Chapter 51

Wang Qiang wandered continuously across various regions, specifically targeting experts who had reached the realm of transformation. Generally speaking, unless they were martial artists above the fifth heaven, none of them could withstand a single blow from him.

"Don't be like this. If the money hasn't fallen short, I'm leaving!" Flying Tiger said, pushing the money back with a single sweep. Then he swiftly rolled up the car window, started the engine with a sudden jolt, and drove away. The old man's shouting echoed from behind the car.

Meeting Shen Yunxi's gaze, which carried a hint of entreaty, Xiao Yihan's heart skipped a beat. Perhaps he really was overthinking things. But at a critical juncture like this, he could not afford to be completely devoid of precautionary thoughts.

The adjutant scratched his head as he left. He always felt the marshal was a bit abnormal. Ever since the expedition began, he had been somewhat absent-minded, though his frequency of drinking coffee had increased dramatically.

Dong Ru's face flushed red, and suddenly her anger dissipated. She felt she was utterly spineless; just a moment ago she had been fierce and threatening, declaring she would never believe his words again, yet in the blink of an eye, with just this little gesture—this seductive pose must have been intentional on his part—she had unconditionally surrendered without any reason. It was both pathetic and humiliating.

A massive suction force emanated from the old man's double palms. Looking closely, one would discover that a vortex had materialized out of thin air right in front of his hands, and the endless suction force was generated from this very vortex.

Wang Qiang opened his eyes, and the moment he met Lian Kexuan's gaze, he felt the intense affection and deep sentiment flowing from her.

Wang Xiangjun cast a complicated glance at Yin Le. She did not believe Yin Le would kneel for the sake of her life. However, the chieftain had previously demanded that she consume human fecal medicine or insects. They went outside for a little while, and upon returning, gave her the antidote. If she claimed Long Yin Le had done nothing, she could not even convince herself.

Just in time, Duan Zhanpeng had been struck earlier, and now as he was hauled up, the towel wrapped around his body naturally fell away, which Wan Pingnan inevitably saw.

Yin Le hurriedly said, "General Murong, I have brought Ye Rong back!" Fortunately, Murong Shang was here, giving her a chance to change the subject.

The two of them stubbornly dragged out their interaction with the two camera lenses for a full fifteen minutes, until the AI camera carrier finally grew thoroughly annoyed, moved the camera away, and went to film the other contestants.

There was no excessive interference with the combat, and no hints would be given for clues. There was no other way. After this round, whether it was the Coton Show debut finals, or future Class A tournaments, Stardust Cups, and Interstellar Leagues, Wuji would have to shoulder everything single-handedly.

"Where are we going now?" Qin Jinyu asked, pulled along by Su Heng, sitting dazedly inside the carriage. By the time she reacted, the carriage was already moving, and she posed this question to Su Heng.

Deeply humiliated, the elders made up their minds. Once Saviana dared to return to the Dragon Island, they would immediately take mandatory measures upon discovering her, absolutely denying her a second chance to challenge the Dragon Emperor.

University started a week earlier than high school. Since she still had to work at old man Hui's place at night, Huaizhen moved into Lombard Street a week later than Yunxia as well.

Wei Xiao and Chizao naturally did not film any bed scenes, but in order to create a buzz, Director Liu still added a scene for the two of them—a scene where Wei Xiao bared some flesh.

"Male God Xiao is mine": So, the Star CP isn't just fans amusing themselves? The male god really belongs to someone else now? Sob.

Throughout the entire winter vacation, except for the days around the Lunar New Year, the two of them were practically glued to each other every single day.

"I didn't expect you to know how to archery! Your form is so standard, oh yeah." Taking advantage of the moment when Elder Bei turned away to busy himself, Wu Tong grabbed Nana and pulled her into a corner hidden from Heru, deliberately speaking in a seemingly casual tone. Although she had already guessed Nana's intention, Wu Tong still couldn't resist testing her.

Furthermore, the newly appointed figure had been unanimously approved by the internal investment promotion department with numerous votes, making the appointment indisputable.

Midsummer drank the warm ginger soup and finally managed to sleep peacefully. In her dream, she absorbed all the memories of the original body.

The black Bodhi wood materialized in her hand, and a surging force poured into it. Black and purple intertwined, and the Bodhi wood flashed with a bloody, baleful light, violently smashing down onto the wordless stele.

Gu Liansheng got up and got out of bed. Lin Anwan had already prepared a change of clothes for him just like before, and he took the clothes and went inside to wash up.

Seeing Feng Qiywen like this, Feng Wanlun let out a long sigh. Although angry inside, he felt even more worry, and seeing that Xing Shen was still present, he didn't have the heart to reproach her harshly. Instead, he simply turned and stepped down from the carriage, instructing the coachman to hurry back.

Under the combination of various factors, these martial heroes first felt their courage fail them when facing Shi Xie, so naturally they chimed in with a chorus of yeses to whatever he said. And Guo Bin could not help maliciously speculating that Shi Xie had left this bunch of unruly pugilistic heroes hanging for several days precisely to achieve this very effect.

Anran shrugged. Seeing that Zhao Ru truly had no spare energy left to speak with her, Anran lost interest, watched by Zhao Ru's side for a little longer, and then left.

Xing Shen saw that Feng Qiywen's eyes were full of anxiety, and couldn't help feeling a bit worried. Subconsciously, he wanted to pat Feng Qiywen's hand.

For one thing, the Prince of Qi could not completely trust Fang Shuyu; for another, Fang Shuyu studied the Confucian way, and in matters of this kind, he might not handle things as well as Chief Secretary Shu.

He Dazhu blinked a few times. The roll of banknotes on the table was still there, but refusing to believe it, he pinched his own thigh hard.

As for He Jianjun, he had been able to support himself by the age of eleven. Using himself as a benchmark, he believed that He An was old enough to take good care of himself.

Green leaves fluttered into the air. Ignoring the outcome entirely, Jiang Ning unleashed a martial skill directly, fiercely bombarding the pitch-black cave together with the underpants clone. Since the Six Demons had yet to recover their memories and lacked martial arts skills, they could only watch from the sidelines.

He did not know why he had seen those things. In the visions, the old woman's movements were sluggish, and she was skin and bones.

Although the old matriarch of the Zhao family did not quite agree with her old man's decision, after all, they were a couple who had weathered storms together for decades, and she understood what her old man was considering in his heart.

The beggar-bandit pointed to the second floor of the large workshop. The doors and windows up there were dilapidated and broken, looking from afar just like a haunted house, with no sign whatsoever that anyone might live inside.

Hao Yueliang asked questions lively and cheerfully, practically finding out everything that could be known about Song Chenguang, while Song Chenguang also shared some of the things he was permitted to tell.

"You forgot, our mission is the Zhonghua Group. Actually, chasing after the core base earlier already exceeded the scope of the mission..." Double Blade explained to Gu Xingbao.

Looking out the window, the lights on the Suzhou River cast brilliant colors onto the water, and a bright moon hung in the sky, its gentle reflection drifting along with the ripples. For a moment, Wang Yong was slightly intoxicated—truly a brilliant intertwining of lamplight and moonlight.