Chapter 44

Qin Feng threw a punch straight into a researcher's face, sending him flying backward to crash heavily against the wall with a miserable scream.

"Even though we are cooperating, we are still not of the same path. Please keep some distance, thank you." Although Luo Xin's tone was soft, her attitude was unusually resolute, even though her words still lacked much deterrence.

As soon as her voice fell, Wu Fan walked up, stopped right in front of me, and pulled out a shotgun from his waist to press directly against me.

When that frost-laden, icy feather drifted down, he caught a glimpse of a faint mockery in Chang Yuzhen's eyes.

Only then did I realize there was only a single bullet loaded in this shotgun, with no second one at all. No wonder Wu Fan wasn't panicked in the least.

The City of Magic, Sindar, cannot be reached directly via teleportation; one must take an airship to get there, taking at least three days and nights.

Peng Zhi let out a cold snort, raised his hand to unleash an attack, intending to suppress Ye Wudi right here and now.

The young man was standing right beside Huang Erya, and it was already too late to dodge. Because Huang Erya was using internal energy, by the time the young man noticed, his body was completely paralyzed and unable to move.

Jiang Nan felt a trace of awkwardness, as she hadn't expected Xu Congyi to suddenly change the way he addressed her.

Upon seeing such a scene, Qin Hui's vision went dark again, throwing the imperial physicians into another flurry of panicked confusion.

"There are only clothes and everyday items in here. The tactile feedback and sound of paper are very distinctive, and it's quite obvious that no traces are left here," Cui Mingren shook his head.

"This... this..." Jiang Qingyuan hesitated over whether he should speak out. After all, this was merely his conjecture, and furthermore, what man would willingly talk about being cuckolded?

"No, I—" Just as he was about to explain that he was not in cahoots with Mu Kun and the others, he saw that the lean figure had already vanished. He shook his head inwardly, instructed his men to go put out the fire, but felt his heart sink to rock bottom.

Yang Bo felt a surge of triumph. This idea bore a subtle similarity to the tactics used by peers on certain later-generation web portals to sabotage competitors—such as painstakingly spending two hundred points just to leave a bad review. The only difference was that Yang Bo was willing to bleed a little capital to take down Zhou Yanru in one fell swoop.

Yang Bo hesitated inwardly, torn between rate of fire and range. A flintlock could easily manage two rounds per minute, and a trained musketeer could even hit three rounds per minute, but a rifled flintlock was a different story. Should a lead ball happen to jam in the barrel, the time wasted wouldn't just be measured in minutes.

"Governor Jiang, if it's possible, we can bring the fire under control by tonight!" Xie Lei blurted out, instantly stunning the entire room. Nearly a hundred pairs of eyes snapped toward the young man.

Xue Yuqiong looked at Chu Haoran in incomprehension, truly unable to fathom what was going on in his mind. However, seeing that Chu Haoran had no intention of explaining, she dropped the subject and hurriedly started the car, speeding away toward his home.

The moment his voice trailed off, Feng Xuanyue vanished once more, reappearing two miles away from Chu Haoran, while Chu Haoran found himself back at the exact starting point where he had failed to catch her.

"Heh, so this is the so-called kindred..." Jing Mo, who had traveled through the night using martial arts lightness skills, finally arrived at the dense forest outside Brown Castle. However, she was still quite a distance away from the castle itself; as she flew above the forest canopy, she was ambushed by the kindred and forced to drop down into the woods to proceed on foot.

"I feel all right, a minor concussion, and the rest are just scrapes and bruises, nothing to worry about," Xie Lei said, deliberately keeping his tone light and breezy.

The incomparably rich primordial vitality of the Southern Dipper poured continuously into Zhao Ying's body, becoming the foundation of her existence and cleansing her original vengeful ghost physique.

Clearly, a lifestyle spent drinking alcohol day in and day out had caused him to fail this mandatory physical constitution saving throw.

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Lin Guo'er wore a look of deep emotion. In fact, both she and Jiang Qi shared this inexplicable feeling.

The group did not stand on ceremony with each other, familiarly heading to the inner rooms to change into bathrobes before emerging one after another to enter the hot springs.

"Officer!" Ming Quan caught up to the policeman in a few strides. "Thank you for just now!" he said, cupping one fist in the other. "This is the basic information about Nanyu County," Ming Quan added, handing a stack of Nanyu promotional pamphlets to the thin officer.

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Dabao remained silent. Recalling Jiang Qi's sudden shift in attitude toward him earlier, he felt this was highly likely to be the truth.

Just at that moment, the sealed entrance of the mystic realm slowly opened, revealing a pitch-black, fathomless abyss resembling a black hole.

And all of this had happened amidst their tentative probing and standoff; the true battle had not even begun yet.

Immediately afterward, channeling a trace of his internal energy, he gathered his spiritual power into his dantian. Not long after, he suddenly snapped his eyes open, his pupils twitching slightly.

Aside from celebrating the Red Rose Club's previous epoch-making victory, this celebration party was also held because today was Hui Nan's birthday.

Li Yingying and the others remained calm, even harboring a trace of quiet gloating, but the fallout from this incident went far beyond mere bickering on the internet.

This bizarre flying sting was as thin as a hair clasp. The head of the sting belonged to a ferocious reptilian beast with a ferocious and terrifying shape! At a glance, Ye Yun found it extremely familiar.