Chapter 223: Nagini, Harry Potter

Andy ignored advice and went to see Warden Norton; he wanted to clear his name, and Tommy right in front of him was the best witness.

Upon hearing this, Norton thought the matter was utterly absurd, and besides, Tommy was a prisoner, so his testimony couldn't be trusted.

But Andy, already desperate to regain his freedom, blurted out the money‑laundering matter, hoping to threaten Norton.

This successfully angered the warden, who threw Andy into solitary confinement for a month.

During this period, Tommy

When Xue Yun returned to the manor, on the way Xue Liu told Xue Yun, Xue Si, and Xue Shiyi that the two of them would follow through with rebellion no matter the consequences; Xue Si said the people below posed no problem and would all follow the young master, and Xue Yun listened with satisfaction.

Kong Yu watched the Kong family's direct descendants in the distance absorbing heavenly and earthly qi, cultivating the Virtuous Righteous Qi, and naturally felt intense envy. Of course, many others shared Kong Yu's envious gaze; these were naturally the Kong family's concubine sons sweeping the stele forest, but this Virtuous Righteous Qi could be cultivated only by the Kong family's direct heirs.

Later, Li Shimin also realized there were many troubles—it was the frontier, too heavy, and he couldn't fully relax. At that time Li Shimin probably regretted it a bit, but earlier the original troops hadn't moved, and now it wouldn't do to disband them and settle them in the Central Plains. So he had no choice but to let Ashina Enmo lead many Tujue people again to transport them back to the grasslands.

Ling Tianfeng didn't answer, just gave a grim face and a low shout; immediately, the Fei Ha Mo brothers, under the leadership of three fourth‑level mercenaries, followed Ling Tianfeng away.

These three pieces of black wood were obviously carved with exquisite detail, simple and ancient; even if gazed at for a long time, they would produce a lifelike illusion, but the strangeness lies here: the exact center of these three strange black woods contains nothing at all, utterly empty.

But what truly made Zhou Yue and the others' hearts sink was that this primitive savage was indeed not simple; he actually understood their language, clearly indicating that this primitive savage had seen people like them before.

Duan Tian's sudden fierce assault made Lin Yuan's hands and feet fluster a bit at first, after all this was Lin Yuan's first fight against a Half‑step Xiantian realm; he had no idea that the techniques of a Half‑step Xiantian realm could be so terrifying.

"Haha, Lu Fei, you really think breaking through the Purple Mansion realm could destroy my Vermilion Bird Mercenary Corps?" Hong Rui's gaze shifted to the extremely grim‑looking Lu Fei, and he sneered.

Li Longji was stunned; in his view, the proper way to transmit intelligence was either secret writing or sending seemingly unrelated information via telegram, but he never imagined that, even with a single line of contact, many perfectly ordinary methods could convey the message accurately.

After Wu Chun disappeared, Bayonetta's body was also shrouded in a layer of black smoke, and she vanished as well—this was exactly Wu Chun using Dark Step to take her away.

Speaking of which, this is also an unwritten rule: whether in reality or in the virtual online world, all game rules will surely favor big spenders or tycoons, offering genuine preferential policies.

Not only He Wujie, but even the three people on the training field hadn't expected that, as soon as He Wujie arrived, Wei Jie would have Tong Meng test He Wujie's martial ability.

It was strange that I couldn't see anyone else; I had just been speaking with my great‑grandfather a moment ago, yet all those people had vanished—so I asked my grandmother.

Frankly speaking, Tian Mo, I don't know what to do; if he really turned into a handful of dirt, then whether we collect the corpse or not would hardly matter to him.

Anyone who threatened him or his family, Li Changlin never let them survive.

Dense ion beams struck the two SWAT mechs so hard they dared not show their heads; when the front‑line fire eased, they were about to raise their hands to fire, when a shadow pressed down on them.

But luck is luck—doesn't one's own strength matter? If strength and courage aren't enough, who could or would dare to do this?