Chapter 97: Wang Jingyi: I

After receiving Wang Xianmao’s letter, Huang Qiusheng had no desire to intervene in the chaos at Qingxi Fang.

As the leader of Hongdengzhao, he ought to take such incidents seriously.

But from Huang Qiusheng’s perspective, since no real consequences had arisen, it was better to play it safe and pretend nothing had happened.

Nothing happened—wasn’t it just you good, me good, him good?

If you investigate and uncover something... say, the mastermind is Fujiaozhenren —

Again, he split open the throat of a beast-soul warrior driven only by instinct; Henry Stugart gasped heavily, then slowly came to a stop.

“Through this portal, we can enter the next level,” Feng Chenmi, who knew the way, told everyone.

Especially in a war-torn country, it was utterly chaotic—even a man of his caliber, comparable to a Nascent Soul, dared not sleep lightly, always on guard; returning here, he instantly felt complete relief.

The cabin was blasted open, and panic erupted inside. Prince Edward, surrounded by several attendants, was about to exit through a side door. Yuan Shikai stood on the opposite side of the cabin, presumably aiming to meet up with Prince Edward.

Instantly, Hong Wu’s roar cut off; his entire body jerked violently, blood gushed from his neck, and he collapsed with a thud.

Adjusting into a more comfortable position in Gu Caizhi’s arms, Lian Qingjue’s smile slowly widened.

In cases like the street racer, due to inner resistance, Yang Lin could not take residence in his body.

“So I must know how he died, and where he was buried.” The old man first saw Yang Lin levitate an object, checked it carefully, found no flaw, then swiftly paid.

Yan Qisheng laughed even more happily. Then he rose, and the two of them—Yan Qige and he—walked toward the hall.

Yet the murals were filled with strange traces; the myriad creatures depicted on them were lifelike.

Ayinaza merely smiled faintly; in her fate’s trajectory, she had long foreseen this moment.

That is to say, the stronger these two skills are, the more potent Zhan Xian’s effect becomes.

Jiang Chuan’s lips curled slightly; if this old bastard was so determined to suffer, then he ought to feel Yang Lin’s warmth properly.

Oh no, when Lin Qiu confesses to her, how should she respond—should she be reserved, or straightforward?

Xuan Mo sighed helplessly, his body glowing white; I’d been with Xuan Mo so long and had never seen his true form—this time, thanks to Aunt Li’s help, I finally witnessed it.

Many people recorded this scene, and the next day it spread everywhere. But that’s all later talk.

But that’s only true under conditions of superior transportation, so people constantly speak of driving time or flight distance, while ignoring the term “foot travel.”

“After all, I’m classmates with Wan Xinya—I should go toast her. Come with me, let’s get acquainted.” Zhan Yiyuan handed Lin Qiu a cup of wine, and the two walked toward Wan Xinya.

“Get fully armed and get out there and assemble!” the reconnaissance squad leader shouted at our twelve men.

Wang Hu snorted, landed another heavy punch on the mottled tiger’s abdomen, and the level-two beast, the mottled tiger, finally died.

In an instant, magic scrolls flew wildly between Lu Dong and Zhou Yang—anyone seeing this would be utterly stunned! Clearly, this was a reckless tactic, and they were literally throwing money away.

The more she thought, the more wronged she felt; tears, uncontrollable, fell like jade beads on a plate—when suddenly, a hand reached out before her.

These delicious dishes were prepared for the eleven eliminated comrades; the platoon leader even said that if anyone wanted to eat them, they could—just hand in their armband, and they could join the eliminated soldiers for the meal.

Liu Pengfei pondered Heizi’s words for a long time; he felt Heizi was right. After discussing with several brothers, they decided to first raise money and open a karaoke bar, which would guarantee steady income.