034. The Jet-Black Beast

Witnessing this, Zhang Yiman’s face flushed completely. She was at a loss for words; never had she been spoken to like this to her face. It was truly mortifying.

Although the young man holding the fishing rod sat perfectly still, an aura emanated from him—a refined, aristocratic air that an ordinary person could never imitate.

Despite his heart pounding with nervousness, Alan stood alongside Riel, shielding Freya.

Chen Huixian mingled with the salt merchants; ever since the Chen family had risen to the ranks of salt merchants, his presence had changed significantly. Displaying exceptional managerial talent, he seized the opportunity to integrate himself into their circle. Similarly, other merchants and officials took advantage of this occasion to expand their networks.

Everyone crowded around, jostling to see. Upon observing the veins and marks of the conch shell reflected on the A4 test paper, they suddenly realized—this was indeed a fossil.

The sound was sharp and grating to the ears. After landing, Fang Qiong stumbled back three steps before steadying herself, her face deathly pale.

The carving process alone took the Source Jewelry Tree an entire day; after all, the human body is a delicate and intricate masterpiece, and one could not afford the slightest carelessness.

Sun Jiaogan dared not criticize the heavens. Trapped within Fan Zhao’s logic, he found himself unable to escape, left completely tongue-tied.

"Long San, since everyone has seen it, why don't you come over and apologize to our three guests?" The man in black, contrary to his usual demeanor, issued a cold, abrupt command to Long San.

Zhang Ruming was furious, pacing back and forth at the camp entrance and cursing Lu Mu incessantly. This trap left him feeling deeply aggrieved; he would rather have killed Wu Batu himself than bear the blame for such a thing.

I smiled, nodded, and said, "Very well." It was true—although my heart felt a bit heavy knowing the Ninth Bureau had to return, dividing our forces was a necessary measure. Who knew? Perhaps one of the people I knew might be developing their career in Hong Kong, Macau, or Taiwan.

The sudden sound of a shattering glass in the otherwise silent and solemn atmosphere immediately drew the attention of everyone in the grand hall.

The two descended from the altar and stepped toward the open gate, only to be met with a shocking sight: a vast, blood-red sea stretched out before them.

Suddenly, Mo Jiangye stopped and released her hand. Before Ye Erruo could react, she was lifted into the air as he swept her into his arms.

"Han Shuang, are you awake? It’s time for dinner!" The child must have played too hard; she was still asleep even now.

A killer who had been close to the deceased Blind Killer stood with tear-filled eyes, carrying the body out. As he left, he glared at Yue Leng’s back, his expression filled with hatred.

Gao Yu did not want to shave his head, and neither did Wang Kai. The role of Fa Xiang was eventually given to a veteran actor in the industry. The character Gao Yu was set to portray was Xiao Yicai, the senior disciple of the Tongtian Peak sect leader.

In the editorial office of an entertainment magazine, there was never a shortage of prying eyes and gossiping ears.

Feeling the sudden chill down his spine upon being named, Lin Song mustered his courage to glance at Bo Yuhan, only to quickly lower his head again.

Witnessing this scene, everyone couldn't help but gasp. They marveled inwardly: truly, this was a mid-grade Earth-level martial technique. Under such a blow, few Venerables could survive a direct hit.

Yet, he hadn't told his mentor about these achievements before the man went missing. The sense of loss left him feeling dazed and adrift. "My dear mentor, are you the same? Do you still remember the days we faced adversity together?"

I suspect that if the eldest sister finds out about this, she will just look for Hu Ke and get some answers.

The household staff and frequent guests were all registered and issued access cards, strictly for personal use. Since no homeowner had come to the gate to greet guests, this "Auntie Wang" must be a permanent resident.

"Ah, Benchu, to tell you the truth, the messenger you've imprisoned is not Cao Cao's subordinate, but the magistrate of Ji County."

Wang Peilin wandered through many shops but didn't take a fancy to anything. When Zheng Feng asked her what she liked, she simply shook her head, saying nothing.

More pressingly, in the fall, the lighter I had been holding flew out of my hand. I had no idea if I would need a light later, so I had to grope around in the darkness on the ground to find it.

Under the guidance of Tong Yuan, Liu Ye and Tieniu arrived at the magistrate's office in Anguo County, only to run into Xu Shu, who had just finished settling the soldiers into their quarters.

Something must have happened. Otherwise, how could things have turned into such a state?

As if it were a live broadcast, people tens of thousands of kilometers away on the Dana River witnessed the entire scene at almost the exact same moment.

"Sigh, this fellow Han Guan is still stubbornly guarding the place. Let’s proceed with the original plan!" Liu Chuan sighed.

"Stop with the nonsense, I have my own way!" He gritted his teeth and began to examine the patient's condition.

He prepared to play a classic piano piece from his previous life—a melody that served as the introduction for many aspiring pianists.

He did not want to become the second Lu Jin. Besides, unlike the time back then, when both parties had agreed to a friendly spar, he was now forcing Zhang Lingyu to help him verify his own methods.

Moreover, following Ju Shou's suggestion, he had mobilized ten thousand laborers ahead of time to thicken the walls of Xuchang, specifically to defend against Hanwei’s artillery bombardment.

Beside him, Huang Chengyan’s hand trembled slightly, causing his tea to splash from his bowl as he looked at Xiao Fang in astonishment.

Liu Qingqing buried her face in Lu Xing’s shoulder, giggling; the vibrations of her laughter were felt directly by Lu Xing.

Considering that he wouldn't make baseless accusations, he guessed that Li Yinglong was indeed entangled with the Consort.

After shaking his head, he saw faces—unrecognizable and mangled—weeping before him, some even reaching out to claw at his features.

Even though the sky was dark, the setting sun still left a brilliant boundary line on the horizon, separating dusk from night.

She picked up a two-meter-long broadsword from a fallen soldier and hoisted it onto her shoulder. "I'll show him," she muttered, "I'll hack him to pieces."

Outside, it was impossible to tell how much time had passed; Mu Yunxian felt as though an eternity had gone by. Just then, Li Changfeng's voice echoed in her ears once more.

Fu Yuanxian swallowed hard. Of course not—presenting this set of jewelry to Magistrate Yang was like a slap to the face; it was far too ruthless.

Qin walked elegantly to the center of the stage, one hand placed over his chest, the other behind his back, and bowed. The entire hall erupted into thunderous applause.

If anything were to happen, it would have surely occurred during the hour that Li Changfeng and Mu Yunxian were away from the banquet.