Chapter 135: What a fine head of cabbage, rooted up by my own pig.

Her elusive master had finally returned. Counting the time, it had been a year since she last saw him. Li Jiuwei stopped the car and looked around. Unable to find any trace of her master, she dialed his number, but no one answered. It was only then that someone tapped her on the shoulder. Li Jiuwei glanced sideways, blinking in disbelief as the elderly man before her removed his sunglasses. “Good disciple, have you missed your master?” he asked.

“Not so fast. First, take me back to No. 1 Junmin Street; I need to retrieve something,” Yao Wangjian waved his hand and said.

“Have you ever seen that Blood Sovereign and Ice Sovereign? How strong are they exactly?” Yu asked cautiously.

Last year, the Party’s Eighth Congress was held, a meeting that drew Chu Mingqiu’s keen attention. He pored over each word of the resolution, and after reading it, he was left deeply puzzled.

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The moment Tang Yun saw that buffoon, a wave of nausea swept over her, and she immediately turned away with a grimace. According to legend, Zhu Bajie was notoriously lecherous.

Bao Feiyang did not mince words; he spoke succinctly, yet the topics he touched upon were numerous, vast, and daring enough to make even Tian Gangqiang sweat nervously.

“You’re asking for death!” Feng Lixing quickly leapt beside Bai Haijun, his face growing wary and cautious. He growled lowly, flipped his palm, and summoned a sword, standing ready to strike at any moment.

“Nonsense! The Premier has said that intellectuals should have their labels removed—they should be considered part of the proletariat,” Chu Mei said angrily, her tone hardening.

A foreboding feeling settled over the Dragon King and the others... The God of Wisdom? Wasn’t that the one known as the God of Conspiracy, notorious among the divine clan for never telling the truth?

“Have you considered whether Elder Yan will have the chance to visit Fenglin City again after this trip?” Luo Fengcheng asked.

Seeing such a change, Chen Yin felt a surge of joy. Wasn’t this the exact scene from the original story where Icaran chooses his hunter? Only when an Icaran acknowledges a hunter will it stay; the other Icaran beasts will give them enough space.

But Yan Liang was after all Yuan Shao’s right-hand man. Regaining his balance, he swept out with his long-handled blade.

Wu Xie smiled briefly, then bowed his head with a complex expression, falling silent as he ate his noodles, which tasted increasingly bitter with each bite.

“Hehe…” Meng Yi scratched his head shyly, feeling the prickly buzz cut, and glanced around.

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At this moment, Ye Chen remained in a strange state of enlightenment. He sensed six kinds of reincarnation forces, which fused together to form a colossal six-path reincarnation plate on the ground.

Fortunately, everyone was fleeing for their lives, paying no attention and having no energy to notice Su Li’s strange attire.

Just yesterday, Bai Ye had promised me, but since Bai Ye hadn’t come, that’s why Ai Haibara called to ask.

“Flowing Sand Moves, Spirit Bestowal Chapter!” The six characters engraved ahead brought a radiant joy to Ye Chen’s face.

Apparently, the mother and daughter were well taken care of at the hotel; all their meals were richly prepared and delivered directly to their room. They faced no restrictions and could come and go as they pleased.

Suddenly, a cold snort descended from above, bringing a bone-chilling chill. Those eyes from the void glared ominously at the trembling blood descendant on the ground.

At the same time, help was being enlisted to find a venue, planning to hold it like a super star’s concert. They weren’t afraid of a large crowd; the site needed big screens for the audience to see every detail, hosts, guests—everything that could be used would be utilized.

By now, I had understood the situation: Wei, to help Deng Huaiyuan break through the “rift,” had split off a fragment of consciousness to control Xu Furong, using her to send us immortal fruits and get close to us.