Chapter 934: My Territory, My Rules!

Li Dongling was not surprised that the Hong Kong government’s leader and others had come; if they hadn’t come, that would have been strange.

The villa on the hillside where Li Dongling stayed had far superior security and confidentiality compared to other places in Hong Kong; discussing matters there would not draw undue attention.

Before the matter was settled, if one loudly publicized it and shouted it to the world, it would only invite many complications.

Ningwen also climbed out of the pool at this moment, white

“This is death—can you face it calmly?” Kuang Lan sheng walked up to him, holding the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss; the sword’s patterns glowed bright and pure. Red? No red? Jiang Fan looked down at his chest—unharmed, just a dream?

Previously, I wrote three chapters daily, but after reaching 170,000 words with poor performance, I never tried a trial promotion, so I slowed down, fearing I’d be published without even a trial promotion.

The disaster raged like fire; kind parents cut flesh to feed their children, cruel mothers sold theirs, cruel fathers boiled theirs—such was the world’s coldness, the myriad faces of humanity.

Zhang Bing acknowledged the advantages of the gaming helmet in promotional materials, but felt that if such tools fell into the hands of villains, they might become instruments of evil.

Fang Ping estimated his strength: after his beast transformation, he should be slightly stronger than a Qi Refinement Sixth Layer cultivator, yet weaker than a Qi Refinement Seventh Layer one—hovering between mid and late Qi Refinement.

Hearing his voice, the nine fire dragons exchanged human-like glances, their blazing bodies suddenly twitched, then twisted together.

Previously, because of Si Jin, Li Mingxue often came to the Special Affairs Office to find him, so many here recognized this lively girl.

But since she’d just returned, he couldn’t very well refuse; the villa already had an entertainment room, so it was convenient.

After killing the bandits of Heifeng Zhai , Fang Ping realized the escaped bandits would surely leak his whereabouts, and Heifeng Zhai ’s people would come looking for him.

His gaze swept only once over the bearded man from the Golden Triangle and an Indian elder, then shot straight toward the late-stage Primordial expert who ran slowest and was closest to him.

A Jiu’s heart pounded; she remembered how her uncle’s master, Su Er yi, had mentioned his wife was named Rou’er—so many coincidences together made her unable to avoid wondering about Su Zhan’s true identity.

Thus, Qin Zhao hurriedly carried Li Hong to the Ningcheng City Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital; he didn’t seek Western medicine because over the years, during missions, he had genuinely encountered TCM masters whose miraculous abilities had left an indelible impression on him.

“Master, can you first teach Bai Yu how to descend the mountain? Otherwise, I can’t even get back to my room,” the good child asked.

The former subordinates of Hong Meng stayed silent, for they didn’t know either. Hong Meng had given them a fine opportunity and truly changed them; at least they deeply felt that joining the Qinglian Sect offered the best life experience compared to their former families in their respective great cities.

“Heh, the war has begun and won’t end easily—the Earth Federation has prepared too long for this war; even if the spatial passages cannot expand, the war will continue. Also, do you know Wang Fei?” said Layne.

Even if they posted an audio recording online, even if their intent in posting it was truly malicious, it still shouldn’t have escalated to such an extreme degree.

She repeated these words, then a smile of unprecedented joy spread across her face. She laughed, looked up at the Buddha statue, and the statue smiled back. In her hands, the newborn baby cried.

Based on Cheng Xiaodong’s understanding of Zhou Bai, he was certainly not the type to act on impulse in film production, nor did he hold any special reverence for Hong Kong and Taiwan stars; Hong Jingbao treating Zhou Bai as a mainland nouveau riche was undoubtedly unwise.