Chapter Fifty: Who Is Stealing From Whom?

Without Lin Weiwei saying a word, the medical staff immediately began using professional equipment to examine the patient’s condition.

Before the great broadsword’s words had even fallen, there came a loud crash. I turned around in surprise to see a huge hole suddenly burst open in the side wall, and from within, a massive round boulder rumbled out.

Naturally, the resistance was fierce, as the British here in Nova Scotia and another group of French inhabitants on the island were difficult to handle, and elsewhere, the French presence was equally troublesome.

Meanwhile, the magistrate, who had not slept all night, his eyes bloodshot, anxiously awaited something. Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside. He quickly rose and went to greet whoever was coming.

Not long after the two elders of the Gongyi family entered, the elder of the Peng clan arrived, promptly delivering a message before heading straight to Mount Luofu, knowing his disciple was there cultivating.

“Trying to leave?” Liu Peng snorted lightly. The man in the suit immediately understood and stepped in front of Chen Siying and Zhao Ziqing to block their way.

He had no idea what had transpired over the night, but the sea surface was now in utter chaos. Around the octopus-like limbs, blood stained the water a deep scarlet, mixing with the ink-like seawater, and the number of sea beasts was so great it was impossible to count.

Jiexiu’s lips twitched slightly. At first, he murmured softly, then suddenly roared loudly in anger.

“For example, a dislocated arm bone that hurts, versus a dislocated arm bone that doesn’t,” Xu explained.

Though silent, Ye Fan was inwardly satisfied with such an outcome; this was precisely the fate Qin Yang deserved.

When He Chang’an described the prime minister with that phrase, Ye Fan suspected He Chang’an had peculiar tastes. Now that it was his turn, he found the term quite fitting for Hua Jinghua.

Water Yi cursed, and a water bubble formed, enclosing the spreading blood aura. In an instant, the bubble turned red, then burst with a splash, blood droplets falling away, leaving only a pure aura dissipating into the air.

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Su Han sat cross-legged, entering a meditative state. He reviewed once again the information he had about the Five Dragons Quanspring Pill from memory.

As for Qiao Zhiyong’s willingness to deploy all his merchant ships, the reason was simple: he needed this opportunity to prove himself, to restore the honor of the Jin merchants and the Qiao family.

Grandma Shen’s words instantly sent a chill through everyone’s hearts. All eyes turned to her, as if verifying the truth of her statement.

Li Guiyi listened to Prime Minister Wang’s words. No matter how anxious she felt inside, there was nothing she could do now; the only option was to wait.

It could be said that everyone on the second level of the secret realm was waiting—waiting for the moment the demonic tribe would be wiped out.

“Because this pastry wasn’t made by a servant,” Huo Sihui said after much hesitation.

For Xu Lingyun, the governor’s wife, she rarely concerned herself with worldly affairs, but family matters she could not ignore. When she received a letter from her second uncle, she glanced at it briefly, her brow furrowed deeply. She checked the clock on the table—it was already 6:30 in the evening.

The cold wind howled, and aside from that, there was no sound in response. The shocking mark around Yi Zhen’s neck drew the attention of everyone who saw it.

“The name of the regiment?” The NPC paid no mind to the chaos unfolding. If anyone caused trouble, the four large bearded white elves stationed at the door were no mere decoration. Moreover, upstairs, the grand crusader swordsman Ponsi stood guard.

However, just then, a tremendous explosion erupted from the corpse. A flash of fire burst forth, and the body was torn apart, turning into a swirling cloud of blood mist.

Thus, when Chen Mofan arrived at the shooting range with An Siyuan for firearms testing after lunch, he was utterly stunned by the scene before him.

Lin Xue said nothing but tightly grasped Zeng Yi’s hands. Because she had not yet reached Xiao Mei’s age, her courage had come purely from deep love for Zeng Yi. Faced with death now, she forced a faint, sorrowful smile.

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Yilong caught sight of her charming smile, his expression briefly stunned. He was about to ask who else was a fox spirit when Qiyun lightly spun and gracefully left the room, leaving Yilong alone, gazing at her elegant figure.

“You know CUBE?” I had to admit Labesi’s gaze was piercing; my brief hesitation betrayed my thoughts.

First, Xue Kun was blasted backward, blood spraying everywhere. Qin Puming reacted like a god, hastily shielding his recovered right arm. Yet the invincible, unstoppable Sky Sword shattered like thin ice in an instant. Then Qin Puming felt as if his chest had been struck by a thousand-pound iron ball and was thrown back.

But she had caught many red scorpions, which only suppressed the poison rather than completely removing it. Over time, her body gradually developed immunity to the medicine, making attacks shorter and harder to control.

Tony and Coulson’s odd behavior naturally caught Wang Tian’s attention, and he turned his head to look as well.

The three silver-level elves coordinated perfectly, attacking Shen Yanxiao from different directions simultaneously, completely blocking her retreat forward and to both sides.

Previously, Water Gate had scattered many kunai on the ground, and this time chose to appear directly behind Fujiye.

Early in the morning, many soldiers’ corpses were carried back outside the garrison gate of Shicun Town—those who had been sent out to fetch water yesterday.

Shen Yanxiao finally exhaled in relief. The negotiation with the dwarves was progressing smoothly; as expected, once the cultivators were brought out, everything could be easily settled.

Shanshan hurried upstairs, found the charger, and plugged in her phone. When she turned it on, she was surprised to see a WeChat message from Lanting, along with a photo—a selfie taken in front of the terminal’s floor-to-ceiling window. The young man looked spirited and handsome, his face already bearing the contours of a mature man, irresistibly charming.