Volume 1, Chapter 52: Acquittal

Lin Yun was panting heavily, his eyes seemingly frozen and unable to open, yet for some reason he could hear the sound of a woodpecker, and the words he uttered drove him forward inch by inch.

The next afternoon, when she went to deliver pastries to Yue Wuhen and saw his leisurely, wicked smile, she strongly suspected that her brain was suffering from oxygen deprivation and hallucinating, and that both the falling-in-the-water incident and the medicine-delivery incident were definitely illusions.

The various tools and instruments in the laboratory began to emit a buzzing resonance, as if they could shatter at any moment.

Abyss of Evil Spirits. Xie Wudao sat upon the leader's throne with his two severed arms hanging down. Looking at the elders below him, his expression was exceptionally calm.

Ling Junsheng sighed inwardly, reluctant to let the Ling family get entangled in the disputes, but now he was riding a tiger and difficult to dismount. Taking advantage of the fact that he was still of some use, he would make one final struggle, which could also be considered seeing Ling Yuxin off on the last stage of her journey.

For a lich to develop emotional responses over a human being eaten by orcs—he also found this quite miraculous.

After a brief reunion with Luo Xueyi and the others, Lin Yue headed towards the Beast Forest. Transmitting his voice, Master Xiaoyao instructed that the remaining half month should be spent cultivating within the Beast Forest.

Yuchi You swirled the teacup in his hand. "No rush yet, let's see what kind of game he wants to play." A faint smile suddenly tugged at the corner of his lips, so profound that it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Do not think that an army of fifty thousand is too small to protect the royal capital; in fact, this can already be considered a large number. It was almost on par with the peak military strength of the Imperial Capital Garrison of the Montis Empire.

Wen Yiming nodded; this analogy was very apt. Freezing represented the cerebral cortex—that is, the words and deeds controlled by consciousness. Although they could be regulated by the brain, they would inevitably exhibit the most primitive expressions, namely micro-expressions and micro-behaviors, which formed the foundation of this discipline.

Without these special requirements, even if others learned it, they would be unable to unleash its ultimate power.

At this point, Elder Mao glanced around again. Among the experts attending this inaugural World Art Exchange Conference, many possessed considerable prestige, and specialists from various countries were all eager to compete. The representative treasures they brought were bound to be numerous, and would definitely open many people's eyes.

Clearly, this drunkard was extremely dissatisfied with Lee Jun-hyuk's recent New York square incident, feeling that he had deceived everyone's affections. Indeed, that affair was too bizarre; even to Lee Jun-hyuk himself, it felt like something out of a fairy tale.

It was just that Duan Chen had not expected Shen Mengbai to have foreseen this tribulation long ago, actually secreting his Qi of Haoran into the History of the Tang Dynasty beforehand.

Reporters asked Tyson about this matter, and he burst into laughter, just as Li Donglai had predicted, looking quite pleased. He remarked that Li should venture into the entertainment industry, as he was a born entertainment navigator. On the spot, he even demonstrated the boxing dance he had invented.

Shen Xuan wore a stern expression, looking straight ahead as he earnestly observed this spirited and imposingly imposing batch of new disciples.

The entire celebration lasted for a full ten minutes, during which the camera never left Li Donglai, and the celebration scenes were fully displayed on the grand screen at the venue.

When the finger of Heaven pointed towards Dao Yi's glabella, that Eye of Heaven suddenly flew open, and from its cold gaze shot forth a terrifying beam of light carrying boundless might, intent on annihilating Heaven.

Not being the type to pore over balance sheets, he felt he had grasped the general picture after a moment, and then began to play the jungle casually and absentmindedly.

As the crew's filming in Los Angeles was drawing to a close, it meant that for a long time to come, Lee Jun-hyuk would once again be traveling all over the world. Therefore, taking advantage of the fact that Lee Jun-hyuk was still in Los Angeles, Taylor Lautner came specifically to visit the set.

Hulü Zhan spat on the ground, his smile widening and his eyes brightening abruptly, just like a beast locking onto its lingering, dying prey.

It was snatched away so unguardedly—without sweetness or lingering affection, but through a fierce, ruthless gnawing.

Seeing a cup of milk placed on her desk, Yang Xiaofu was somewhat surprised and muttered a "thank you" to Chen Sijin.

Just as Mayura wanted to say something more, the ground shook abnormally.

There was a ward at the opponent's blue buff, which happened to spot the enemy jungler preparing to take the blue buff, and Shadow's Lee Sin was already lying in wait there—how could he possibly miss such a great opportunity?

Moreover, the mountains were very dangerous at night, and it was entirely impossible to see the situation on the mountain clearly. Therefore, they probably wouldn't figure out for a while that he had run in the opposite direction, buying more time for Yuan Zhan.

Even without pondering deeply, Yuan Chengjing could perceive the clues at this moment from Feng Ju's words and Qi Ziye's expression.

Daniu tossed the cigarette butt onto the ground, ground it out hard with the toe of his shoe, and spoke irritably and casually.

"You don't know how many times you talk to yourself, do you?" Brown Hand asked.

Lu Jingnian simply could not stand up. He was currently at a certain distance from Song Zheng, wearing an expression of intense urgency.

After all, these things could bring him power, and in this world, power was undoubtedly the most important thing.

Could it be said... that the Nine Ding of the Great Xia State... can only be controlled by the lineage of the Marquis of the Nine Ding? Why... why is it like this?

Like a torch thrown into a pot of boiling oil, every soldier looked at Yue Chuan with burning eyes. In just a few seconds, this fervor transformed into fanaticism.

Upon hearing this, Lin Dong's first reaction was: Are you kidding me? What do you mean the sea is dangerous? You guys are water apes~~ Where else would you want to live if not in the water? Damn it! Are these guys trying to welsh on the deal?

At this point, the group had already released the black-robed elder, and Zhou Chen took him and left the auction.

However, this temporary safety did not last long before it was completely shattered by a somewhat harsh cracking sound.

The metallic clashing echoed through the air, the ax-light shattered, and Han Wupo's figure was also blasted back a great distance. A deep bloody gash was visible across his fist.

Immediately, discussions broke out in the Hall again with everyone talking at once. Although the demon race was still some distance away from the Yuxu Sect for now, given their current strength, they would eventually launch an attack.