46 Destiny

That safe was of a very old-fashioned type, equipped with a combination dial. Once the correct numbers were aligned, it could be opened with a single key. So, what were the other six keys for?

Although Ayala had been shaken off, as the team captain, his resilience remained extremely strong. Though he could not catch up for the moment, he did not give up on his defense. Instead, he closely trailed behind Xue Ren. He was waiting for an opportunity—the exact fraction of a second when Xue Ren stopped the ball; just a split second would be enough.

Wang Lingyun walked closer and saw that it was indeed a bridge formed by numerous birds, except that the birds were not crows, but magpies.

Though Sally drew her sword, she did not rush forward to rescue them. She knew that relying solely on her level-fifteen combat strength, it was utterly impossible to save all the fugitives from the hands of thousands of enemies.

Li Xun responded with a smile, and after they parted ways and traveled a few more miles, he noticed that the three figures behind him were still clearly focusing their attention on him, their gazes lingering like needles pricking his back, though he had no idea what they were plotting.

By the time Qiao Si reached this part of the story, Bain had already yawned three times. However, halfway through his third yawn, it abruptly stopped, leaving his mouth wide open and unable to close, making him look exceptionally bizarre.

After the symposium adjourned, only five people remained in the reception room. Yao Guan and Sang Chun were specifically named to stay, seemingly implying that these two would be the future heads of the Sang Family Manor.

Naturally, the frequent unexpected turns during his trial of wits with the Faceless Yin, the repeated twists in his contest against Shui Dieelan, and the breathtaking thrills of ultimately seizing the Mist-Hidden Pavilion—he was fully justified in explaining all of them through his ultimate victory.

At his stern shout, Song Wei’s body suddenly trembled, and he staggered backward several steps until he reached the side of Yuan Zhenxia.

Hearing Dong Yu’s words, Haisheng wore a radiant smile and nodded, following behind Dong Yu toward the airport exit.

If things went wrong, he might easily be batted away with a single slap, tumbling into some unknown corner of the world.

However, just as the distance between them shortened to within ten paces and a wild surge of ecstasy welled up in Guo Qin’s heart, a sudden change occurred! Far away, that giant fireball became turbulent without any warning, and a wall of fire that blotted out the sky swept toward Guo Qin and the Spiritual Vein Essence with lightning speed.

Although she was only a half-baked deity, and though approaching her was merely to fulfill a mission, such unmasked concern truly moved her somewhat.

Still feeling somewhat uneasy for fear that Wu Jie might hold other leverage against him, he once again scanned the entire room with his spiritual sense.

Had Wu Jie not suddenly called her today, she might have gradually forgotten about this man.

Madame Yuno deliberately drew out her words, speaking in a slow, elongated tone. In Japanese conversation, such drawn-out syllables could enhance the appeal and impact of what was being said. Judging by Domoto Ryuzo’s reaction, Madame Yuno had achieved her objective.

On the first day Brother Li and Zhao Xin'er were stationed there, Liu Yishou treated them with utmost hospitality, personally pouring the drinks. One could easily imagine how highly Liu Yishou valued Brother Li.

On the other side, persuaded by Hamura’s soul, Toneri finally realized that the Otsutsuki branch family were the ones who had misunderstood the "Mandate of Hamura." He felt deep shame for the erroneous beliefs he had stubbornly held over the years and the wrongs committed by the branch family, and he swore on the spot to turn over a new leaf and start afresh.

A week later, the bureau chief invited Brother Liu and stated that the operation could proceed in a day, setting the time for two o'clock in the afternoon and telling us to make preparations. As for all other matters, they had been fully handled.

Wu Weiye fell silent for a moment before asking, "In such haste, where do you expect me to find a house?" His demeanor was filled with boundless sorrow, resembling a bird startled from its nest by an overturned tree.

Having spent a dozen or so years on Wall Street, Michael Bloomberg instantly grasped boss Xia Yu’s concerns. He had also factored in the boss’s ethnicity, but being a newcomer, it was not his place to bring it up. Now that the boss had proactively eliminated the hidden hazard, he strongly supported this wise decision.

The primordial loli was utterly speechless toward them; if they wanted to feel awkward, fine, but why did they all keep patting her head?

When the plane landed at Los Angeles International Airport, Ronan finally heaved a sigh of relief, as if he saw a bright future beckoning to him.

Just listening to this made Wang Quan shudder all over. Not daring to conceal anything further, he spilled everything he knew like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.

Hearing that his body was blocked by cold Qi, Yang Fan felt it was no big deal; as long as he took a certain medicinal pill, the blockages could be cleared.

After all, Huang Xizhao was no slouch either. He had dispatched people to acquire the old movie copyrights of film studios other than Shaw Brothers and Golden Harvest, focusing particularly on Taiwan, and substantial progress had already been made.

He likes me, and I like Sikong Zhan. Often I find myself thinking how wonderful it would be if I had liked my senior instead. Unfortunately, I met Sikong Zhan first and fell for him, and there is nothing I can do about it.

"As long as I am not driven out of the military camp, I will accept any punishment," Lu Zhiquan declared with an air of righteous nobility.

After walking around the studio, Ronan headed to Stage 2 and found Matt O'Connor, the newly joined prop designer specializing in watercraft and ships, to discuss the crucial sailing vessel issues.

A couple of days ago, his son had returned from the town’s gambling den asking them for money, completely ignoring the farm work.

"You are not in a dream; daytime dreaming is not the trend right now." Qian Hanxing placed the wine glass back into the row of vintage red wine cases, sat down opposite Lan Xin, and signaled her to take a seat as well.

Chu Nan was dumbfounded. Too many incredible things had happened in that single instant. At the final critical moment, Lucifer was not Lucifer, and the one taking the beating had turned out to be his servant—the Serpent of Eden—while Lucifer himself had swapped positions with where the Serpent of Eden originally stood, holding a sharp sword.