63 The Safest Place 01

Seeing so many guards at the gate of the courtyard, he was consumed by curiosity, eager to find out what kind of person was locked up inside. Unable to contain his curiosity any longer today, he simply couldn't resist crawling through the dog hole.

Suddenly shedding his usual foolish and dazed demeanor, Yun Qi stared directly into Noble Consort Xian's eyes and uttered three words straight out.

Tang Ziyan walked over to the edge of the trap, peered inside, and was surprised to see an injured pheasant trapped within.

Observing Wu Xarong's movements with rapt and meticulous attention, Chen Zhe perfectly captured them on his sketching pad, rendering them with even more character and flair than Wu Xarong's actual posture, complete with slightly fluttering hair that looked as though it were being gently stirred by the breeze.

Retrieving a brand new pan, he left it dry without adding any oil. Once heated, he tossed in the sliced bacon, rendered out the fat, and fried it until crisp and aromatic before setting it aside for later use.

The reason he had remained silent just moments before was that he had used a [Moral Constraint Talisman] on the short, stout man.

Beiyuan's enhanced level was sixty, while A Lin's level had been boosted from sixty to sixty-nine, putting her on the exact same level as the enhanced uncle.

Making the most of the twilight glow before sunset, the helicopter reached the airspace above the Third Research Institute and began to slow its descent.

"Skynet? What kind of organization is this? I have never heard of such an organization!" A succession of doubtful and questioning thoughts swirled through the examiner's mind.

"Teacher, you simply must teach this student how to handle this properly this time. If this matter isn't resolved correctly, your student won't be able to go on living like this." Shen Chongming wore a look of utter misery and, making no attempt to conceal anything, laid out the entire situation.

"Damn it, their aggressive nature never changes. Once their own land is no longer enough, they start casting greedy eyes toward other countries," Jiang Wen remarked with indignation.

The sea of people drew closer and closer, heightening Xiaoyu and Xiaoyi's anxiety, yet deep down in their subconscious, they still trusted Lin Jie—otherwise, they would never have followed him here nor agreed to act as his attendants.

Jinniang wanted to help her up with a helpless expression, but Leng Huating shot her a single, fierce glare, causing her to freeze instantly in her tracks.

Chen Lianhua slapped his forehead with a look of utter shame, refusing to look at Chen Xihua any longer. He turned his head away to gaze into the distance, adopting the posture of a stranger who knew nothing of the man.

Wang Xifeng poured out his bitter grievances to the elders within the valley, while his seven sworn brothers stood before them as well, venting their frustration in the hope that the elders and brothers would help avenge their humiliation.

Upon disembarking from the airplane, Guo Yi stood stunned for a moment before hailing a cab into the downtown area. He first checked into a hotel to settle down. Since he was a stranger in this place with no acquaintances, it was best to observe the surroundings for a couple of days before taking any action. Coincidentally, the hotel was not far from the West Lake; taking a nocturnal stroll by the West Lake sounded delightful, and he might even cross paths with the White Snake along the way.

"Boss lady, a customer claims to be an acquaintance of yours. I wasn't sure if it was true, so I stopped him," the waiter said.

The designer shuddered and hastily shook her head. Seeing that there were no objections, Guo Yi gave her a tight deadline of three days for both design and construction. The intellectual woman shook her head, protesting that such a complicated project could not possibly be completed in three days. Guo Yi promptly doubled the compensation, and under this financial offensive, the designer finally compromised and headed back to work overtime.

Hiding behind a large boulder, Xiang Yiran voiced her loud complaints from the rear. If there was any single keyword to describe the situation, that was the only one.

"I just want to accompany you!" "Stop, stop acting spoiled, I can't take it." At one o'clock in the morning, the gathering finally dispersed, and everyone returned to their respective rooms.

"Is that so? You're quite confident, aren't you? It seems your fist techniques are decent. Fredo, Alvarez, Ayujin, the three of you go and test your skills against theirs."

Moments later, Shang Qinyan, Qianyu, along with Mo Fengyan and Xuanying, appeared on the scene, followed closely by the powerhouses of the Returning Spirit Realm.

No matter how precious dragon meat might be, she gritted her teeth, turned her head away, and refused to look at Qi Qi and the others any longer.

Ye Yu had someone dispose of Ruter's corpse and arranged for Sigsong to step into Ruter's former position.

The two men, still fiercely embroiled in combat, remained completely oblivious until the young girl who had accompanied them shouted at the top of her lungs, finally forcing them to halt their duel.

Qin Kexia had been feeling somewhat drowsy, but hearing He Zhiqian's words jolted her wide awake, and she turned her head to gaze quietly at him.

Chenyan possessed a breathtaking beauty that even a plain plain dress could not conceal, yet at this moment, no one had the leisure to dwell on such matters.

Right now, everyone was gazing intently at the Tyrant Sword Demon, watching as he hoisted his heavy sword high, his entire body enveloped in a crimson murderous aura, the terrifying oppressive force of his killing intent making the surrounding air violently turbulent.

When Leng Qiantie fell for Lu Yifeng, he knew he was consumed by jealousy, but his inherent disposition prevented him from pulling off stunts like snatching someone away by force.

Yet no one dared to alter their formation, for the moment you changed your formation, the opponent would seize that fleeting window to launch an all-out assault, and that was no laughing matter.

Qin Jian suspended his interrogation and placed a call to Fan Xipin. Shortly thereafter, Fan Xipin and Shi Xiangxia arrived in his room.

In an instant, an overwhelming and terrifying force descended. The Prison-Suppressing Seal proved utterly incapable of withstanding it, instantly dissolving into nothingness.

Ren Yingying was not as naive as the other two; she insisted that the two of them must strike first, joining Xiang Wentian to rescue Ren Woxing. As for how to ultimately deal with the Sun Moon Holy Cult, that discussion would wait until after Ren Woxing was freed.

When Shen Tong stepped into the Changle Palace, Shen Qingsong had already entered labor, and the muffled, exhausted cries of Shen Qingsong drifted out from within the hall from time to time.

Lulu bolted like a wild horse with its reins broken, dragging Qin Jian along as it sprinted away, vanishing beyond the outer gates in the blink of an eye.