Chapter 152: Never Trusted Anyone

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“Go on in. Brother Chao is waiting for you inside.”

On the second day, with Fangfang guiding him, Cao Bin successfully passed one checkpoint after another and was finally able to go meet Li Dechao.

Fangfang had found him and brought him over from behind the photograph. The men were all tall, burly brutes, each holding the pig’s feet, chicken legs, and other things Cao Bin had brought out. These too...

Jiang Nannan knitted her delicate brows. Seeing Dao Changsheng being ignored, she was clearly displeased and said coldly,

Si Nanyi’s chewing paused slightly. She abruptly picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into Lin Lin’s mouth.

As for ore, although in the game one only had to dig a hole straight down from where one stood, digging deeply enough would always yield a few pieces. With good luck, one might even stumble upon an entire mine and make a fortune.

At that moment, she had both hands behind her back, the sash of her bathrobe undone. Her graceful figure was half concealed, half revealed within his line of sight.

When the incident occurred, Si Nanyi had remained in her own office the entire time and had no idea what was happening outside.

Yet she was a private person who had never appeared in the media. She was an exceptionally talented and mysterious master designer.

As for Ye Xiao setting out on campaign, that had been personally sanctioned by the emperor. Now that his injuries had improved, it was only natural for him to continue on toward the Southern Frontier.

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When he awoke again, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. Everything around him was stark white, and the walls were carved with flowers, birds, fish, and insects. The workmanship was exquisite.

The scorching sunlight mercilessly baked the earth, and the air was filled with an unbearable, stifling heat.

Their Qingyang City had not only tall, sturdy walls but also two or three thousand elite soldiers stationed there. He simply refused to believe that the Yellow Wind Army could break through their city.

“If he is a laughingstock, then the soul masters of this entire continent are probably nothing special either,” Xu Yi said.

This was undoubtedly their victory. They were not fools. Even if they knew nothing of the Nebula’s existence, they could still guess that this was yet another assault by extraterrestrial creatures.

For the great experts, this result might have been achieved effortlessly in only a day or two.

Seeing this, the Seven-Kill Demon Shadows were evidently stirred into an even more murderous fury. Vast waves of killing intent surged from each of them, as boundless as the sea.

Lin Hao raised his cup and clinked it against Fatty Sun Ying’s. Yet when Sun Ying lifted his wineglass, the glass on the table remained where it was, while he still had another one in his hand. This left Lin Hao deeply puzzled.

Jonathan knew that Tony was never home at this hour, which was why he had crossed over so recklessly. If Tony really saw him, the only option would be to have the White Queen erase Tony’s memory.

Another day passed, and the carriage was nearly at the Mei River. Once they crossed the Mei River, they could travel through Western Qian and return to Yiluo.

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Seeing Nangong Yue in this state, Ouyang Feng could not help being taken aback. He raised his head, blinked several times, and looked toward An Jiayuan.

“But there are still some shortcomings hidden within it. I hope that, while teaching the Elite Soldier Corps together with me, you can discover your own problems and learn from one another’s strengths to make up for your weaknesses,” Xu Yi explained.

But he had barely flown a few hundred yards when, accompanied by a sharp, ear-piercing whistling, another countless rain of arrows came hurtling toward him.

“How did the others do? The results haven’t been announced yet, but your classmates must have some idea, right?” Lin Yuerong asked.

Dong Mingyang had always considered himself a clever man, and he was even more pleased with his own ingenuity in borrowing someone else’s blade to kill.

The four young men were thoroughly chastened by his reprimand. They regarded him with solemn respect, and their opinions of him changed completely.

In his eyes, whether gods existed or not was irrelevant. Yet as things stood... the Black Angel had encountered the greatest crisis since its creation—a crisis that had arrived from every direction at once.

Muse seemed to realize that he had only the time it took an incense stick to burn, so he fought with extraordinary ferocity, using a style that completely disregarded the consequences.

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