Approaching Conan's Science 19

The city had transformed into a sea of flames. The bustling armed forces of Rongcheng proved utterly vulnerable, and before long, armored city soldiers could be seen fleeing in all directions just like the ordinary citizens.

Zhang Yu had finally managed to gather with Shangguan Yan and Tang Rouyu. Modeling themselves after the scholars of antiquity who engaged in pure conversation amidst bamboo groves, they were now tasting and evaluating the reservoirs of talent within their hearts—this was truly the prime moment.

If the Night Emperor was indeed of this caliber, then even with the possession of the human race's supreme physique, defeat would still be inevitable.

When he believed that no one could ascend to the Golden Core stage, he considered the Golden Core stage to be the absolute limit of mankind.

Qianwu was baffled. Since this person was clearly quite powerful, why hadn't he taken the opportunity to kill her earlier instead of chasing her all the way into this forest before finally stopping?

Old Madam Yu thought about it and realized it was true. The Mohists had repeatedly suffered cold treatment in the past; whenever an opportunity arose, they were bound to try their luck.

Jian Jiu spoke to Ye Mingke. Tonight, he who was usually so cold and detached had already spoken many words, but toward Ye Mingke, his words were always relatively more abundant.

"Madam Shen..." Liu Yunhe's expression changed drastically. If Chen Xin was inside, the situation would become even more troublesome.

Behind her, dozens of snowflake-formed long arms surged toward her from all directions with a tremendous whistling sound, yet her figure drifted forward through the wind and snow like a butterfly weaving through flowers.

Setting the photo frame down, she unbuttoned her shirt with her other hand, walked over to the spacious bed, and slowly lay down.

The moment this Black List master touched the ring on his right hand, he suddenly sensed some unusual movement on his shoulder, and then he saw a black crow landing right there.

No, even an ordinary aristocrat would be silenced after hearing so many secrets they shouldn't have heard.

"Young Master Han, you shouldn't play pranks like this without telling me in advance," Uncle Fu said with a bitter and mournful expression. It would be a miracle if he wasn't resented for this.

Sun Jing spoke as she walked over with light footsteps, then reached out to touch my face. Her eyes revealed a heart-shuddering tenderness, yet looking at them, all I wanted to do was strike her face with the sole of my shoe.

Lin Sese watched her walk into the recuperation building, her heart skipping a beat with sudden thumps. Leng Xizhe had injured his leg last night; could he be staying right next to Li Weiting's room?

Now that he had money, he was quite literally the ultra-perfect husband bestowed upon her by the heavens in accordance with her innermost desires. Han Xi'ou truly had no way to maintain her reserve any longer.

By the time the submarine completely approached that city, it felt as though I were facing an island. Just how massive was this city? I could not even begin to imagine.

At that time, you should have just been abandoned, probably only a few days old, wrapped in a blanket and quietly lying on the steps at the hospital entrance. But what was very strange back then was that while you were crying endlessly over there, the moment your mother and I walked up to look at you, you suddenly stopped crying and just slightly opened your eyes to gaze at us.

It was not that Mandarin had become unwelcome in Hong Kong, but rather that with the rise of Cantonese pop songs and the demands of the market audience, Mandarin songs gradually vanished from the public eye.

Later on, we did not say much more, because by then day had long since broken, and the sound of my mother preparing breakfast drifted from the living room, prompting us to step out of the room.

Fortunately, the hospital gown was quite long, covering her underwear and bottom, leaving the eldest brother to only see her two legs—otherwise, she would have had no face left to return home.

"Yes," Zeng Fan nodded. Given Situ Lingfeng's cold and indifferent personality, it was indeed very suitable for this kind of work.

Hearing this, the crowd rolled their eyes one after another. To put it bluntly, Shuu Tsukiyama had been after Kaneki Ken's flesh all along; unfortunately, Kaneki had already been killed body and soul by Wuchen, leaving Tsukiyama filled with deep-seated hatred.

As soon as she stepped out of the Lu family estate's gates, she saw Chou Qianjian waiting for her. She dashed forward instantly, flinging herself fiercely into his embrace, and the two held each other tightly right there in the middle of the street.

The expressions of several Russian generals who had been laughing just moments before completely shifted, their eyes now suffused with an expression of utmost terror.

From now on, I will never go to Hong Kong again, never again. Everything will just be treated as if it's in the past, and this matter will never exist again.

Just as the suddenly appearing Rebik alien was gloatingly and triumphantly attempting to hoist up the young Earth man it had successfully seduced once more, a shuriken suddenly materialized behind it, striking its head heavily.

Yang Liu'er was carried away just like that by Qin Yongqi. Wanqing could not set her mind at ease and naturally followed closely behind. Poor Chou Qianjian lay soaked to the bone on the ground, with no one to release his acupoints, forcing him to spend time circulating his own inner energy to undo them.

He Dongyi rummaged through the armrest box for a cigarette case, pulled one out to light it for himself, and tossed the case casually to He Nanyang.

Long Sheng glanced at the man, his expression calm and detached, showing neither anger nor excitement.

The butler spoke with a sinister smile. He had cast all caution to the wind and no longer regarded Mr. Rosde as his master. At this very moment, in his heart, Mr. Rosde was his enemy.

The instant my expression froze, Jiang Yan smiled serenely and lay back down in her original position, closing her eyes with a lingering upward curve at the corners of her mouth.

Suddenly, a piercing shriek echoed from ahead. Both Xu Jiangrun and I stiffened, and a few seconds later, it sounded again. Aside from the two of us, only Zhang Ji and Gao Cheng remained here. Whose throat did this shriek come from? And what did it signify?

The concept of time vanished within the burial chamber. Knowing only that a long while had passed, my consciousness gradually grew hazy, and my gaze drifted repeatedly, consciously or unconsciously, toward the two corpses in the room.

On the other side of my peripheral vision, Luo Jinghan had already called Qu Xinhua over to conduct an autopsy on the corpse, which was still ongoing.

Not long after his marriage was arranged for him at home—before the bride had even crossed the threshold—he suddenly fell gravely ill.

It was somewhat similar to the Four Directions Ghost-Expelling Curse. While that spell targeted ghosts specifically, the Exorcism Arts could drive away any demons, ghosts, or monsters—making it practically the universal master key and herbal panacea of the magical world.

A friend defied simple definition. The moment before, one might still hold minor grievances against them; the next moment, when hearts touched, it was a transient feeling of spiritual collision.

Yet this was the Douwang—Ilya, who had been brought into a training camp by his own father at the age of four.

Early the next morning, Li Haoran and Lu Yun returned to Lantian County. Just as they arrived home and changed their clothes, Du Hong suddenly came to report that a visitor had arrived and handed over a calling card.