Chapter 35

Seeing that everyone had been scared away, Xiao Biluo looked at Jiang Lang with even greater embarrassment, as if asking him what they should do now.

Downing the now-lukewarm black tea in a few gulps, Klein stood up abruptly. Brimming with an unusually high level of enthusiasm and resolve, and with the 15-pound banknote just tucked into his pocket, he embarked on the first investigation of his career as a detective.

Shen Anran’s words were so breezy, as if she were buying groceries rather than a house, that Xu Wen finally realized his wife had been raking in plenty of money recently from a constant stream of endorsements, advertisements, acting roles, and variety shows.

Regardless of everything else, since he had the good fortune to encounter Sister Xiangchun today, he had to find a way to take her home with him no matter what.

Consumed by burning rage, he forgot his original purpose for seeking out Lu Tianming; he only longed to immediately eliminate this murderer who had killed Huangfu Qi.

Opening his eyes, he saw the yellow crystal maintaining a steady counter-clockwise rotation, which slightly quelled the unease in his heart.

He had seen this older sister display her formidable presence firsthand and sweep these dishes clean; what she was doing now was nowhere near her true capacity.

It was obvious: the reason the Daotong Town police were able to arrive in time to intervene was that Yang Mingna had called them immediately after tidying up the tent and dealing with Lang Xi. Furthermore, after Xing Mingyuan had been beaten and hospitalized, several police officers happened to be conducting field investigations in Langxingao and rushed over without hesitation upon receiving the report.

And so, after the suicidal person's impulsive urge had passed, the kind-hearted rescuer heard a story full of regret and confusion from the coachman.

Moreover, although they teased each other, they didn’t waste a single bit of food, not even Lin Yu.

In the end, it was only after Li Qiaoyun obtained Xia Yunmei’s phone number from Chen Genlan that the matter was resolved.

Because the Profound Gate Heaven-Reaching Art determined the density of his spiritual energy, without it, even if his other basic techniques were heaven-defying, they would not be of much use.

Xiao Ran’s vision went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, he found the hatch of the simulation pod slowly opening.

She asked this because she must have known what Fu Yanlin had been doing lately. Regardless of her feelings for him, he was her husband, or at the very least, her man.

And it was said that after going to H City, she made a huge fool of herself; she had intended to scheme against Gu Nian, but ended up trapping herself instead.

Apart from the armored combat vehicle at the main gate, this one was different from the previous ones: it was actually equipped with offensive weapons.

This move was the "Vicious Dragon Coiling in Rain" from the Dragon Style, which relied on entangling the opponent with one’s legs and suddenly exerting force to strangle them.

"Here are three Hundred Herb Pills. Take them over three days, then use the Spiritual Energy Sensing Manual I gave you to guide the spiritual energy into your body..." Tantai Ruyue said very seriously.

Suddenly, the whisk moved, and the moment Ishii Yamato was grabbed by Yue Xinghe, he slipped free.

"Hiss..." The three of them drew a sharp breath. They looked back, and sure enough, the paper doll that had been on the ground just a moment ago had vanished into thin air. And yet, the three living people standing right there hadn’t heard a single sound.

Lin Mengchen’s staff technique was wide and powerful, looking quite imposing, but unfortunately, it always brushed past Niu Shangxuan’s body, missing by a hair’s breadth and failing to land a hit.

"...Then I’ll help you." Since she couldn't persuade him, Anran could only apply for the position of assistant.

Hearing this, everyone was slightly surprised. Xing Luo had spent most of the last two years of high school undergoing the Five Decays of Heaven; where would she have had time to study? Even having returned for over half a month, she had been busy running the Xingyun Society and Xingyun Entertainment, paying no mind to her studies at all.

Anran felt that this fellow’s expression was lewd in a way that made her teeth ache. She couldn't help but feel deeply worried for the owners of those "haunted houses."

Kratos felt a jolt of alarm and immediately focused his mind to search the surroundings, yet he could find no trace of anything, as if the voice just now had been a hallucination.

"Wow, these lamb skewers really taste great! You’re amazing, you even know about delicacies like these!" After taking two skewers of spicy lamb and trying a bite, Caroline’s eyebrows arched. Ignoring the grease on her lips, she hurriedly devoured the rest of the skewers.

There was no other way; he had to requisition the Spirit Emperor Pill. It was the only thing useful to the Dragon Guard Camp.

If one were to punch the gourd, even if it didn’t kill it, it would at least destroy sixty years of the gourd’s cultivation, causing severe damage to its vitality and dropping its rank by two levels; that would be pointless.

Originally, he had only inherited half of his family’s territory and a few scattered properties. He had always tried to reclaim his ancestral assets from the Church, but had never succeeded. In fact, he had been able to succeed as the Pope of the Holy Roman Empire only because others wanted to find a puppet king.

This short, stout guest looked very familiar. I examined his features carefully—isn't this the God Lord of the West Sea, Gui Er? He had so many large rings on his hands that I almost didn't recognize him.

Below was a circular depression resembling an open-air theater, with blade-like ridges carved by thin knives on both sides. Most of the mountain ridges were gray rock and snow that never melted year-round, reflecting the sunlight.

As she spoke, she pushed hard, and the door creaked open. Because it was winter, all the windows in the room were tightly shut. The stove fire had long since gone out, and the room was cold and chilly. Yue Anniang lay on the bed in the corner, her face pale.

A very subtle burst of energy followed Tang Shi’s gaze and shot into the other person’s body. The person suddenly felt their eyes go dry, and after rubbing them hard, the sockets turned from dry to moist.