Chapter 38: Deed of Separation

I expressed my dissatisfaction with a grumble, but she just smiled, walked over, and pointed to the corpse sitting in the chair. "He is a very practical man. Whether he becomes an immortal or not is irrelevant; that’s too far off. What matters most to him is becoming a wealthy landlord."

Ever since He Shiqian became a disciple under Shao Yu, although he had rarely received direct instruction, he had been taught the Heaven-Shaking Secret Manual by Zhou Shihao and had now reached the Heavenly Realm.

"Qiancheng." Seeing Ma Qiancheng looking somewhat dazed, Qiu Fenglin waved a handkerchief in front of his eyes.

"Shoot her..." The Empress Dowager, standing on the city wall, waved her slender hand and said coldly. Such a perfect opportunity must not be missed.

"Liu Ru, Nian Luan, let's go. Liu Ru, you two stay safe. Cai Quaming, I hope you don't break your word." After giving these instructions, Su Lin took Lin Ranyue and Yu Xiang and fled through another fire escape. Along the way, they knocked out several scouting policemen. These officers were ordinary people, and Su Lin could not bring himself to kill them.

As for this punishment from Nurhaci, Dudu knew it was merely symbolic. In this era, the various Beile princes did not have generous salaries; those stipends were just a formality, and one had to rely on plundering the Han people to build wealth.

"Uh, to tell you the truth, I’ve been married several times. Not to mention a primary wife, I’ve even taken concubines," Shen Long said with an awkward laugh, not quite knowing how to respond.

Shen Long had not expected his and Guo Yan’s appearance to trigger such a situation. He couldn't help but want to tell these people that life in America was not easy at all—had they not seen masters like Da Li still working as dishwashers?

Meanwhile, before entering the array, Feng Jiutian had left orders for his clansmen to slaughter the remaining members of the Divine Phoenix Clan. However, as their strengths were evenly matched, although the Blood Phoenix Clan had occupied the Divine Phoenix territory, the task of exterminating them remained unfinished to this day.

They had also rushed over, hoping to surround and annihilate the Dark Sage who was tangled with the Sword Saint, only to unexpectedly run into each other.

"Guanyinbi, arranging for your brother to go to Youzhou at this time is undoubtedly like sending him to walk on the edge of a blade. The danger goes without saying, but among those around me capable of accomplishing this, he is the only choice. You... you won't blame me, will you?" Arriving in the inner palace, Li Shimin hesitated for a moment before telling her about Changsun Wuji.

Nalan Zhengwu was horrified. He finally recognized who the young man before him was, and while letting out a gasp of shock, he turned and ran, as if, in that moment, he could no longer even feel the pain of the arm that had just been severed.

In fact, the reason Wang Huai was willing to cooperate with Sansheng and give him a fifty-fifty split was not only because Sansheng possessed all the qualities of an excellent streamer, but more importantly, because Wang Huai discovered that Sansheng's blood was highly unusual.

Closing the envelope, Bai Qi felt quite pleased; he had gained another margin of victory. The decades had given their Northern Ji royal family time to bide their time and hide their strength. What he wanted was far more than just the Northern Po Kingdom.

He never carried cash in his wallet; apart from rows of gold and black cards, there wasn't a single cent inside.

Mao Jianqiu was no exception to this, but upon second thought, he felt this wasn't necessarily a bad thing. At the very least, it would increase the flexibility of their tactics and, consequently, the number of variables.

At the time, Lu Chengxuan had just entered the mansion with the Yu family, and everything about the Lu household was entirely foreign to her.

The Lakers won the game, which was worth celebrating, but the loss of LeBron left everyone in the Lakers organization gloomy.

She was wearing down Qiao Hui’s final suspicions, making her believe from the bottom of her heart that Yun Jin was truly ruined and that Lu Chengxuan was truly finished. They wouldn't need to do anything themselves; the Sheng family would naturally come to take care of her.

On one side, people were wasting their lives in a haze, sitting in a coffee shop staring at their phones; on the other, someone was exhausted from rushing over, only to be left staring blankly at a locked courtyard gate.

"Yes, there are the following locations." The manager took a map of the East District from his attendant, on which the locations that met the criteria specified by Qianwei had been marked.

Hong Tianyu breathed a sigh of relief, not expecting the agreement to be so smooth. This master seemed quite casual about such matters, having agreed to it almost in passing.

Focusing on cooking, chatting earnestly with Yun Xiu, and sincerely trying to become a part of this world.

"After all, your first meeting was comparable to the most cliché 'danmei' plot." This was the eye-rolling, envious, and jealous remark from Zhang Ruonan, who had skipped class one day in college to come and visit him.

"Ouch!" Taozi was dizzied by the collision with Guo'er, and losing her balance, she fell directly onto Shen Mochen.

This time, it was Song Shijiang’s turn to be frustrated. If he didn't fight, his subordinates had already lost two rounds, and failing to win one back would damage morale. If he did fight, his generals refused to step forward out of pride, and even more so, they were afraid of hurting this delicate little girl. Sigh, continuing to fight wasn't an option, and neither was stopping.

Those distinct black-and-white eyes and that stubborn gaze appeared in his mind again and again, making him—usually so composed—feel restless, and several times he could hardly stop himself from calling out "Stop."

Relying on his current growth in strength, it wouldn't be long before he could definitely defeat these Heaven-Rank Elders.

As far as he knew, although Jian Han’s parents had divorced when she was young, her father was a government official and her mother had married into a wealthy family. By any measure, she had nothing to do with being poor.

Jian Han thought carefully about what other resources she could utilize, occasionally adding or subtracting from the right side of the balance in her mind.

Looking down, the Kant star-mage, still unsatisfied, welcomed the fall of Luo Qianqiu's corpse, then stomped down hard with his heavy leather boot, leaving a complete tooth imprint on the surface of the shoe. As for the head behind it, it was smashed into something resembling a tomato.

"This is our Flying Tiger Battalion Commander, Ren Laifeng! We are a direct unit from headquarters!" Before Ren Laifeng could speak, Huang Guojin was already giving a thumbs-up and curling his lip to introduce him.