He probably won't appear anymore. You should go back," Luo Feng said with a smile, preparing to leave afterwards.

Clearly, they had not anticipated that during the period of their seclusion, so many experts would emerge in the City of Wronged Deaths.

As soon as these words were spoken, quite a few officials who had been sitting quietly and listening could not help opening their eyes, their faces tinged with a hint of surprise.

Upon hearing the words of Lord Taishang Laojun, Ning Hao offered a bitter smile, and then poured out all his troubles to him. Taishang Laojun listened as quietly as an old friend, without making any extraneous remarks.

"Senior, I may be very weak, but I harbor the Moro Realm within my body. You should know what the Moro Realm is, right?" Lin Feng asked in return.

However, being able to make both Suyuxing and Yu Shengmo resist this actor perhaps meant the reason went beyond the actor simply not fitting the character?

Not to mention that standing at a distance earlier, it didn't seem like much, but now that they were close, the sour stench radiating from those people was simply choking.

In just half a year, Lin Feng had broken through continuously, eventually becoming a mighty cultivator at the late stage of Deity Transformation.

Therefore, after washing up, the two of them were unable to rest for long before hurriedly scrambling up to catch their train.

Hearing this, Shen Zhen's eyes suddenly widened, and a painful gasp escaped his throat, as if he had been struck down by this sudden news.

Hearing that she intended to create some opera-themed manga, they all expressed that whenever she wanted to know anything about traditional opera, she could ask them at any time.

Yet it matched the figure in their memories incomparably well, and the mystery that had plagued them for so long was finally unraveled.

The most common occurrence in combat was being scratched by the fingernails of zombies; even if one's abdomen was ripped open, as long as flesh and blood were not lost, prompt treatment could still save them.

Ron murmured this cool-sounding word, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

After hanging up the phone, I was just about to drive away when unexpectedly, a car rear-ended me.