Chapter 28

"Su Qi, what did you discover? Is something wrong?" Zhang Kaiqiang asked, puzzled.

Wang Xue truly wanted to die at this moment. Possessing an intense sense of pride, she felt on the verge of a breakdown just imagining the looks the shop assistants would give her once her bluff was called.

Hearing this, Fang Jue immediately laughed, scratched his head, and said, "I think we'd better forget it." Just looking at these eight eerie coffins was enough to induce fear; how could he dare to go up and open one?

After sitting down, Xie Yingying remained for a long time. She stole glances at the charming and handsome Wang Yu, seemingly growing more enamored the longer she looked.

Gray, the soldiers of the Shawa tribe, and all the Chinese special forces soldiers stared intently at Lin Feiyang's face.

Murong Chuchu had not expected Ling Yu to sit so close, yet she felt no aversion. On the contrary, she felt quite comfortable, so she said nothing.

In the distance, the sneer on Liu Taibai's face vanished instantly. He frowned, a sudden, inexplicable sense of mortal danger flashing through his heart.

Once the press conference was held and the "Dream Back to the Dynasty" organization discovered their internal elites had vanished, they would certainly investigate to the root.

"Outside," Ling Yu answered tersely. He wondered why Qian Mo was asking him; hadn't she always been indifferent toward him? Furthermore, she had always been jealous regarding Yan Xi.

Shen Zhezi was willing to waste time talking to Cao Li for so long, certainly not to drive him into a dead end. After all, they had no grudge, and maintaining a good relationship with a family of Jiangbei refugees was beneficial to him, as it could indirectly support Du He's operations in Jiangbei.

The two laughed heartily and entered the reception hall. With a wave of Lu Tiantian's hand, a pot of white porridge and a large basin of custard buns appeared on the table—these custard buns were, after all, the village doctor's favorite.

Having collected his spoils, Qin Feng was in high spirits. The journey back was smooth, without a single ripple.

Among those dragon-men, there were ranks: Ninth-grade soldiers, eighth-grade soldiers, all the way up to regiment commanders, Dragon Emperors, and Dragon Sovereigns.

Lin Xiao also found it strange how those people had managed to tame such ferocious, mad bears into being so obedient.

Soon, Su Meng and the Cracked-Sky Dragon spotted the feather necklace hanging around Nana's neck.

Feng Yang suppressed his anger and raised a hand. Wang Shangren felt a chill on his shoulder; looking down, he realized his right arm had been severed, turning into a mist of blood.

Unable to resist Meng Xin'er's desperate pleas, Meng Ke'er eventually agreed to her proposal. She was about to act herself, but was stopped by Shen Yi. Since the enmity with the Soul Clan had already been established, Shen Yi had no qualms about doing it himself.

The old Daoist Chi Yu pointed a finger, and the bright figure suddenly vanished, turning into specks of light that dissipated into the ground.

During this brief moment of Gu Yan's distraction, Shen Yi had already flapped his spirit wings, transforming into a streak of light and vanishing in front of the imperial city.

The two sat on the ground. Fortunately, this was the roadside with grass on both sides, so sitting there didn't seem out of place, though it was boring—very boring.

Perhaps she really was a wealthy friend of Lu Xi's. I withdrew my gaze sheepishly, just as the phone in my bag rang. Taking it out, I saw it was Lu Xudong calling, which made me feel a wave of guilt.

One could hardly kill Sun Xueming by hand to prove one's innocence like in a costume drama. Besides, even if murder weren't a crime and Gu Xixi could bring herself to do it, where would she find Sun Xueming now?

Jiang Han had originally intended to invite Su Yuxin to his home as a guest, and Su Yuxin had originally planned on it too, but after her confession was rejected last time, her thoughts had changed somewhat.

Perhaps it was my mother-in-law calling specifically to ask how Guo Yuqing was doing. Thinking of Guo Yuqing, I couldn't help but curl my lips in a self-deprecating smile.

Thinking back now, although that great battle had been destructive enough to tear the Nine Provinces apart, one could not deny that it also contained a powerful, creative force.

Early Monday morning, my mother-in-law brought a woman named Li over to the house, saying she was worried that since Lu Xudong had gone to work, there would be no one to look after me at home. She had rushed to find a helper while at the hospital and had slipped out to bring her over.

This speech, though a bitter denunciation born of indignation, clearly and concisely laid out the sequence of events at Yulin Village. Li Wanqing listened, her worldview shattered, her face as pale as paper. Shen Qingming and the others also felt their minds reeling, sensing that the world was truly full of strange things.

This analysis made sense. The City Lord's centenary birthday banquet had been in preparation for a year. At the time, Shen Jinghai had considered many things very thoroughly. Now, to suddenly claim that attendance spots were limited was indeed suspicious.

Everyone laughed again, for Xu Haifeng was over forty and still unmarried—a confirmed bachelor. Without a wife, how could he possibly be beaten by a "mother tiger"?

I don't know how long I cried. After a long while, I gathered the courage to look at my mother again; she must have been tired, for her eyes were already closed.

"That's right, sister, are you not welcoming me? Hearing you say that, who else is coming home to the countryside with you?"

The Law Stone must never be exposed; otherwise, no one could protect him, and the powerful figures of the entire continent would hunt him down, leaving him with nowhere to turn, neither in heaven nor on earth.

"Uh, I'm fine, but how did I end up in... a monster!" Zhou Chong exclaimed in terror. The potential energy in his hand was about to strike the King Bee, but fortunately, Nan Xingyu grabbed his hand at the critical moment, halting the strike.

For a large company like An's Real Estate, one month was more than enough to build an orphanage.

An Zhenmin’s words were veiled; the implication was that whoever could catch the ghost would have the final say.

Hearing what Ye Chen said, Xu Shilin hesitated. She felt as if she had done something wrong, as if she had said something she shouldn't have, and she was filled with regret.

Entering the primeval jungle, the dense miasma and the mist lingering after the recent rain obstructed everyone's vision.

But this was a good collaboration; at the least, it could hone the Flying Dragon Commando unit, allowing all its members to learn more professional skills from their colleagues in the public security system, accumulating experience for future missions.

Upon seeing a real ghost, the Daoist and the monk didn't dare delay for the sake of their lives. They turned and fled, but in their haste, they even tumbled over.