Chapter 117: Shang · Phoenix-Proud Heaven · The Fall of Youshu!

"Where is he right now?"

"Still in Thailand, but he’s been calling headquarters like a madman... well, the people we sent are already there."

"Do you think he’s credible?"

"……I suspect he’s trying to shift the blame, but headquarters checked his connections in Thailand and found he doesn't have the capability to cause a stir as big as the last one..."

Ji Heming walked toward the office of Junior Manager Liu while talking to his agent on the other end.

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"Are you saying the time medium device might have been researched and created again by the upper-level Piltover or Viktor?" Garen grasped the key point of the issue. Ekko is only twelve or thirteen years old; even if the time medium device were in his hands, the events of fifteen years ago could not possibly have anything to do with him.

The terrifying nature of these two powers—others might not know, but Garen had felt it truly and deeply in his heart.

This disaster was indeed caused by Hu Wanshan, but not in the way Hu Tianyi imagined. The boy seemed to have a premonition, raising his finger to point at where Hu Wanshan was, babbling something.

That night, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep, his mind filled with many thoughts. He had suffered humiliation and failed to endure it. In a moment of impulse, he had fallen into a passive position. He did not know what kind of storm awaited him in the imperial court today.

She was not yet so arrogant and conceited; with her strength, it was not enough to contend against the combined strangulation of the palace's expert guards and the Iron-Blooded Imperial Guard.

The scene immediately fell into chaos. The aftermath of the spell-casting by the Foundation Establishment cultivators was extremely tyrannical. The group of Qi Refining cultivators below, caught off guard, were affected by the magical power, and the dozens of Qi Refining cultivators at the center of the power died without even a groan.

After Avar was forced back by Karl's sword-wind dance, he did not fall immediately but charged up again.

What puzzled the three of them was that the things these people were snatching were not supplies or anything of the sort, but a golden, circular object.

Liang Miao smiled and enticed, watching with satisfaction as Ji Xiangwei stepped closer to her, step by step, into the danger zone where, just like her, she could fall at any moment.

Song Miaoyuan was asleep, still curled up at the edge of the bed; the soreness and numbness in her legs brought her to a state of partial wakefulness.

Chen Ye looked at these kind and respectable farmers; they were the most grateful and knew how to repay kindness. Knowing Chen Ye was going to India, they had sent over their most beloved sons.

When she met up with Tang Yinyin, she was sneaking around in the bushes opposite a high-end club.

Row upon row of single-story houses stood without any planning, crisscrossing the city's original ground, lanes, or parks.

The Emperor had never relinquished power; to approach ministers and successful examination candidates so blatantly—was this not handing others a handle against him?

Xia Tian said "urgently," but her hands immediately picked up her messenger bag and she walked out of the classroom.

"Haha, that is inevitable. If he doesn't die from this, he is certainly no ordinary person." Ji Yuan grinned.

For every purchase, if the community procured more than 50 magic crystals' worth of supplies, they could not continue to purchase, and the next in line would begin procurement.

He feigned a relapse of an old illness, merely wanting to see if she truly wanted to stay by his side.

The so-called "radiation" refers to magic energy being controlled to exit the body, breaking free from the shackles of the flesh to become transcendent and holy.

"Could there really be such an expert in this world?" He did not know if he was talking to himself or seeking confirmation from Huang Xing'an.

When Ji Yue came out of the single bathroom, her hair was not yet dry; she sat on the bed with her bangs dripping water. Since entering her second year of graduate school, Liverpool would assign one-to-two-person dorms, and since it was something that could be settled with a bit of money, Ji Yue naturally would not treat herself poorly.

Duan Ranjie's home was on the third floor. For a multi-story residential building, the third floor is the golden floor. Although the building was a bit old, the interior decoration was quite cozy—four rooms and two living rooms. Because it was a multi-story building, the area was over 160 square meters. According to Duan Ranjie's current rank, it was slightly over the standard, but it didn't matter; he was about to be confirmed in his position.