Chapter 132: All Citizens Are Heretics!

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Hundreds of townspeople lined up by the seaside.

Gazing at the colossal thing they had never seen before, the doubt in everyone's eyes seemed to harden into certainty.

They believed in Lilith.

But they still kept a certain wariness toward Wu Wang, the outsider.

Now they saw a cruise ship, not belonging here, appear in the town; even the residents living on the side closest to the sea had not discovered how it arrived.

Everyone

"That night, I thought more about the piece you played." Nalan turned around for no reason and replied to Hongli.

"You deceived me, and my master too." Nalan looked straight at Hongli and spoke; it was not a question, but an accusation.

Before Thirteen Robes could answer, Ten Robes muttered to herself: "If you want to know the result, please look forward to Thirteen Robes' answer." Thirteen Robes patted Ten Robes' head.

Feng Ling was about to nod when suddenly a mouthful of blood surged to her throat; she gave a bitter smile: Now that the nosebleed has stopped, I'm vomiting blood? She turned her head away, refusing to look at Long Cangjue. Long Cangjue's face was rigid: "Should I hate you, Feng Ling? Should I hate you?" Feng Ling, choked with grievance, said nothing; her stubborn eyes glistened with tears.

He spoke with a smile; perhaps that hatred had by now slowly settled, turning into some inexplicable feeling that was neither loveable nor hateable.

His confident manner made me feel that the world had suddenly become much simpler. He said, tell your friend to contact him, and then I will accompany her on the trip.

"Big sister! What are you saying! Are you pregnant?!" Aimo Li, overhearing their conversation nearby, turned her face with a look of shock.

"I." Lan'er was momentarily tongue-tied; indeed, since her marriage she had not come to the Empress Dowager's place, and she was somewhat at a loss for words.

She forced a smile. I pinched her cheek once more, and with a thousand reluctant feelings, set out on the return journey. As soon as I boarded the train, I could not help but burst into tears.

When Nalan woke again, she found herself in a magnificent, comfortable soft sedan chair; then she felt her back press against a warm, solid chest. Turning around, she stiffened all over: Celen's deep, ink-jade eyes were gazing at her with a smile.

After parting with her sister, Gu Luoqiao did not return to the company immediately. She strolled outside, confirming that her mood had improved and would not affect her work before entering the J Group building.

You should be grateful that I didn't die; otherwise, with the Alliance's power, they could find out in minutes, and by then you'd have nowhere to cry.

She treated it as milk powder, mixing water for Wei Yang to drink on schedule every day. When the famine grew worse, she herself dared not eat it anymore; she felt that if she ate one meal, Wei Yang would have to go without several meals.

"Boss!" The burly thugs suddenly lost their nerve, calling out in panic, but they did not dare to act rashly.

As if infected by Beidou's powerful will, Ji Tian felt he was indeed a bit pessimistic. Yet Ji Tian's own experiences far exceeded Beidou's; he had embarked on this path precisely because of cruel reality, and now he had merely been frightened by reality once again.

The three of them not being in the same frame was Tang Rou's regret before she died, and also the scene he longed to see.

"Alright, we can start anytime. Please." The sooner you die, the sooner you're reborn; Beidou did not wish to waste time.

A long sleep woke her. She was eager to go home and study, but upon seeing the hot spring outside her room, Dai Xixi changed her mind.

Qin Junlin dropped the posture of demanding the bar owner say something, looked gently at Yu Xinzheng, and said: "It's fine; I just arrived too." The full cup in his hand was the best proof of Qin Junlin's words.

Before he could finish speaking, his expression froze. As if he had eaten a fly, his face turned ugly.

Beneath this true storm of blood and slaughter, the blood threads behind Murong Ping spread out once more, greedily absorbing the fresh vital blood lingering all around, replenishing the true essence he had just expended.