Volume 1, Chapter 33: Going to the Village Chief's House to Reason

"Brother, let's go talk to the village chief," Xiaohu said indignantly.

"It was the village chief who ordered it; what's the point of talking to him?" Ye Cheng replied, feeling dejected.

That damned Chen Jinhai was truly shameless. He had sent people out early this morning to dig up the entire area. What was left for him to dig?

Yes, he had a system, but even a clever housewife couldn't cook without rice. Ye Cheng was certain that even his system couldn't conjure up seafood out of thin air.

He jumped down to test the ground, but no matter how he dug, he found nothing but a few dead shells.

Xiaohu fared no better. After working for over ten minutes, he sat down hard on a rock, threw his shovel to the ground in anger, and cried, "Brother, it's too..."

Regardless of the opponent's wave after wave of attacks, the Tottenham players felt they had victory firmly in their grasp.

No matter how much the guests complained, the broadcast was still live, so everyone could only vent their frustrations briefly.

"Third Brother, you didn't actually intend to stop me, did you? Then why were you so adamant this morning that I shouldn't follow?" Yin Tianxun asked, puzzled.

Her power exceeded what she could control, like a child possessing immense energy, unable to subdue the immortal mountain for the time being.

In truth, they really knew nothing about Qi Yanjing's situation. That side kept things strictly confidential, and it was impossible for any news to leak out.

Fortunately, she wasn't coming to stay at the manor openly. By the time the news spread, the Empress Dowager should have already returned to the palace, so she wouldn't be conspicuous at this moment.

This remark was quite sharp. The Empress took it in stride, but the Emperor was angered and flew into a rage right there in the great hall, which was why there was deathly silence below.

This was still referring to a weakened version of the third-generation super-gene. In terms of true genetic strength, Guan Yu would need to find resources in his universe to upgrade to a first-tier third-generation god. How could that be possible?

Rounding the large rock at the mouth of the valley, Sun Qing, riding on horseback, temporarily set aside his anger. His slanted eyes scanned everything constantly, beginning to carry out the task assigned by his master.

It could only be Morgana. Besides her, who else would use such technology hidden within a spatial fold?

He spoke volubly, drawing everyone into his narrative. The listeners were left in a daze; although they didn't understand what he meant, it sounded sophisticated, grand, and high-class.

Thinking this way, Grand Princess Red Moon felt a slight sense of discomfort as she looked at Madam Lin.

"Not a suspect, but a witness that the police need to protect," Qu Qing replied nonchalantly.

Cao Cao, however, was extremely sensitive and immediately noticed the change in Hua Tuo's expression. He was shocked; Hua Tuo was lying. Why would he lie?

Jun Li became instantly vigilant but did not show it on her face. She curtsied to Jun Bogong as usual: "I wonder what instructions you have for me, calling me here at this hour?" Yet, she absolutely refused to call Jun Bogong "Father" again; even if it were just for show, she would no longer do it.

During the last Battle of the River Branch, more than a hundred personal guards clashed with three or four hundred salt smugglers, and many idlers from Fangjia Settlement followed along just to watch the excitement.

Lin Yijia felt a bit embarrassed, but she was reluctant to let go—Madam Lin had already bathed and carried a clean, warm scent that Lin Yijia found deeply nostalgic. How long had it been since she felt like this?

With the imposition of training levies, the government troops became less capable with each passing year. The standoff at Liaodong against the Eastern Barbarians had shifted, turning the Ming Dynasty into the Eastern Barbarians' backyard; they came and went as they pleased.

Everyone knew that the Big Dipper Seven-Star Demon-Slaying Array could not be formed if even one of the seven was missing, regardless of the cultivators' prowess. Yiqiu's implication was self-evident: he was warning the three thousand rogue demonic cultivators that since the three Earth Sovereigns were missing their four Heavenly Kings, they could not execute the Big Dipper Seven-Star Demon-Slaying Array.

The rose jam inside the space was far superior to anything outside, whether in color, taste, or fragrance.

Wiping his face with both hands, Lin Di regained his spirit. He shouldn't dwell on strange dreams; today was an important day.

Ruan Qingzhi did not answer him. She smiled distantly, turned back to say "farewell" to Manager Song, and walked away without haste.

Guan Xiaojun had wondered more than once: if everything could start over, what would he become?

That fellow Qian Lai might be flamboyant, but he was truly capable in his work. Last time he told Lin Di he had negotiated with seven mobile phone shopping malls to open Haiyan mobile specialty stores, and in such a short time, there were already over 500 Haiyan specialty outlets at home and abroad.

However, the Drak cannon beam only destroyed half of Barton's poison sac and decomposed all the toxins within. The remaining portion immediately evaporated under the high-temperature heating.

When I finished saying this, I despised myself ten thousand times over. I must have been blinded by greed.

When Dong Zhuo saw this mysterious man, Bai Zichuan, he recalled his subordinates mentioning a young man of exceptional martial arts who had killed Hua Xiong with a single sword stroke. He had ordered an artist to sketch Xiao Nuo's appearance, and the person before him looked identical. Terrified and thrown into a panic, he wondered how this person could be here—could it be that Lü Fengxian had been cut down by him?

In this courtyard of Guan Shanhu's, this was the first time Guan Xiaojun had treated them to meat, and it was just the beginning.

They were originally as gentle as doves, but now their strikes were more venomous than snakes and fiercer than jackals.

His clothes were spotless; there wasn't even much dust, let alone bloodstains. He didn't look like someone who had just been through a battle, yet he was carrying two severed heads in his hands.

Speaking of this, Su Lin paused deliberately before revealing the secret: "I have never heard of a Transformation-stage Heavenly Demon. Heavenly Demons usually begin killing indiscriminately once they cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage, but rarely does a Heavenly Demon reach the Transformation stage."

Last night, they hadn't been at it for long. Not long after Pei Zhi finished, he put on his tie and went back to work. Jiang Sui was exhausted and fast asleep, so they didn't exchange any words.

Drinking until they were seven or eight parts tipsy, everyone was presenting gifts. Jiang Sui had come empty-handed; she didn't do loss-making deals and simply hadn't prepared anything.

"We're doomed. But it's okay; even if we get caught, that metal hunk you sent out can keep us from dying, right?" Nam Ji-hyun desperately wanted to hear some reassurance.

Guan Ling said that Pei Zhi had broken up because Fang Yun had caused a huge scene in front of the research institute. It was an unsightly display, like she was forcing a marriage, but Pei Zhi hadn't even shown his face.

In a flash of thought, he realized that Bai Ningbing had also been in the great hall during the Long River Poetry Gathering that day.