Volume 1, Chapter 54: Viewing Jadeite

"You!" Disrespectful to the Law wanted to retort, wanting to say he was not that kind of person, but he found that he could not utter a single word in reply.

Just as the host finished speaking, the venue of the King of Racers Tournament instantly erupted with thunderous applause.

Chen You's anger was completely vented. The grievances he suffered at school, the insults from others, and the betrayal by Niu Meng—at this moment, he only felt his whole body trembling, as if endless power was about to burst forth.

Xie Di knew that Xinying could not be repaired in a short time, and he was clearly feeling a bit down. Only with the blessing of the Xinying suit could he go toe-to-toe with practitioners in the Kaitian realm.

Shen Yuanzhong's expression changed drastically. Wei Junjie had previously suffered a gunshot wound and surely had not fully recovered in just these few days.

"I don't have much experience, but since you are looking for a rich man, would an American celebrity count?" Zoe asked.

After patiently searching for over two hours, Jiang Zhuofang finally felt disappointed. Aside from the Dragon Team and National Security, the military and police were also involved in the search, but none of the units had any results, not even the slightest clue.

Silas did not back down, nor did she choose to dodge. She simply stood there, and the moment the experimental subject was about to touch her, she raised her leg, delivered a knee strike, and followed with a spinning back kick.

If it were her modifying it, it would have been a very easy task, but Lord Immortal Monarch did not allow it, insisting that mortals improve it themselves.

At that moment, Song Qi moved. None of the True Essence realm practitioners could catch her movements. Even when Xie Di used the DL-1 series mechanic arts, he could not capture a single trace. This speed far exceeded the limits of his mechanic arts.

Previously, Zhu Xiangru had seen them making tea and cleaning in the cabin, all of them submissive and low-browed, not even daring to breathe loudly. Unexpectedly, once they made a move, every single one of them possessed extraordinary skills and superior martial arts, which startled him. Looking back at Chen Diqiu, he was still wearing a smile, gently waving his folding fan, and continually urging Zhu Xiangru to drink tea, maintaining a detached attitude of minding one's own business.

Chen Diqiu said, "A fated meeting brings people together from a thousand miles apart. In that case, Brother Qingxuan can also be considered a native of Yunnan. As the saying goes, it is hard to leave one's homeland. Now, I shall use tea in place of wine to welcome Brother Li's return!" With that, he raised his teacup toward Zhu Xiangru. Zhu Xiangru felt a warmth in his heart and raised the cup that the servant had just filled, and the two took another sip.

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Zhong Qing could not help asking a question, then looked strangely at Dahua. Dahua was actually pulling out her own long sword to dig the ground.

"But if Your Highness the Heir does not agree, the pressure from the Prince's side hereafter might be somewhat heavy. This matter presents a dilemma for the Heir."

Lin Baiyu also revealed a look of unbearable sympathy, and even some anger. Although she did not particularly like Lin Baishu, Lin Baishu was, after all, her sister. It would be a wonder if she could remain calm seeing her so brutally abused.

Sometimes she even envied Shen Anya; coming from the future, she always had a degree of certainty about the people and events she was about to face.

Zhu Xiangru was caught off guard and hurriedly reached out to push her away, but Qin Sangru held on tightly. The moment Zhu Xiangru touched her warm, smooth, and fragrant body, an indescribable ecstasy washed over him, and how could he bear to refuse? The two kissed, and after a passionate kiss for a while, they finally separated.

In addition, the scar on Bi Shangyun's hand dated back to when he was ten years old... Zhang Yingru was sixty-seven years old now, which meant Zhang Yingru and Bi Shangyun were of the same age.

Xiao Huai stepped in right at the end of her words to state his position, without the slightest intention of making concessions: "As high ministers of the current dynasty, both the Han and Xiao families should set an example for the people of the world."

Because of Wei Mo's appearance, Elder Qiuyi and Yun Yuemeng mistook the "mysterious senior" mentioned by Lin Baiyu for some powerful expert from the Qianyian Sect secretly protecting Wei Mo, and thus they dealt with the Soul Formation cultivator and stopped asking about the "mysterious senior." Lin Baiyu breathed a sigh of relief because of this. Making up tall tales was no easy task.

Molan's vigilance relaxed; she could clearly feel that the other party's aura was very familiar. Jiang Zhuofang walked through the hedge, took out a magnetic card, and swiped it against the wall. A doorway suddenly appeared in the enclosure. Outside the door was the beach, and following the wall, he leaped out and ran northwards.

Seeing the bustling crowds on the street, the masked man knew it was indeed not a place for conversation, thinking to himself that Zhao Luqing surely would not dare to do anything to him, so he followed leisurely at a distance.

Tiramisu froze for a long time, then suddenly pounced on Raphael and felt around everywhere, only to be slapped to the ground by Raphael with a few swats.

Although Yu Bin pitied Kaflin deeply in his heart, for the sake of his mission, he had no choice but to ruthlessly refuse.

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Upon hearing Feng Hu's words, Feng'er in the living room did not refute the boastful words Feng Hu uttered, but deep inside, Feng'er had long felt a sense of disgust. Floating slowly toward the sedan chair, she signaled her two impermanence guards with a glance, whereupon the two guards completely controlled the soul of the old man of the Wang family.

Therefore, at this moment, the provincial leading cadres had issued a severe order to thoroughly investigate the matter, dragging out all the people behind the scenes without leaving a single one.

As for the wild lion Gene, who had been hit and bound by the light earlier, he had already turned into a fractured piece of stone.

Had the beasts come? Lin Wu wondered inwardly, wanting to get up to defend himself, but even the slightest movement caused piercing, unbearable pain. He could only let the footsteps draw closer and closer. Lin Wu was certain the newcomer was not a beast, because he heard the newcomer talking, and beasts do not speak.

Knowing the opponent was formidable, the other party hurriedly kicked out in defense. With a rapid succession of muffled impacts, a black dress flashed through the air. The opponent was distracted to block a palm, but simultaneously felt a coolness on her face as her mask was ripped away by Molan.

Xiao Wanjun had not expected her son to say such heartwarming words, feeling both touched and gratified in her heart.

"If the Empress considers this abrupt, then you had better not ask, lest it harm the harmony between Great Chu and the Guzhuguo Kingdom." Jiang Ming interrupted the Empress, blocking her words right at the start.

Hearing the Ninth Prince's stern shout, the Thirteenth Prince paused, then placed his hand over Mu Ximei's wrist. A flash of hope crossed his brow as he scooped Mu Ximei up, leaped onto a horse, tightened the reins, muttered a word of thanks to the Ninth Prince, and immediately rode away.

"Let's go! I'll escort you back!" The Ninth Prince watched as Mu Ximei averted her gaze, and his heart was pierced by a needle once more.