Volume 1, Chapter 43: Suspicion

The corpse of the Rammus transformed into earthy-yellow spots of light, drifting back into the resurrection crystal. The light spots absorbed the energy emanating from the crystal, revealing an alluring purple-red flash, and then slowly attached themselves to the virtual projection of Chen Yue, which was suspended half a foot above the ground.

At this moment, a difficult dilemma lay before Brother Hu: should he use his Flash to escape and save his life, or go all-in against Garen in a desperate attempt to secure the enemy's head?

Watching the Kaixa belt that was just within his grasp slip away, Li Qinghe felt a stampede of ten thousand alpacas running through his heart.

With low inner strength, a weapon that looked rather weak—a refined steel folding fan—and an ultra-high vitality pool, no matter how one looked at it, everything should have aligned perfectly with his previous assumptions.

"Damn it, this Su Jie is going too far!" Seeing Han Yi's expression, Han Xi was so exasperated she almost laughed.

Mo Liangqing instantly panicked. Just a moment ago, he had worn an expression of absolute indifference, but now he was completely at a loss.

He remembered when Han Xi had just returned from recovering in the countryside—back then, she used to chatter on about "this older brother" and "that older brother," yet she never mentioned him, treating him with utter disgust.

What Li Qinghe said made a lot of sense. Contracts, much like the law, could only ever bind those who refused to submit to the rules; for those who followed management, they weren't even as useful as toilet paper.

Indeed, it was originally agreed that both human and physical evidence were present and a trial could be held, but then came a dramatic turn, and all commotion abruptly ceased. It was truly bizarre.

The clash between the righteous path and the demonic path had reached its most intense moment, and Ren Du's demonic flames were arrogant to the extreme.

After walking for a short while, they discovered a dirt-paved imperial highway. The road was a ceaseless stream of pedestrians, occasionally accompanied by ox carts and mule carts carrying goods.

"I have one here, just use mine." After saying this, Zhou Cheng handed his phone to Grandpa Niu. Although it was a Chengdu SIM card, they were in Yibin now, so the cursed roaming charges still applied.

Hearing the knocks, Wang Baoyu was too lazy to move, thinking to himself, Who could possibly be looking for him at this hour? They must have the wrong door; ignore them! He flipped over and went back to sleep. However, after a short while, the knocking sounded again.

During the days when these rumors circulated, the attitude of Ye Xiangmu's colleagues underwent a drastic and obvious change. Without the slightest ambiguity, they instantly became extremely enthusiastic.

The 12th happened to be the day the National Board of Review awards—one of the "three major precursors to the Oscars"—were announced. By this time, it was the dead of night in the small hours of the morning; Grandpa, Grandma, and the others had long since returned to their respective quarters, Keke was sleeping in the pale blue crib in the baby room, while Wang Yang and Jessica slept in the master bedroom not far away.

Yunxiao was, after all, a rare sentimental figure among the Jie Cult. Seeing Qiongxiao now, suddenly, after nearly a million years of separation, her inner excitement was naturally beyond words.

Early the next morning, as soon as Zhou Cheng got out of bed, he saw Shi Zhong kneeling at the doorstep. He sighed softly in his heart, what a infatuated fool.

Although the attacks of the numerous powerhouses were not aimed at any single individual, functioning merely as localized area-of-effect assaults, under such circumstances, those tens of billions of warships that had rushed out of the stellar gate first were instantly turned to ashes.

In May of the fourth year of Zhongping, Lu Bu, a former general under Ding Yuan, led his troops to surrender to Dong Zhuo. Not long after, persuaded by Lu Bu, all the commanderies surrendered. The entire Bingzhou fell into Dong Zhuo's possession. From then on, Dong Zhuo held supreme sway over Liangzhou, Bingzhou, and Hedong Commandery, boasting an army of two hundred thousand elite troops and over a thousand fierce generals under his command. His power could be described as reaching its zenith.

Mu Siyan continuously exhaled, her hands hanging by her sides tightly clutching the hem of her clothes. It's okay, it's okay, there are so many people at the airport; Long Jingteng won't do anything to her.

"Just check me out first." Jerry pulled out his card, handed it to the waiter, and let out a gentle sigh from his sculpted lips. Jerry no longer had the strength to eat.

Having never had the chance to drive in his life, he had instead ridden in luxury cars several times. There were only so many top-tier luxury cars in City N, and Mu Siyan had pretty much ridden in every single one of them.

Father and son returned home cheerfully every day, discussing the projects they invested in and their future development directions. Trapped by one falsehood after another from his parents, Liu Xiao was successfully kept confined at home.

Perhaps the divine power of the God Realm in legends could compare... But the problem was that up to now, Liu Ning had not even heard any news about this legendary God Realm, the supreme among the six realms, and there were no specific records of it within the system.

"What does that have to do with me?" Meng Yunxiang retorted. He tried his best to appear calm, but the sweat continuously streaming down his forehead betrayed him.

While enjoying the soothing comfort of the massage bed, Zhou Yang picked up his phone and sent a text message to Murong Chuxue.

Sipping her fruit juice, Cheng Yaqiu suddenly recalled Lu Chen's words and couldn't help breaking into a smile. Lu Chen had indeed guessed it right—the purpose of a class reunion was truly to show off! Had she known it would be like this, she wouldn't have come.

Raising her eyes to look again, the two of them were still locked in a stalemate. The parts of their sleeves that touched emitted a faint white light, which was clearly visible even in broad daylight. Faintly, the sound of gold thread tearing in the fabric could be heard.

"They're coming!" Wu Zhao whispered. The two armed servants inside the room immediately raised their guns, nervously scanning their surroundings.

As for those victims, naturally, there was Guo Wei, a righteous police officer, to handle them. The mastermind had already vanished into ashes; all that remained was simply to recuperate and rebuild.

I had no time to think too much; time was running out, so I hurriedly grabbed the hands of Hu Xing'er and Wu Ziwei.

Everyone for themselves and the devil take the hindmost. At this juncture, the only thing on their minds was their own safety.