Chapter 88: Cao Yu's Keen Insight

If things were done this way, it would greatly benefit Qiu Liju’s tribe. Qiu Liju felt a surge of interest after listening to Tadon’s explanation. Yet, just as he was about to agree to the plan, a crucial question suddenly struck him. If he knew that the bullet just now was merely a stray shot from Lin Family’s marksman, who had missed his target, his thoughts might have been quite different.

The man in the yellow robe was named Xiao Kun, a direct descendant of the Xiao Clan. He possessed formidable strength and currently served as one of the commanders of the Xiao Clan’s Iron Guard in the inner city.

In the elegant private room on the second floor, eight songstresses from Jingfang played and sang. The lead singer’s voice was melodious and captivating, earning resounding applause from the audience.

Prince Chen grew increasingly irate the more he thought about it, but there was nowhere to vent his frustration. His mind was filled with images of Rong Wanxi and Prince Ling together; he didn’t even have time to beat himself up.

As the top-ranked assassin on the list, countless people wanted to take down the Hunter and claim his position. Yet the Hunter had not appeared in years, and many had no idea where he was hiding.

“However, I do charge a fee. My price won’t be higher than what you pay your escort team. What do you think, Mr. Zhou?” Zhao Yi smiled, fixing his gaze on Zhou Ping.

Upon opening their eyes, a blaze of fiery light suddenly appeared before them. To their right stood massive millennial lamps, burning fiercely. Below these lamps, a stretch of earthen road was revealed to all.

If he had doubted before that Shiyao was the fated beauty in Hongyi’s destiny, now he no longer questioned it. Every move and reaction from Hongyi these days had been clear to him.

But as captain of the Wind Squad, a lifetime spent in intelligence work meant he would not be foiled by such a minor setback.

The bespectacled fellow spoke while holding a white sheet of paper, which upon closer inspection turned out to be Ji Tiancheng’s student number.

Wang Tian came to himself then, and suddenly felt something odd. The situation seemed formulaic—when he used to woo girls, especially at the start, he’d always have a good friend present. The difference was he was the driver then. Now, his role had completely changed.

“It appeared behind you the moment you turned to speak to me after completing the collection. I wanted to warn you, but it was already too late,” Yun Qingshan said.

When the lines outlining the exotic beast all lit up, activation was complete, and a portal appeared on the wall as if from nowhere.

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Brother Mao’s behavior, his cries tinged with sobs, made the others frown in annoyance.

The door was struck aside, and several giant axes followed through the entrance. I saw that the three-headed monstrous corpse was about to enter the room.

A beam of arrow light enveloped the two of them, and the group, once calmed, found their target again and charged straight at me.

At this rectangular exit, there was no covering or obstruction. After ascending a few stone steps, I could peer through the opening to scan the surroundings.

Indeed, with a fence that large and stationary, if he couldn’t hit it, he had no business remaining a torpedo officer.

I went in and saw that in the chaos, Ai Shuang had not untied the string of copper bells from the window frame.

Bai Yang’s ranking had reached around thirtyth place, halfway through, and her name had yet to be called.

Suddenly, blinding light filled the temple, incense permeated the space, and streaks of purple light shot out from the statue.

So nervous that his hands and feet were restless—a feeling he’d never experienced even singing on the grand stage.

Feng Yuansheng carried Morrgris University with pride. He was thankful that he had been admitted with excellent grades years ago, changing his fate and allowing him to meet the most precious friends of his life.

Ling Jinxi gazed at Zhan Beiye with admiration, never expecting to meet him one day.

Inside the great hall, the white deity was none other than the wax figure old lady! Gou Haodong was stunned—not at all what he anticipated.

Inside, they feasted merrily; outside was lively too, with the sounds of carriages and horses never ceasing, as waves of guests arrived for the Hundred Days Banquet at Changliang Guard.

“Son, it’s a seven-day holiday for October First—want to go out for a change of scenery?” Father Gou patted his son’s shoulder.

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Within the programmer zone of the House of Science, he found many others discussing the thinking system.

The Cui family went to fetch firewood, halfway encountering the Chu family returning with food and Aunt Tian. The three walked back together, only to hear Old Yan saying that Granny Gu intended to sell her family, which so frightened them that they nearly collapsed, saved only by Aunt Chu’s steadying hand.

Sun Ruowei quietly shifted her gaze; the crown prince’s head was bobbing wildly, his eyes darting about.

The burly man before them said nothing and recognized no one, simply using the hilt of his knife to push several people into the cell.

Suddenly, an overwhelming, domineering energy exploded in the pitch-black stone chamber; a flash of light flickered at the window of the mountain-side stone room.

Then, she truly obeyed Ning Chen’s instructions, sitting cross-legged in public, swallowing the pill, and beginning her healing.

From Sheng Zhenting’s confession to Shen Xi about Sheng Huaijin’s origins, to her calm acceptance, it took only a day.

The “Old Stingy” He mentioned by Bai Haoqiang was the logistics chief of the brigade. Having spent years as a Red Army logistics veteran, he was used to hardship and liked to be meticulous in his work.

“Morning. I came to see Brother Yichen—I haven’t seen him in two days,” Yan Jingwan forced a smile.

In the eyes of the machine-gunner, grief flickered and vanished. He was a seasoned soldier, having fought in several battles. Comrades he had trained and dined with just the day before now lay dead before him; he had grown accustomed to it.

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