Chapter 142: Taxation Exists Only Within Machine Gun Range! Chapter 137

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Kesaertnan G.

In the presidential suite on the top floor of the Lantamprade Hotel, Lopez looked at the stacks of documents on the table with a gloomy expression.

Ever since the last television broadcast, his approval rating had plummeted all the way down, and no amount of public relations could salvage this trend.

Although current polls showed Lopez still held a certain, slight advantage over the other candidates, this advantage was nowhere near enough to let him rest easy.

Who knows

This time, Hu Meier and Qing Die, the two of them, had just been thrown out by Shengxian Lake when someone came to meet them. Rodian was representing Nantian City here today to welcome newly ascended immortals; he hadn't expected two to arrive together in the morning.

He immediately struck out several palms, wanting to weaken the power of that blue giant tiger, but it was to no avail.

"Could it be that you want us to step in and solve your personal problems for you too?" Gela said in a sarcastic tone.

"Everyone, Dioneia has no forcibly occupied land; it was all obtained according to treaties, legally!" Plasinas, who had come to welcome them, immediately corrected them with a straight face.

Ling Duyu looked at the storage bag before him, and Ling Duyu felt great joy in his heart. Inside were quite a few sealed jade boxes; needless to say they contained various flames, and there were also some unsealed jade boxes. They were certainly pot scrapings, and some smoke-and-fire-scorched stones.

"Still too weak." A cold smile flashed across Xiao Yi's mouth corner; the silver war spear in his hand seethed with terrifying nomological power, like a heaven-pillaring divine column, lashing down viciously upon that divine lotus above.

At this moment, over a dozen cultivators suddenly surrounded them from all around; they wore the same attire as the burly man, very obviously fellow disciples of the same sect.

With Aluba's methods, creating a Venerable-level powerhouse was simplicity itself; with a casual wave, a peak-Venerable expert appeared opposite Kangmang Ang.

"Aren't you looking for your son? Then right now, I'll return your son to you." Just at this critical juncture, a cold smile suddenly flashed across Xiao Yi's mouth corner.

Intense pain made Yang Gang unable to suppress a scream; he even felt his skull had been smashed apart.

In Ning Yi's main room, the first bed facing the door belongs to Ning Yi, followed by Yun Zhi, Xia Ling, and Ning Mo.

The commentator tried to stir the players' enthusiasm, but naturally it was impossible to succeed; the cage interior remained dead silent.

Mainly because when Zhang Baihe learned her husband was a murderer, she suffered a huge mental shock.

All kinds of complex emotions intertwined, causing Zhuge Qing, who had rarely stepped out of Jiangning Prefecture City in over a decade, to be shaken in heart and spirit.

Of course, in this world there exist many Soul-Suppressing Streets founded on ancient national beliefs, and naturally there also exist Soul-Suppressing Streets centered on certain sects or ideologies.

Ning An pushed him away, turned, and tried to leave; Su Ning had no intention of forcing her either — he wanted her, but didn't like taking by force.

Han Mingxiu also knew Ma Lijun meant no malice; telling her this was purely a well-intentioned reminder, so she patiently explained the reason to him.

It was the dry season; Qian Ye unknowingly set the room on fire while sleeping.

But just when we thought all was safe, strange things started happening again; above Panshan Road there was not a sound, and now is not the tourist season.

And every riot usually has its cause. But what exactly is the cause, and who would dare face tens of millions of demon beasts head-on to go look in the inner perimeter?

However, having opened this so-called Featherfall Gem and checked its attributes, it still made Mo Liu quite happy.

A player flew backward, crashed to the ground, sprayed a large mouthful of fresh blood, and became a corpse. This person was precisely a team member of the Taishan Gang, who fought that player named Zhu Ling, was outmatched, and was killed with one punch.

By now Wu Zhao had already walked out of the mist, her body bearing some bloodstains; looks like she had gone through one or several battles, but suffered no serious injuries. Yet on that face of seven parts beauty and three parts heroism there was a trace of gloom.