Chapter 300: Taozhi

Jiang Taozhi faintly heard a child's voice beside her ear; half-asleep, she couldn't make it out, instinctively tilting her ear to listen better, the drowsiness slowly receding, though she was not yet fully awake.

She opened her eyes, glanced around—everything seemed slightly unfamiliar—until her gaze landed on the gauzy curtain stirred by the sea breeze, and only then did she fully awaken.

She remembered: last night, for the first time, she had stayed overnight at Shen Siyuan's house.

And the voice she heard

Honghong, impulsive and reckless, immediately prepared her axe, deliberately invited Liao Beibei to her home, used all sorts of methods to keep him occupied, refusing to engage in any improper act, insisting her menstrual period had started and she must wait until tomorrow, while also scheming to make Liao Beibei spend the night—thus, Liao Beibei walked straight into the tiger's den.

"Enough. As long as there's some barrier against Dragon Flame, it's sufficient." Akki nodded confidently. "I focused on its wings—no matter how strong its regeneration, it can't recover fully in a short time; its mobility will drop drastically."

The log had floated for countless years upon the Sea of Blood, seeking the ocean currents' direction but finding no trace—yet these currents had been manipulated away from Zang's Buddhist power, proving the controller of the currents possessed sentience.

Among them, the Qingyun Sect members led by Xiao Yicai, upon seeing familiar faces from Tianyin Temple, naturally grew close—but he was curious why the Tianyin Temple's first disciple, Fa Xiang, was nowhere to be seen among them.

Long Taiquan Sanlang's needle was still embedded in his forearm; he couldn't pull it out, so he used his other hand to squeeze it outward.

For this Super Singer competition, Lin Weiwei was just doing it for fun; after all, she was recording Huaxia Good Voice and had no spare energy to join Super Singer, so whether she advanced or not didn't matter to her—she only cared that Super Singer might gain her more fans.

Of course, she still had powerful backers; spending money might protect her for now—but could it protect her forever?

The corpse had nothing on it except a watch; no clear suspect traits could be identified. Li San searched along nearby routes and around the sewers for the victim's lower body.

"Heh, so easily exposing my secrets to someone whose allegiance is unclear? It seems your courage has grown, Akki." Xuelun smiled without a trace of amusement—even ordinary people could clearly sense the killing intent radiating from her.

"Yes, so I need a powerful bodyguard—one I can trust." Xu Zihao looked at Atian.

"You can't say that—he didn't mean any harm." Lin Qing sounded less resentful toward Chen Qudong.

"Hum!" The protective barrier of the Asura Castle flared again, and the talisman soldiers on the walls turned their direction.

The number of people at the officer registration desk was clearly much smaller: of the ten windows in the hall, only two were for officer registration, while eight were for regular soldiers—and the queues for the latter were far longer.

Just after ending her call with Miti Lanbei, Ling Zhou received video call requests from Dani, Hesi, Terisi, and others.

At the Princess's side stood a thin man, whose eyes resembled an eagle's, glowing with a blood-red Ding Youguang.

As the screenwriter of this TV drama, he clearly played a vital role in the work; when the drama aired, the negative energy generated would naturally increase, not diminish relatively.

In midair above the East Shore Villa, a hyper-realistic virtual image appeared—how could a monarch of a nation possibly remain uninformed?

"Our light cruiser's air-search radar tracked the U. S. fighter jets providing air cover for the main battle group. We confirmed those carrier-based aircraft descended in altitude and landed—thus, we deduced the location of the American aircraft carrier," said Vice Admiral George Fredberg.