Chapter 112: Lord Qiu Yue
“What’s going on?”
“So many police cars?”
“Is it related to the ghostly fire from yesterday?”
“It must be connected!”
One after another, police cars surged into the basketball court of Aobei Mountain, completely blocking the small court.
A security team of over forty officers disembarked. Some ran toward Aobei Mountain, while others began canvassing the village house by house.
Fortunately, Chen Anquan had long anticipated this.
Master Liao’s face was full of terror. Embracing Dan—a feat few grand masters could achieve—he barely managed to step back half a pace before countless crane-like crackling sounds erupted simultaneously, as miniature fist shadows rained down like droplets.
“Recently, we invaded a planet called Tuchen. There, we encountered a young boy capable of wielding divine power who opposed us. I sensed he was exceptional, so I came to seek the guidance of our ancestors,” Pamo Yi said respectfully.
I wanted to withdraw my hand, but it was impossible. Although quite slender, the strength in my grip was immense.
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In anyone’s life, if they have a friend willing to embarrass themselves for them, even death would not be in vain.
Feeling embarrassed by the situation, Mrs. Tian smiled shyly at Wei Ximeng and quickly began coaxing her son.
She watched as he threw all his strength into a single punch, shattering the jar and spilling the white liquid inside.
The guard swallowed hard. The Martial Virtue Shrine?! He probably wouldn’t even get through the gate. Today’s Liang Jing was acting wildly—was this courting death? Gazing at the scorched object on the ground, he wondered how to proceed.
“Day off tomorrow?” The four men were slightly taken aback by Su Yu’s words. Even after just earning merit, was it necessary to take leave immediately?
After a quick wash, Lan Lan lay on another bed, gazing at the not-so-white ceiling. Lost in thought, she gradually drifted into sleep.
The moment he stepped inside, he keenly sensed something he had tripped over. Then, from the ceiling, a row of sharp iron spears shot directly at him with terrifying force. Even a level-six warrior would be instantly riddled like a hornet’s nest.
The elderly man pointed toward the distant, reddened eyes of Duanmu Qing, the furious Zhou Dali, and Qin Feng, who sighed intermittently, before glancing at Lei Chen.
As the three continued forward, hurried footsteps echoed sharply behind them in the dark corridor.
This conversation revolved around two main issues: Meng Qi’s joining the camp as one of Lei Bao’s men, and the unresolved cooperation agreement.
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Among the crowd were sweet couples holding hands, sharing the day’s experiences and planning where to dine next.
Hu Qian’s gaze turned cold as she prepared to strike the old wretch. Meng Qi, upon hearing the old man’s words, grimaced and covered his head, then glanced back at him, finally recalling who he was.
“Brother Zhang Shun is incredible! It’s been the length of an incense stick, and he still hasn’t gotten up?” Niu Gao, having traveled far and wide over the years, had seen much but never someone who could hold their breath like this.
“Our enemy does not lie here but in the court. If the government learns of our firearms’ power, how will Liangshan fare?” Jiang De retorted.
From the spaceship, the distant black planet came into view. Around it, swirling black currents continuously emitted a repellent aura.
“Moreover, the attackers today used moves similar to those who once hunted me. I suspect Li Yu entrusted these shadowy forces to him before dying,” Li Heng said gravely.
Seeing her reaction, Lin Kefeng felt disdainful: In the end, it’s all about money! If you have the ability, then take it—let’s see if you have the fate to spend it.
Still, he believed it necessary to consult the three ministers again. On one hand, he had to inform them; on the other, he wanted them to feel deeply valued and trusted.