Volume 1, Chapter 62: All right, it's time for bed.

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Several old shareholders knew Bai Luoyi, but it was just a nodding acquaintance. Anyway, no one was in the mood to care about such matters right now.
"Perhaps each frame represents a different space. Let us hope we do not enter any strange realms," Red Dust said with a worried expression.
Inwardly, he cursed his bad luck. This First Immortal Monarch was obviously extraordinary in strength, and Exalted Lord Yuze had an even more formidable background whom he could not afford to offend. Yet, he bore the heavy responsibility of making this Immortal Monarch Ranking Tournament a complete success; otherwise, he would not be able to answer to the Great Emperor.
Let alone the ordinary soldiers, even Li Meng himself, who always spoke in a booming, thunderous voice, found himself involuntarily softening his tone when addressing Yu Qing, terrified that a slightly louder sound might startle her.
The winter night was pitch black and bone-chillingly cold, causing the night market to close early. At this moment, there were virtually no pedestrians on the street, and the shop signs on both sides swayed back and forth in the howling northern wind.
Liao Shishan was a grand general in the territory of Liao; it was impossible for him not to report for duty, nor could Yu Qing demand such a thing of him. At the same time, she had no way to explain her time-travel origins to Liao Shishan, especially since she actually had no idea in which battle Liao Shishan had met his end.
He clutched the police officer's hand, his eyes red and swollen, highly emotional as he pleaded that they must, absolutely must notify him the moment the murderer was caught.
Yu Handan felt that she might not have much else, but calligraphy and paintings were definitely something she could produce. After all, Yu Kai had been an avid collector of these, and a large portion of the family's fortune had been spent on antique art. Any single piece pulled out at random would suffice.
Because if Tian Yang were allowed to emerge again, the one to suffer would not be him alone. Anyway, this world had long ago lost any attachment for him, so why bother struggling so bitterly?
Zhao Wu loved nothing more beauties of the world, and in an instant, his eyes locked straight, nearly drooling on the spot. He made no effort to conceal his delight, grinning from ear to ear.
What was even more fatal was that, trapped within the barrier and unable to move, I had no way to dodge their attacks. Perhaps I could have withstood Ming Yuan and the others if they attacked on their own, but defelling magic treasures would be extremely difficult, especially that flickering red lantern which contained the profound mysteries of the laws of death, making one's soul tremble just from a glance in the distance.
"Mn..." Wang Tang nodded, though he didn't voice the thought in his heart: *"Me too!"* Even so, he reached out and gently shook the Red Snake's hand.
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Clearly, the captain of the First Under Heaven team also felt his heart sink at the draw result. No matter what, it seemed difficult to win this battle. Putting aside the question of whose strength was truly superior, simply because the Third Prince was present, Team Jia Tian would be unable to unleash its maximum combat effectiveness.
It was not as though Jiang Qicai had never experienced darkness; in fact, throughout his bizarre ghost-catching career, he had encountered darkness countless times. Yet not a single instance had made him feel as utterly despairing as the scene before him at this very moment.
He continued to consolidate the mysteries of crashing mountains, retrieved food from his spatial bone ring, and after a hearty meal, resumed his meditative posture, immersing himself in the comprehension and understanding of this brand-new ultimate technique.
It was a dead ringer for Jiang Qicai—a flawless tone of voice, coupled with an expression capable of passing for the real thing! In a split second, Kong He drew his scalpel and aimed it straight at Jiang Qicai.
Sun Zemin shook his head and pointed a finger toward the second-floor bedroom, signaling the girls to hide inside first.
However, none of that mattered anymore. As long as the Five-Form Mandarin Duck Team and the Piercing Tomb Team harbored no hidden experts, the superficial strength they displayed was definitely something Fang Dong and the others could handle.
That young man, much like Yu Hongtian, carried an air of supreme arrogance, and his extremely luxurious attire proved that he, too, possessed an extraordinary background.
This sentence was like a bomb suddenly dropped into water, shattering the ripples of the dark, peaceful facade that had previously surrounded them.
There was not a sliver of light in the cell, but this posed no problem at all for Zhuo Nan. His super-brain had upgraded his visual nerves to optimal condition, meaning that darkness was now as bright as day to him.
The two of them expressed their gratitude repeatedly, after which Mother Yang found an excuse to step outside. She knew that with the few of us young people together, our restraint would be inevitable with her around.
"You said you would listen to me. Have you forgotten?" Lian Shuo asked softly, yet his tone carried a firm and unyielding resolve.
Luoxue's ice-and-snow spiritual energy swept outward, and the flames on the fire-engulfed coats of the Blazing Swift Wolves instantly diminished significantly. Clearly, Luoxue's ice-and-snow spiritual energy completely countered the flames of the Blazing Swift Wolves.
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Right now, her emotions were a tangled mess of mixed feelings. She was heartbroken over the trauma Kobi had suffered, yet she also felt a sense of joy for her because her father had not given up on her—he had come, and he had hired the best specialists for her.
"I suppose it was simply too bitter and heavily snowing, causing him to lose his bearings in the wind and snow; otherwise, how could he have wandered here? Yet he is no ordinary human. I understood this after conversing with him, and it seemed he wished to impart something to me."
"Those two men who checked in today are obviously not ordinary folks! Their breathing is steady and deep, and their builds are lithe and agile."
Fatty Ma was kicked squarely in the head by a shoe heel—an agonizing blow that sent him rolling on the ground clutching his head. Lu Nan's anger was still unappeased, and she raised her foot to continue landing blows on Fatty Ma. Zhuo Nan merely watched from the side without intervening; letting the girl vent her anger was an absolute necessity.
After finishing, Yang Yanhong hurriedly dragged Han Lianyi back to the classroom. Han Lianyi had to leave in such a rush that she never got to say what was on her mind.
Hearing the commotion, Wang Haihai and Tang Longzai also looked toward Tang Yu, while Li Changwu directly questioned Tang Yu about the situation. Tang Yu put down the telephone and gave Wang Haihai and the others a brief report of the situation. Without a second word, Wang Haihai immediately ordered the self-propelled artillery regiment to bombard the flanks of the Japanese positions.
Accompanied by a crisp cheer, the group of figures in black robes let out a long breath, only to suddenly realize: who had just shouted that sentence?
On July 18, the Xintai Police Station of the Ningnan District Bureau reported feedback that a missing man in Xintai matched the clothing and shoes of the deceased, as well as the slippers found on the rooftop.
Looking haggard, he stepped out of the car, stood beside the car window, and silently watched Haitai for some ten seconds.
He appeared here because a successive wave of epidemic plagues had swept across the Nanyang region last year, claiming the lives of countless people.
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