147 Abandonment

Before the words had even faded, the storm warrior raised his weapon. The weapon he held in his grasp was not a katana, but rather a slender, sharp-bladed precious sword—unmistakably an extraordinary artifact.

The day-long amusement park trip officially came to an end, and tomorrow would be a new day. Everyone made their own arrangements and headed back home.

However, having been in this profession for quite some time, he had once heard of a medicinal pill called the Soul-Purifying Pellet, which seemed to be just the thing to treat Bu Qiang’s current condition.

After tossing and turning for who knows how many times, Zhao Xuanzhi got up, walked over to the window, and gazed in the direction of the Prince of Lin'an’s estate.

"Brother, good brother. Take me with you today, please." Qi Peicui had also heard the news that Chu Ziyu had woken up, and demanded to tag along.

"How could I possibly refuse?" Lin Bei and Dong Minghao truly could not fathom what was so great about this white moonlight figure, yet they dared not ask directly. They had heard that she had only been at Southern University for a single semester, yet it seemed she had countless fans there, with admirers wherever she went.

To forcibly break into the auction area would very likely place her in grave danger, and her presence might even compromise his own operations.

Song Wanfeng truly never expected that in this lifetime, she would hear these words once more. It was truly nothing short of ironic.

Hearing Zong Wei-xia mention the Seven Injuries Fist, Zhang Wuji recalled that night on Icefire Island when his adoptive father had woken him up and recounted how he had used the Seven Injuries Fist to kill the divine monk Kongjian. Later, his adoptive father made him memorize the fist's chant, and because he could not commit it to memory immediately, he had suffered several slaps. As the chant now flowed through his mind, he instantly understood the principles behind it.

Chen Yang tilted his head slightly just as several bullets whizzed past, chewing up the tree bark on one side with a flurry of impact marks.

Feeling the soothing pat on the top of her head and the warmth radiating from her elder sister, Ye Qi’s trembling body gradually calmed down. Gripping the hem of Ye Ying’s sleeve tightly, she looked up at her with tear-filled eyes.

From this day onward, everything she would enjoy through that aloof and handsome man would truly become her own.

Running into an acquaintance while buying a house was naturally nothing out of the ordinary. Stepping forward to exchange a few casual remarks, or better yet, setting a date to fulfill one’s duties as a host, were all entirely normal occurrences.

Had it been anyone else, given Takahashi’s slander and torment, they would have long since lost heart, brushed it off with a casual remark, and adopted a "take a step back and the ocean will open up" attitude.

The car door was ripped open, and Liang Le stumbled out of the vehicle, then reached out to help a pale-faced Wu Xingya out.

By using our hands to eliminate some troublesome matters, the government of Country M would not need to dirty its hands, nor would they even pay a reward, simply because our entry was illegal and unknown to anyone else.

Seeing that heavy snow had been falling since the afternoon, the three of them did not dare to go inside to disturb him without Ye Fan’s orders. The charcoal fire in the room was likely long extinguished, leaving no difference between the inside and the outside.

Garment after garment was stripped away, and a creeping sense of terror slowly gripped her heart. Could it be that Mo Qingcheng, in this original body of hers, still could not escape the fate of being humiliated?

The man’s gaze was fierce, and a chilling, lethal aura radiated from all over his body. With a single glance, Lin Xiaotian knew that this person was an expert.

Yet, as consecutive slaps—sounding just like firecrackers during the New Year—landed sharply on his old face with loud smacks, the Fourth Tiger finally realized just how terribly ruined his situation had become.

This man was truly arrogant and conceited, rushing to conclusions with only a superficial understanding without even listening to an explanation. He wondered how on earth the enormous family fortune of the Pei family had been sustained under his hands.

On the other hand, Ping Zijing was also afraid that Xiao Lang of the Wuchen Villa would come seeking revenge; with Lin Fan backing him, he would have nothing to fear.

I sniffled, my nose stinging with sourness. The moment I blinked, tears fell like broken beads. Chang Ji showed a look of unbearable pity, cupping my face and gently wiping away the tears on my cheeks. I clasped his hand in return, looking at him through my misty, tear-filled eyes as he offered a faint smile and kissed my forehead.

Ye Hongfeng set Feng Ranran down, signaling her to head toward the pile of rubble first, then turned around with the Nine Heavens sword held horizontally before him. "Whether I can escape or not is not something you need to worry about. By forcing your realm to rise at the cost of your life, are you truly not afraid of dying at all?" he asked, staring coldly at the person before him.

The world had enjoyed peace for a long time; there was no shortage of prestigious, wealthy clans that had stood tall for centuries or even dominated regions since the previous dynasty. Newcomers wishing to rise had to contend with these established powers for resources and profits, and success required the alignment of favorable weather, advantageous terrain, and harmonious human relations—not one could be dispensed with.

Mu Lan’s right eyelid kept twitching, making it impossible for her to care about the prestige and ranking of the top ten rookies of the 19th Lanyang City cohort.

In truth, while I claimed aloud not to care, it still hurt inside. For months after our marriage, Chang Ji and I had not yet—forget it, better left unsaid.

Yet at this moment, looking at Yu Tang, whose eyes remained pure and whose expression still held such reliance on him, and recalling that he was sitting in a quiet meditation room of a temple, his state of mind instantly turned turbulent, churning up all sorts of bizarre thoughts.

Tie Muqi no longer knew what to do, his heart filled with overwhelming anxiety regarding the safety of the clan leader and his people.

Linyuan disliked dragging things out when dealing with anyone. Especially now, with little more than an hour left before sunrise, a swift and decisive victory was essential.

Viewed from high altitude, thousands of pillars of light suddenly resembled brilliant blue ribbons connecting the ocean surface to the cosmic fighter jets. So dazzling and colorful were they, yet to the enemy Sacred Britannian forces, this spelled absolute apocalyptic doom.

Moreover, the production of various fighter jets, warships, and mechas had never been abandoned. Whenever there was surplus energy and resources, Tang Huang would never let them slip away.

While some resented Liu Xu for pushing Beijing University into the eye of the storm of public opinion, there were naturally also hardliners who stepped forward to support him at this time.

As a mentor, one naturally had to conscientiously guide their students. Every student possessed their own areas of strength and weakness, and a mentor's duty was to help them maximize their strengths while circumventing their weaknesses.

"This check is correct, but I wonder why it's a Liyi check. Could there still be some connection between Teacher Liu and Liyi?" the director of general affairs office couldn't help asking with curiosity. Unfortunately, no one was paying attention to that at the moment, as they were all entirely absorbed by the sum of eight million.