Chapter 43

“Today, you owe me a cup of coffee first.” Huo Ting waved his hand, and Sang Yurou immediately took the menu and then approached. She gave Zhuang Qingqing a sly wink.

The entire scene caught him completely off guard; he didn’t even have the chance to activate his technique. Slightly flustered, he gritted his teeth and took the loss. Gathering his profound energy, he threw a punch that emitted a yellow light stronger than Wang Xuan’s palm strike.

Nan Xiu pondered deeply, then wrote a letter pleading with Prince Li to bring it into the palace and secretly deliver it to Jing Qingran.

This was meant to bring the two closer. Perhaps, before his grandfather died, he used a secret technique to glimpse the rise of the Zhang family. That destined person might very well be Li Yao.

Both the government and the common people of Wa Kingdom were firmly controlled by the local departments of the Wa Kingdom Intelligence Bureau.

“Unless you release me from the palace immediately, I can talk for ten days and ten nights nonstop without a problem,” Jing Qingran said.

In fact, the old lady had already sensed something was amiss by probing and observing his instinctive reactions.

Tch! Zhuang Qingqing sighed and shook her hand, then sat on the swing, rocking back and forth. She knew Huo Ting didn’t want to speak because not a single word could be forced out; it was better to save his strength.

“Alright.” Huo Ting glanced at Zhuang Qingqing, then started the car and drove straight to a modest-looking hotel.

After a brief observation, Wan Shaoyou responded accordingly. Instead of paying attention to the streak of light flying toward him, he focused all his power and soul energy to complete his spell in the final moment before the light struck him.

Li Mo tried to enter the ice cave again but was once more blocked by an invisible barrier. She looked up in confusion and glanced at Bai Hua.

In truth, this fellow was rescued by a divine general under the prince’s command and was accepted into the prince’s tutelage to begin practicing the Three Souls Spirit Transformation Technique.

As for those people called Number One and the others, she had never met them but sensed both familiarity and aversion from them.

The four brothers, united in spirit, had already arrived beside Jun Yan ahead of time, quietly watching the Wan clan youths step out, their vigilance unmistakable.

In the shattered, voiceless world, Otinus’s heart remained unsettled.

Feeling something strange on the back of his hand, Xia Shiguang looked down to see a medicinal adhesive plaster. Nearby on the nightstand were several empty saline bottles. She remembered having a fever last night but did not recall receiving an injection.

Before Qing Zijin could finish speaking, a burst of laughter interrupted her, followed by a dozen martial artists stepping forward. They were all Heavenly-level fighters, some even at the late Heavenly stage, putting considerable pressure on Qing Zijin.

His heart was not as dark as he imagined, nor was his face as thick-skinned. If he did something wrong, he would still blush.

He believed that even if those things were taken back to the Transcendence Path, Lin Yuan and the others would not be able to cultivate any masters in the short term.

Twelve pitch-black towers stood before the orthodox path, each about three zhang high and more than a zhang wide. They radiated a faint glow, and just their presence was oppressive.

In this terrifying land governed by the forbidden sky rule, with the extreme cold permeating the air, anyone who could still move with such rapid evasiveness must be overwhelmingly powerful — a thought that chilled the heart.

Of course, these were not the thoughts Yang Jian should entertain now. He should focus on how to obtain the qualification for the Heaven’s Choice. Although he wasn’t certain he wanted to participate, his curiosity pushed him to investigate, and the benefits mentioned by Dou Ling earlier were quite tempting.

“Pfft.” Despite summoning their demonic armor, Xia Mingfeng and the others were still struck by the explosion’s shockwave, coughing up blood and being blown into midair, fainting as they plummeted toward the bottom of the cliff.

“Other matters?” Sensing the situation was far from what he expected, Gu Dao Ren’s expression shifted slightly, and the intimidating aura around him intensified.

Hearing this, Zhao Ming turned his head to glance at Cai Ju, his eyes flickering with murderous intent before returning his gaze to the stone statue before him.

“Gu Chuan-kun, stop.” A voice halted Gu Chuan Haoji. Yang Jian and Gu Chuan Haoji turned in surprise — it was none other than the previous Taro Tsuru.

Once this item matures, or if one day it conflicts with Yun Yu and the matter cannot be effectively resolved, Yun Yu, after much deliberation, still cannot decide to carry it around.

Later, Ruyi grew increasingly angry and, unable to bear it, decided to play a trick on Ruyi to curb her arrogance.

Her voice gradually weakened as she spoke, but her palm gripped the other’s hand tightly.

I hurried out to find an herbal pharmacy. Fortunately, I found one still open and immediately asked the owner for half a catty of senna leaves. The owner was surprised and asked why I needed so much. I explained that an elderly family member suffered from chronic constipation, so I wanted to buy extra for backup.

“Hehe, Linlin, just hold on a little longer. We haven’t eaten many times this year either. When we go to the company today, let your Stone cousin prepare a few more varieties of mushrooms. Tomorrow we’ll indulge together,” Su Min said with a cheerful smile, soothing Qi Lin.

Qi Jingtao encouraged Xu Manli, not thinking these ideas were improper. Often, those who have ideas but no abilities cannot realize them, while those capable have no ideas.

Qi Jingtao was assigned to oversee the county company’s information technology development. As a professional, he had to cooperate with the departments responsible for flue-cured tobacco production to push forward the county company’s IT work.

Chu Nan hesitated, then seeing the piece of meat showed no bite marks, opened his mouth and, catching Leng Zixuan off guard, swallowed the meat chunk.

“Mom, it’s almost ready and already in use,” Qi Jingtao said, eyes slightly moist, as he came over and bundled all the tobacco leaves together into a load. He tested the shoulder pole’s bearing capacity — it was fine, just over a hundred kilograms. Carrying it on his shoulder didn’t feel heavy.