Chapter Ninety-Two

As Da Gang turned and nodded toward the Supreme One, the cigarette that had just been lit slipped from the latter's fingers and hit the floor with a soft clack, leaving his heart instantly in utter turmoil.

Some ten-odd seconds after the film ended, the bishop of the Heresy Inquisition, Meyer, took the initiative and broke the silence in the council chamber.

After another wave of frenzied online chatter, Liu Weiwei and Guo Zhinan finally finished dinner—if it could even be called dinner rather than a late-night snack. After clearing away the trash, Guo Zhinan was dragged by Liu Weiwei to the washroom to wash his hands; she could not abide grease smeared everywhere.

"Hmph! Let facts speak!" Mu Jingjing declared with full force, issuing her challenge. "This time, Green Vine will not lose the midterm comprehensive exam again!"

Li Qiang's threat had indeed made Duan Zetao uncomfortable, but in the end he was Li Mei's father. Since his outburst had sprung from concern for her, Duan could only suppress his impatience, explain patiently and kindly to Li Qiang, and promise that once Li Mei arrived he would be sure to comfort her properly. Only then did Li Qiang snort coldly and hang up.

At this, Zhou Ruotong no longer minded the pot on the stove. She came over and stared at Tang Zhong, her eyes bright, as if asking with considerable anticipation.

When the old man led them into a valley, the mystery in their hearts was finally resolved.

In the imperial capital, the Feng family was merely a first-rate clan; their sphere of influence lay in the south, and there were not many Feng family members in the northeast where Hao Yun was. As the saying goes, once a man leaves, the tea grows cold. Even if someone from the Feng family had once served in the northeast, after they were transferred away, the old connections had basically become useless.

Talent is a scarce resource in any world. Actors were one part of it, but this dark elf was another kind of talent Qiao Xiu wanted to find.

The Black Dragon Duke had been pressing his thumb between his lips all along, his gaze not fixed on the three high elves elders before him, but staring straight at the screen behind the door.

As for Zhao Yun, he had already learned from the servants that on that day Liu Da had ordered the soldiers not to shoot; it was only that the situation had been too chaotic, and by the time the crossbowmen received the military order, it was already too late.

"Hexiu Yue, come in." Father's voice was not loud, but his tone was firm. Though he was ill, he still felt himself to be the head of the family, still the formidable titan of the business world he had been in his youth, with absolute authority.

It would rapidly give the common people of the Sunlands a sense of belonging to the Great Tang—or rather, to Su Changsheng—and a sense of recognition.

"Qiu Yan," Percy muttered stiffly. He glanced down the hall, then led her into the living room.

And from the account of that moment, when Wen Yuanyuan instantly thought of her maternal uncle Gongyang Shang as one of the participants, it was plain that, stripped of the setup of a love-obsessed mind, she was no less a living, breathing person.

Li Xingyun gave a cold laugh and slipped his hand into his trouser pocket, double-tapping the volume-down key to open the recording function.

What is more, if the King of Shu succeeds this time, it will also let the ministers of the court see the King's abilities.

Ordinary trending searches, aside from national affairs and major social events, are usually just celebrities' scandals and gossip.

How could the Great Tang hide fifty thousand troops in the shadows without Songtsen Gampo noticing even the slightest thing?

So far, Zhang Mingyu was the most compassionate young person Jia Jie had ever seen, and Jia Jie could also tell that Zhang Mingyu was sincerely doing charity, not using it to pave the way for his future career as a star.

After that, Zhou Jiu put away the talisman and walked outside, confident that if he opened his mouth, the other party would not refuse him this courtesy.

According to the records he had found, both the Sharingan and the Mirror Flower Water Moon fully possessed the power to dominate another's will.

At the carefree king's question, no demon king would dare say he was willing. After all, those demon kings of the lower realms would never admit they were merely someone else's mounts; otherwise, how could they win over the crowd, how could they rule as emperors?

"Traditional Chinese medicine? What's wrong with traditional Chinese medicine? Traditional Chinese medicine helped Hayward recover ahead of schedule. If you don't believe it, ask Hayward yourself. As a teammate of Cousins, you are overly concerned and confused, and you've been doubting my ability all along. I understand perfectly, and I won't hold it against you."

Adil did not dare to shift his gaze lightly. Coming into close contact with an invincible top-tier deity, merely suppressing the instinctive urge to give up was already his limit.

Emid did not respond to Pioneer at all. He had never expected aid from these nonhuman higher beings to begin with. Whether they rebuked him or praised him, it was nothing more than a show of arrogance.

With her brother-in-law no longer at her side, Spur, who was a master at killing but a fool when it came to human relations, had no idea how to deal with Young Master Feng, and he could not make a move.

She looked about twenty at most, with a slightly rounded, babyish face and a clear trace of childishness. Yet now, with her hands clasped behind her back and trying to look far older than she was, anyone who did not know her background would think she was merely putting on an affected show.

"By the way, you said you can produce demon spirit liquid as well?" Zhou Jiu asked as he satisfiedly put away the cursed spirit stone, looking at the demon spirit insect.

"Vegeta? You've actually woken up?!" Seeing Vegeta regain consciousness, Nappa first darkened, then brightened, a cruel smile spreading across his face. He drove a fist into Vegeta's abdomen, and Vegeta felt as though the organs in his belly were about to be shattered, the pain so intense he nearly blacked out.

The handshake was not born of modern etiquette. Long before the age of agriculture, in the hunting era, a handshake signified abandoning one's weapon as a sign of friendship.

After hearing this, the boy finally understood that from now on he would be a Brocade Guard. He had heard of the Brocade Guards before, but only as something very distant; he had never imagined that one day they would be right beside him.

If it were that easy to inflict a heavy blow on the Wind-Riding Spirit Cultivator, then the much-vaunted strength of Ge Yun, once the strongest of South Peak, would be too greatly exaggerated.

Casting his eyes left and right, glancing back and forth, he finally chose a somewhat familiar weapons shop. Pushing open the door, he found no one inside.

"By the way, Father, why have you suddenly come to the southeastern lands..." Qin Guyue frowned slightly and asked at once a question that had puzzled him for a long time.

"Do you want to die?" Kagarin began flexing her hands, her joints cracking softly, the prelude to action.

With the Buddha's blessings and the aid of those one hundred thousand ghost soldiers, the situation in Jie City quickly stabilized.

In an instant, many of those who had finished choosing their lodgings held their breath, their eyes trembling faintly.

The letter was simple. It told him that there was a box placed in an inconspicuous corner of the front courtyard, and that he must not open it under any circumstances. Instead, he was to take the box at once to an empty stretch of ground, where a mage would remotely destroy the lock.