Chapter 327

The team leader showed her the photo of the offender taken moments ago. “This is the vehicle owner. Do you know her?”

As she spoke, Sister Hu affectionately linked arms with Lü Jiahao, swaying them back and forth—so cloying it was nauseating.

Bai Shixuan, lying on the bed with her eyes tightly shut, felt no further action from Wu Haoyi after a long while, so she slowly opened her eyes and stole a glance.

Mo Jiu dribbled the ball effortlessly, walked to the three-point line, and stood calmly, eyes locked on the basket, his mind rapidly calculating: quadratic functions, equations, velocity, angle—these geometric mathematical concepts had been second nature to him since age eight, and he would never err.

After reprimanding his nephew, the deputy director turned and smiled at Xuelian, listing off a string of failures.

As Ling Banxia raised her hand, he seized both her wrists with one hand and clamped a hand over her mouth, effortlessly subduing her.

The conservative townsfolk didn’t believe in their farming methods—not even someone like Factory Director Yang.

“Are you here looking for the children’s father? He’s out feeding the animals—he’ll be back soon. Sit down, I’ll finish up and chat with you later.” San Yue Niang chattered on at length, then walked into the kitchen.

The Nine Yin Corpse-Burning Array was vast, engulfing Wu Qian and the others entirely. Yet its peculiar trait was that it burned only corpses within the array, causing no harm to living beings.

She arrived at a bad time—the pharmacy had just received a new shipment and was settling accounts. There were many items; the clerk weighed them slowly, checking for substandard herbs, and at this pace, he wouldn’t finish before nightfall.

After passing through the Tokyo Bay Tunnel, the convoy followed the highway northwest into the U.S. military’s Yokota Base in Japan.

Ajiao was furious. She didn’t want Xiang Yundu to think she performed poorly—if he thought she was too mischievous and refused to give her the Golden House, what then?

In the Kunyu Mountain Gorge near the edge of Huyan Grassland, a series of creaking sounds echoed as dozens of heavily laden horse-drawn carts struggled along the road, many slipping on icy patches.

He hadn’t even left yet, and already he was fretting—looking at Ajiao, then at Zheng Anni, neither seemed reliable.

At this point, Du Ke’s regret over failing to turn Jin Bing into a Changgui had grown fainter.

Afraid he’d consume it too often and suffer side effects, he’d added some auxiliary herbs—enjoying it felt great, but taking the medicine felt like a funeral pyre.

Awen saw the two exchanging formalities endlessly but didn’t interrupt; she sipped barley tea and watched the spectacle.

Look at her haughty demeanor—her legs were weak, yet she still bothered to put on airs before leaving. Shi Tianhao sighed impatiently, gave a perfunctory bow, and said, “Understood,” just to spare her face.

The man, upon arriving at the hospital, still acted arrogant, claiming the three children deserved punishment—they were always rowdy and disruptive, and it was already generous they had a place to stay.

“So-called Mingjin means like what I just demonstrated—punching with force, vibrating the air to produce a sharp crack,” Pei Wufu explained after his demonstration.

We quickly drank a vial of blood. I immediately cast an appraisal on the three or four monsters.

This desert, known in later ages as the Wailing Desert, teemed with phantom beasts—fierce, often venomous. Their cries all sounded alike, as if weeping in sorrow, hence the name. This was the desert’s greatest characteristic.

Thus, the two stared at each other. Finally, neither knew who moved first—and a scene unfolded by the lake…

While Luo Ping intercepted the two sixth-rank Zhi Immortals, he also summoned his Stone Spirit avatar and the Evil Spirit puppet to hold off the two seventh-rank Zhi Immortals.

“Are you okay, Sisi?” Zhao Jing was startled by Sisi’s appearance; she felt Sisi had suffered a tremendous blow. She didn’t understand—how could just one sentence from her cause such devastation?

A gentle voice came from outside the door, pulling ‘Ying’ back to reality.

In the following moments, the hound’s body began to twitch, and astonishingly, it slowly grew larger.

Zhong Lingyu had no intention of revealing his true reason for being in the mine. These guys were loyal, but they were still students—some things were too dangerous for them to get involved in; sometimes, the less you knew, the safer you were.

Moreover, Luo Ping had to fend off attacks from the two seventh-rank Xuan Immortals while breaking the array—this was extremely dangerous.

Jin the steward glanced at Shi Meiren beside Shen Yu, then lowered his head and bowed slightly, showing respect.

He had no objection to developing a relationship beyond friendship with a girl, as long as she was single and willing.

The conversation with Tiger Aunt had taken considerable time; now, observing the surroundings of the main house, besides the four water-tiger guards, only the second young master wandered aimlessly with two attendants.

Lei Jie couldn’t sit still, bid farewell to Meng Yuan and Di Wu Ming, and headed to Yao Guang Peak to scavenge. Before leaving, Meng Yuan told them to buy a black jade basin at Zui Xian Pavilion and bring back some lotus roots and ice fish. When Ouyang Yanran learned of this, her icy expression finally softened when she saw him.