Chapter 51: The One Afraid of Being Seen Is You

The pitch-black muzzle bridged the standoff between the two.
Sumian stood tall overlooking him, while Shang Jiuxu held the power over life and death.
With just a gentle pull of the trigger, he could clear away the biggest obstacle on the mentor team's path to victory.
"Would I?" Shang Jiuxu chuckled softly, asking her.
"You would." Sumian gave her answer, and Shang Jiuxu tilted his head and smiled.
She nimbly jumped down from the tree and reached out to snatch the gun from Shang Jiuxu. He offered no real resistance, so Sumian easily grabbed the weapon.
Of course, he was well aware of Wei Ziyue and Gu Yue's intentions toward him, but he could not do such a thing.
It was easy to see that Hu Huiru had a very refined taste in life; the decoration of this room alone appeared uniquely distinctive.
A Mitsubishi capable of reaching this kind of speed could be none other than a modified Mitsubishi EVO, and the driver behind its wheel was naturally Liu Xinghao.
Julan let out a startled cry, falling right into Wang Youcai's arms by the momentum. To describe the two of them as a long-drought parched land meeting sweet rain, or dry firewood meeting a blazing fire, would not be an exaggeration at all.
Jingfeng cupped his hands and said, "This humble one is Jingfeng. May I ask which fellow Daoists..." Before Long Luo could answer him, he asked instead, "Do you know that person?" Jingfeng was taken aback; he had no idea what Long Luo meant. Could he possibly think that he and Lu Jichan were part of the same gang?
Of course, that was compared to the past; now, with the appearance of Liu Yunqing, any martial artist who reached the Saint Entry Realm could be considered to have a sliver of a chance.
As soon as his voice trailed off, the village began to buzz with commotion. Weren't they told it would still be a while? Why had it suddenly been brought forward? Some villagers began to curse and swear, especially Chen Erniu, who cursed with the greatest vigor.
Long Qingqing was cultivating the Illusory Ice Divine Art in the Cold Lotus Cave. Having received the empowerment of Yuantian within the Demon Subdual Rankings, she had already touched upon the realm of cultivating the Illusory Ice Divine Art using her soul.
"Not being able to fight a master like you is indeed my regret." The Black Duke's gaze was firm as he nodded gently.
"Also, upon the grand opening, I want every single man to prepare a shovel for me. Whoever comes, hack away at them—if you hack them to death, I'll take responsibility; if you don't hack them to death, I'll pay for their medical care. We aren't pampering anyone, do you understand?" Yang Feifan announced to a table full of employees.
Muyun Cheng kept his eyes fixed on the ground at all times, terrified that a giant rat or a massive python might dart out and bite him unawares.
She tilted her head back, forced to swallow the water expelled from his mouth, and amidst her struggle, water entered her windpipe. The moment he let go, she collapsed onto his lap, coughing incessantly.
"Since it was just idle talk, you must change your tune right now and declare the Taiyi Dragon Crest to be the number one in the world, otherwise I will never let this drop today!" The young woman was relentless, holding her long sword steady, her sense of measure and control nothing short of flawless.
For so many days, they had been filming one music video per day, and Jiang Xia wanted the final one to be more relaxed. The last music video only required Jiang Xia to play the piano from sunrise to sunset, embodying a sense of loneliness carved deep into one's bones. He didn't even need to show his face much; his profile would suffice.
Ye Che articulated clearly, realizing that he was already eighteen years old and getting closer and closer to twenty. He had no time to slowly test the waters step by step.
Gong Benbin was greatly startled, hurriedly flying back several steps, keeping a terrified distance from Ye Che. Huang Kou did the same, acting as if dodging a plague, desperate to stay as far away as possible.
Jian Mingchao also caught the subtext in Chu Qi's words, naturally beaming from ear to ear.
"Young Master," a man clad in coarse blue linen ran up to the rear of the procession, cautiously inquiring of the man draped in a heavy cloak, "There seems to be a situation behind us! Should we detour and avoid it first before proceeding?"
Back when Su Junxiao was still the manager of the recreation department, they did have some work-related contact, and she would occasionally use work as an excuse to visit Chu Qi's office.
The main cover story of the special edition introduced the scenery of Lingnan, followed by an introduction of more than twenty varieties of essential oils spanning over two pages. Next, it highlighted several heavenly priced spices transported to Chang'an by ancient Persian merchants. Finally, an advertisement was featured.