Chapter 131: Taxes Are Only Within Machine Gun Range

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

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A small town that hadn't seen rain for over a month finally got rain this evening, and it wasn't light rain, but a moderate rain of some scale.

In the sunset, the whole town was hazy.

Under the strong lights of various vehicles, the raindrops were even more clearly visible.

Armored vehicles, police cars, and other duty vehicles roared out of the police station, surrounding the Central Church from different directions around the town.

Mi

"Junior Sister Wan Ying, don't rush to leave first. If you move about recklessly in the forest, you might run into others."

Round Tong finished speaking, flicked her Orchid Finger, and internal energy flew out like a cannon shell, slicing through leaves and igniting a wisp of flame, flying straight toward Xiao Yan's heart.

She sat up, stretched out her hand to touch her face, turned her head to look out the window, and a wisp of night wind seeped through the not fully closed window panes, causing the wind chimes to ring lightly and gently brushing the long hair hanging down.

I don't know how exactly one enters and exits the Ten Thousand Realms Museum—would stepping out with one foot send me traveling through time and space to my own bedroom?

Actually, the Eighteen Arhats were also confused now; hearing the discussions around them, they dared not act rashly.

Shen Xing's eyes rolled; after all, he had crossed over once—did he really have to be utterly incompatible with this evil feudal society? Wasn't that a bit bad?

However, as long as I still hold the home, I can naturally move it bit by bit back to my own courtyard.

From the feeling when she just spoke, Xiang Nanxing estimated she would probably state her proposal next time, and this time choosing to help Xiang Nanxing was mostly to pave the way for what comes next.

Apart from a body full of muscles worth praising, even what was stuffed in his head was muscles.

Su Yaqi gave Lu Yu a white-eye glance; although Lu Yu's antics could indeed ease the mood, Su Yaqi could tell that this uncle waiting was indeed a bit anxious.

She had always been a proud person, and like all strategists, she was unquestionably confident in her own schemes. She thought the Pure Yang Camp had something amiss; this was a heaven-sent good opportunity, and taking advantage of this opportunity, she should deploy her strongest means—even if it meant temporarily abandoning the Tang Sect's greatest long-range advantage, it didn't matter.

After all, this big lizard's strength wasn't that formidable; its attack method was just too bizarre.

Fortunately, the array laid by Shi Chen was reliable enough; the passengers in the two carriages had already sunk into dreamland, and no one discovered the scene that happened at the connection point.

After leaving that True Gang Sword Sect Disciple, Yin Zhaotian began traveling day and night; at first Yin Zhaotian's heart was a mess, always worrying about Yin Tianba and the others' safety, but as time passed, Yin Zhaotian's heart had already calmed down, and he began to think.

Although no relevant evidence has been found yet of China making a move, the Japanese ruling personnel all insist it is a Chinese conspiracy.

Although he now has a weapon given by his grandfather in hand, he obviously feels this sword isn't particularly suitable for him, but having it is better than not having it.

Yi Feng's luck was really good; after not walking for long, as the sky gradually darkened, he really found an oasis.

Seeing this axe, Yin Zhaotian knew that if he were struck, he'd probably be split in half; at that moment, his precious knife instantly slashed out, a shocking blade light shot straight to the sky, then slashed toward that huge axe shadow.

The sudden shouts and killing cries shook everyone's hearts. At the valley top, sword shadows flashed, sword qi shot up to the sky; under the sky-filling sword qi, the Vatican's mages fell one after another into pools of blood. Du Laweiao and the others were shocked, they were stunned—what was going on? Who came to help them?

Looking at Hui Jun, who showed a very frightened expression, Fenghua Yueluo immediately felt guilty and hurriedly said: "Sorry, I forgot you were a Sacrificer; just now you kept using magic attacks, so I thought you were a mage." Did she really forget? Or did she just find a random excuse?