Chapter 28

Once the first two initiated, the others could no longer restrain themselves, one after another urging Zhang Zheng to stay and leave the matter for tomorrow night.

Ling Jiajia, upon hearing Ji Liunian’s voice, felt as if she had found her kin; she immediately abandoned her date and sprinted over.

Xu Wen was unaware of all this, and Ling Baolu did not make a scene, choosing instead to sit quietly and watch the rehearsals for other programs.

If I have misjudged these two, then they are not worth my investment. Diligent cultivation is always linked to one's foundation; no one can reap without sowing. By nurturing them now, I gain two future allies.

The Tyranitar, seized from the poachers, emerged from its Poké Ball. Its weight of over two hundred kilograms landed heavily on the ground, causing the earth to crater slightly.

Xue Linglong’s voice grew increasingly excited and frantic. By the end, the telepathic transmission was a series of roars inside Mo Junli’s consciousness, so visceral that it made her hair stand on end.

It was the weekend, and Mingnan had gone out for a run early in the morning. While he didn't run every single day, he prioritized healthy exercise whenever he had the time. Whenever Yulu insisted on joining him, he would always feel sorry that she hadn't slept enough and would refuse to let her come along.

Whether it was the Qingyuan Dynasty, the Beastman Kingdom, the Great Ming Kingdom, the Alliance of Ten Thousand Demons, or the Elf Kingdom, all bowed in submission to Young Master Qin.

523 jumped up. Before the red lightning could strike, it froze in its tracks, a trace of terror emerging in its crimson pupils.

Jian Heng regained his composure, shook his head, and cast these absurd thoughts from his mind. He subconsciously wanted to grab the rabbit and put it back in the cage so he could enter the space to fetch more spirit-spring water to feed it, continuing his experiment to see if the Englishman’s translation was truly reliable.

If they refused to reveal their identities, it mattered little. Anyone wearing such Mo Armor must be a significant figure; a quick investigation would suffice, and if they were apprehended directly, they would have nowhere to run.

"Nonsense! Fellow Daoist, you mustn't speak so recklessly. I merely thought their words sounded reasonable..." The old man felt guilty, his words clearly insincere.

If my cultivation were higher, and if I had mastered the Hunyuan Ruler to a deeper level, its power would not be limited to just one-tenth of its true potential.

Xi Lele, however, was afraid the dog would bark while he was stealing the sheep, so he poisoned it first. The next morning, the owner first found the dog dead at the gate, and upon checking the sheep pen, discovered five sheep missing.

Furthermore, they had obtained the coordinates of the Tianyuan Dao Sect from its disciples; teleporting there would be simple.

Yet, this "old veteran" who had crawled through the mud and blood of military camps for over a decade, surviving over a hundred brushes with death, was left with nothing but two bars and two stars on his shoulders.

He recounted everything from his father’s generation down to the life plans for his future son, his saliva flying in his excitement.

Even brothers or father and son might kill each other over such a prize, let alone people with shallow connections.

After explaining the situation, Sun Qingyue drove to a vast lot where various luxury cars and supercars were parked, each worth several million or more.

The crowd was speechless; this fellow truly loved his blade more than life itself, willing to abandon his wife for it.

Once she awakened to the reality of being a "thought body," she began to contemplate the value of her existence, eventually deciding to leave Gu Yue to find her true self.

In his heart, Gu Yue, who had rescued him from the abyss of a criminal syndicate, was as great as a father. Gu Yue had taught him so much, yet he had betrayed him.

The lion-headed humanoid on the left was the first to raise its fingers—they were exactly like a human’s. His arm waved gently, moving like a stiff corpse clawing at the air.

Madam Xu’s attitude was shared by many, not just Lin Zhenniang. It wasn't just the onlookers pointing fingers; the man who had been suppressing his rage also changed his expression.

From a minor clerk to an official, he had climbed in only four years, which was considered quite fortunate compared to many others. Although they hadn't met and she hadn't heard anyone mention how An Ronghe received his appointment, Lin Zhenniang knew in her heart that this position as a minor eighth-rank registrar was merely a starting point for him.

Jun Yuan said in a deep voice that the three generals' determination to capture Bai Yuling was cause for concern. The plan was going smoothly, but if anything happened to Bai Yuling, it could hardly be called a victory.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw someone come up to the second floor. It was Martial Brother Wu, guided by a waiter, accompanied by a large group of people.

Chen Feng, meanwhile, had gained immense confidence. He had only just begun to grasp the secret technique of the Three Thousand Dao Knots. He believed that with time, he could draw out more threads and tie more knots. If he had all three thousand threads in hand, Chen Feng could wrap the phantom entirely, and no matter how it transformed into sand, it would have no way to escape.

Just as the song goes, "She doesn't appreciate the obsession with musical scales, yet a mother's love never retreats," reflecting the maternal love and gratitude felt by the band Beyond during their period of confusion and low points.

"Hoo~ hoo." Although Yezang had dodged the man’s attack, he still looked somewhat disheveled.

Just as she was about to leave, she remembered something, walked up to Wu Fei aggressively, picked up the remaining glass of water, downed it, and turned to leave.

Ye Chen exchanged a brief greeting with the two women, then looked away, not lingering too long. He knew that while they were both beautiful, staring at them would be impolite and might easily lead to the misunderstanding that he was a lecher.

Lei Yuling wanted to splash her with coffee, but she didn't dare, for Song Zhizhi now held the upper hand. She had to swallow her pride, grab the design blueprints from the table, and pace away.

Luo Tianhong didn't want to hear any more explanations and reached out to interrupt her.

Given the lack of leads, Song Xin felt it was better to start with the photographs. After all, Mai Ji must have had a reason for leaving them behind.

Song Beige had actually considered this question, but relying solely on the original owner’s memories, she had no way to distinguish the truth.

With an angry shout, Mo Zili revealed himself from mid-air. Frowning at the pitch-black forest below, he formed seals with his hands and summoned lightning, which struck down and charred the trees instantly.