Chapter 313: In This World, Injustice Always Exists

The story must begin from the start.

Last night, after Shen Siyuan fell asleep, the quiet room was left with only Xiao Yue.

Dou Dou and Duoduo each went home; although there was nothing to do at home, the two little ones still habitually stayed by their parents' side.

Xiao Yue, having nothing to do, thought of going to find Liu Agong to "catch up."

So she transformed into a gust of cold wind and shot skyward; the seaside was brightly lit at night, but she actually did not quite like it, because not a single lamp

But now that it is known he is the Night Emperor, famous throughout the world, who would truly consider him ordinary? Failing to sense his extraordinariness only proves the Night Emperor has long reached the state of returning to simplicity and truth, beyond what they can perceive.

"Shut up! It is not your place to teach me how to act! Watch closely; my chance to rise in rank and get rich has arrived!" Captain Huang stared at Lin Tian's retreating figure with a sinister grin, excitement flickering in his eyes.

Man Li set his own heart resolutely aside; after all, I am not the president. Since you, Eastern Demi-God, do not care about this matter, why should I worry on their behalf?

"Tch!" Chen Xiaoxu spat fiercely; with that spittle came a trace of blood.

The entire scene seemed frozen; the sword sheath and Galactica stared fixedly at the sword. The Sword of Superman and Superman had achieved a subtle balance. Were it not for Kent's twisted, ferocious expression, others might have mistaken it for an oil painting.

The Golden Eye saw only this, but the Silver Clan could already believe that "Kent" was intervening in the Ark's colonization. Now these sophons were working for humanity; sophons were absolutely extremely powerful technological artifacts, not only providing communication for humanity but also interfering with their signals in return.

Nevertheless, the main business still had to be handled; Duan Su Su took out her phone again and began asking questions while looking at the barrage of comments on the screen.

The rich and handsome man naturally wished to return the gift, but rummaging through the treasures in his spatial storage, he found nothing comparable to the jade nectar; immediately feeling depressed, he spoke faintly.

"Mr. Zhang, I, Zhao Wunan, am truly grateful for this good fortune today. I have nothing to offer in return at your place. In the future, if Mr. Zhang has any business in Bafang Town, simply find me, Zhao Wunan; I will certainly help with all my might." The manager, having wolfed down all the food, finally had the mind to speak.

Thinking of this, their gaze upon Ye Chen was now filled with awe; submitting to such a powerful master did not seem an unacceptable thing.

With no other recourse, Liuhuo could only adopt the most energy-saving method: directly attacking the gunman's sense of direction.

She sat in the office, restless the whole time. After thinking for a long while, she finally sent a text message to Gao Haotian: No matter what happens, it will all pass.

It seemed like a vow, but Zhao Xuan knew the firmness in Jiu Huang's words. He said nothing more; following Jiu Huang into the memorial hall, he offered a stick of incense for Lady Xu.

"Tong En, Tong En is gone; all her things are gone too." Xu Hui's voice dropped; she was startled by the expression on Jerry's face.

Thus, within the "One Instant, Hundred Years," Mu Dasha began his long alchemical career.

Who would have thought that after Mei Nong voiced these words, Yang Jin immediately pinned the grave crime of questioning the monarch upon Mei Nong's head!

Tong En left. Not in the ordinary sense of leaving—waving goodbye, meeting again after some time; even if they could not meet, at least they could call or chat online.

However, that night, when I finished my cold shower, dried the water droplets, and walked into my own room, I still felt a slight difference.

"If I obtain this spear, our Great Qin will contend for the world; what cause for worry!" Qin Zihong, the Second Imperial Prince of the Qin Dynasty, a strong contender for the throne.

His eyes were swollen into a single slit, yet he refused to admit defeat; instead, a fierce light shone forth, clearly showing extreme resentment.