Chapter 855: The Clever First Half!

“Who are you?”

He Chen turned his head to look over.

“Don’t you recognize me?” Luo Yan’s mother stared intently into He Chen’s eyes, as if trying to determine whether he was lying.

“Should I know you?” He Chen laughed, studying her face closely, then suddenly seemed to realize: “I get it—you’re that celebrity, Xiao Xiao, right?”

“…“ Luo Yan’s mother’s face darkened.

“No?”

To be honest, her poison was indeed powerful—it struck suddenly and nearly knocked him out, but he managed to activate the Ten Thousand Transformations Chaos Scripture in time; even so, he had only just fully refined the sleeping powder.

She could not use magic, so she held her katana before her chest, aiming for the neck of the ferocious low-level aberration.

In that instant, the evil cultivator was struck, flung backward, spinning through the air several times before crashing into a nearby stall, knocking over all the vegetables, then falling onto the greens, their juices splattering everywhere and soaking his clothes.

The supreme leader seemed to have lost all his Qi; he swayed, collapsed back into his chair, and in an instant appeared far older.

Shi Zhuo returned to his Red Hawk Division’s area and immediately reported the unusual incident to his father, Shi Yuntian.

After finishing his drink, Su Chen said, then walked into the room; Mu Ling’er also returned to her room…

Although he spoke bluntly to the hotel owner’s face, the owner was still nervous, so he called over another attendant and told him to inform the inn’s manager to go buy some raw materials today and such.

“But if this substance has such a strong stench, how did the killer make him swallow it?” Captain Liu found this very puzzling—it was indeed a crucial question.

Trade wounds for wounds—aren’t the Lannisters always proud of being superior? Then tell me, do you dare trade your life for this old man’s worthless one?

Jian held a broken ancient weapon, a shattered sword, and clashed its tip against the frost spear’s point.

Spending two days at the Xing family’s home wasn’t anything new, so Ning Jiahua got up obediently and dressed; her belongings had been packed by Xing Huai Gang, and all she needed to do was tell Ning Feihu before leaving.

Shu Yan heard this answer and thought: “I wish I could crawl into a crack in the ground.” Seeing the expression on his face, she couldn’t help but laugh.

After drinking the potion, there was initially no strong reaction, but after a while, the mysterious patient began sweating profusely all over his forehead. He kept clutching his chest, then finally started punching it repeatedly, causing the Dongwan envoy’s face to turn pale.

She had only intended to rest for a moment, but Yan Ximo never expected that the moment she closed her eyes, she no longer wanted to open them.

But Si Yu hadn’t expected that Liang Qiu Hang had specifically taken leave to bring Wu Juan to his home in Hangzhou, and that his aunt, uncle, and grandfather had all praised Wu Juan endlessly. Si Yu, furious, locked herself in her room and ate nothing all day.

Qingcheng suddenly felt confused—was this immortal sect entirely wicked, or only this particular group?

Mu Lin’s entire face was flushed red; though he was a simple farmer, she was still his mother. Yet he dared not say a word, and during these past days of family trouble, he hadn’t even visited her. Mu Fan still held resentment toward him.

Wang Xiaosong took a deep breath, feeling as if a massive boulder pressed against his chest—the sky was black, the road was black, everything was black.

Wang Xiaosong sat in his office, thinking about the future; yesterday’s policy promotion should have had a strong effect, so today he needed to convene a leadership meeting and reassign tasks. Thinking of this, he stood up to leave; despite his conflict with Sun Long, he still needed to consult him during the leadership meeting.