Chapter 209

The ordinary residents within the city cast glances toward this direction, their expressions tinged with tension and panic.

Some women, upon seeing the commotion, rushed out of their homes to retrieve their children, eyeing Lin Mo and the others with wary suspicion.

"Huh? Not even a word of thanks?"

Long A shrugged, looking utterly baffled at the women, several of whom even glared at him.

Lin Mo paid no attention to any of it.

The demonic beast below was startled, quickly pulling back its step, skidding to a sudden halt in the dirt.

If a flash of light had passed, one might have seen these people engaged in different activities—walking, strolling, or shopping.

"Last one. Shall we head back now?" Cao Xiangzhi looked up and asked; she knew nothing of what had happened on the phone earlier.

Holding the long blade and swaying it lightly, Su You nodded in satisfaction, then casually stowed it in his storage pouch.

Seeing the state of Chi Yang Xianjun, the Hai and Wu families immediately fell silent, afraid of incurring the wrath of this Immortal Lord.

Nearby, the tall buildings lit up with lanterns, their lights flickering. A cold wind blew in; Lin Shi took a deep breath and felt considerably better. After breathing in the fresh air long enough, she closed the window and returned to her seat.

Luo Jingyun solemnly handed over the official seal of Yilong County to Wang Shengwu, then departed with the third battalion, fourth company, one platoon, and two hundred new recruits. Soon after, he would join the Li family of the New Government to inspect the salt factory at Beiyuan Temple.

Li Xiang weakly nodded; excessive blood loss had left him dizzy and blurred-eyed, unable to make out faces, though he could still hear voices clearly.

A bolt of lightning split through Liao Daheng's mind—the severed head on the fireworks stand swayed before his eyes.

Half an hour later, Zhao Erniu finished his meal, made all his preparations, bade farewell to his wife, stepped out the door, and set off with Gu Chan and the other two toward the great mountain behind the village.

She glared coldly at Ye Xueying, thinking the girl was truly despicable—for lying to her about not having learned dance.

High heels always feel like this after prolonged wear. Too bad formal occasions demand them; flat shoes would have been so much more comfortable.

Seeing Beichen Ming's satisfied expression after finishing, Su Xiaxia felt even more uneasy.

Just as he finally felt he had gathered enough strength to give her a beautiful future, she died in a car accident.

"You know Brother Xin?" The lead soldier's gaze sharpened; his laziness vanished instantly. He asked, his face grim.

Zhao Yi directly assigned these hundred-plus men under Lü Jun's command, having Lü Jun train them further. Now serving as security for Tianyi Group, most will eventually be assigned to Zhao Yi's research center.

As Lin Qingxi read the content, her eyes brightened more and more, until she could no longer contain herself and burst into loud laughter.

Lu Zhanbei's love, the Boss's approval and concern—things she had longed for so desperately—had been snatched away effortlessly by Lin Wanwan.

It matched his suspicions almost exactly. Whether the village elder he'd asked on the way or Yu Heng's biological father, neither had lied.

"We're not going back. We leave today. Those left in the mansion are all insignificant. If we take too many, we risk drawing the Emperor's spies' attention." Ha Ma thought for a moment, then shook his head sadly.

Xuan Yuan Ao could not approach the ancient castle; a terrifying, mysterious force barred him from coming within a hundred zhang.

Chun'er was too confident, too certain she understood Xiao Jiu—that's why she made this mistake.

Huaxia Nation's survival base is C3; all others are C2. Though C2 bases can barely withstand attacks from Cosmic-Class Rank One Qiangzhe, they cannot match the resilience of C3.

How could this be? He was dead—she should have been happy. Why did she feel utterly drained?