119 Succubus (27)

At this point, no one was listening to Jiang Yao anymore; they simply left.

Soaring into the high heavens, letting the clouds brush past my ears to draw out wisps of ethereal mist, the sun lay ahead. Amidst the boundless sea of clouds, only a single black cloud raced forward.

Believe it or not, Qin Junxi had actually pulled it off; he had truly infused his internal energy into the fruit.

The reason for this appearance was that behind Liu Zhi, there was no sign of the monk, the Taoist, or Xun Fei and the others. Aside from Dong Meixiang and Tang Yimei waiting on horseback, there was only a uniform line of armored soldiers. In truth, the "Old Impudent" and the "Six Disrespectfuls" were being obscured by the soldiers in front; this linear formation was specifically intended to hide them.

Ding Jingxi could have done something, yet he did nothing at all. His ink-black eyes remained fixed solely on the puppet’s human-like hands, trying to examine them closely.

After someone placed a bid, Lian Nong remained silent. When no one offered a higher price by the end, Cao Mingrui had no choice but to announce the conclusion of the first auction item.

However, "oranges grown in the south are oranges, while those grown in the north become trifoliate oranges." The invasion of North America by Europeans from Earth led to the indigenous people contracting various infectious diseases. Both examples illustrate that the introduction of a specialty from one plane into another carries the hidden risk of "germs." Legal trade is manageable as it can be monitored, but smuggling is a different matter entirely.

Ao Xingchu watched them run far away and couldn't help but sigh, pressing a hand to his temple with a look of distress. The lead he had finally found had now gone cold again.

We chatted as we walked into the inner hall. In that short time, streams of light flashed constantly across the sky, and countless colorful banners fluttered in the wind; a grand welcoming ceremony was about to unfold before our eyes.

Thinking of this, Leng Jiang nodded. "Leng Jiang has been dull-witted and delayed the return journey; I await the King's punishment."

Ye Chen sat in his seat, while Tan Yudie merely circled behind him. Though she claimed to be hiding behind him, there was actually a considerable distance between them.

Zhao Hui woke up and checked her watch; it was only a little past five. She looked out the window at the grey sky and thought: Another overcast day. That’s fine; the weather will be cool, and it won't be hot if I go out to play.

"Hmph! Then tell me, what’s the explanation for those photos!" As Li Anyang said this, she pulled a thick stack of photos from her bag and slammed them violently into his face.

The men of the Shangguan household were all hopeless romantics; there were neither concubines nor step-wives in the manor, so this was truly the first time Shangguan Wan had witnessed such a dramatic scene.

"Namikaze Minato?" Kane’s face twitched. He shook his head, unwilling to say more, and unleashed a Cero at the thick metal wall blocking his path.

Lu Bu wore a resplendent brocade robe and a purple jade crown, already exuding an air of natural authority that commanded respect without anger. Though his words were not harsh, they carried an unquestionable majesty.

"Would the two masters prefer a Mocha, or perhaps a mellow and sweet Cappuccino?" Zhang Zechen struck a shy pose, fluttering his eyelashes at us in a manner that was nothing short of flirtatious.

Mark didn't continue. He decisively pressed the green call button, and after two rings, the call was answered.

I was puzzled, not understanding her meaning, so I asked, "By the way, about last time—what you said last time, what exactly is his identity? I still don't know."

"I have a general idea, but whether it’s really there or not, we’ll only know once we go over," King Taishan said, scratching the back of his head.

The enchantress looked at him with resentment. She let out a cold snort at this insensitive man, her face returning to its icy expression.

Lu Qiu Shuai’s protective barrier had been compressed to less than half a foot from his body. The raging inferno and the scorching heat were burning him from the inside out; the fierce fire poison invaded his internal organs, and the blood he spat out was baked into black powder before it even hit the ground.

"It’s best to just give up and become the poster child for a couch potato." — The inner monologue of Young Master Chi, who had abandoned his aspirations of being an elegant aristocrat.

Suddenly, several energy barriers appeared at the entrance of the cave, sealing it tightly and preventing anyone from entering or leaving.

"Old man, tell me, how did this family provoke that man surnamed Liu?" Zuo Jun pretended not to hear Old Man Li, swallowed the last bite of beef in his mouth, and helped himself to a bowl of steaming sweet fermented rice wine from a porcelain bowl.

Seeing the blood-soaked Lu Chen and a man of extraordinary bearing, Nan Yue was startled and quickly ushered them in.

The three immediately returned from the beach to the inn where the Qin siblings were staying. They found Qin Fei again, and by this time, Qin Li had also just woken up. Aside from appearing somewhat weary, she was unharmed. The five of them found a private room downstairs in the inn, ordered food and wine, and sat down to discuss the matter.

The ninth floor was the office area. Compared to the opulent decor below, it was clean, bright, and completely free of noise, no different from a standard office building.

The boy in straw sandals subconsciously shook his head, then hurriedly nodded, and for some reason, shook his head again.

His consciousness entered his sea of consciousness, where the four icons—Infant Plague, Death Crack, Ghost Fetus, and Repulsion—sat silently.

As for the more powerful non-nuclear electromagnetic pulse weapons, although there were research projects, they had not yet reached the experimental stage.

He did not know where things had gone wrong. Could it be because of that strange sword radiating such an odd aura?

Almost instantly, Tang Ming found himself transformed into a fighter jet research expert and a world-class ace pilot.

Mu Di was struggling to give directions from the back seat. After all, he hadn't been in Jiang City long and wasn't very familiar with the area, but Deng Jia'an was so immersed in the grief of Xu Xinyuan turning into a zombie that the task fell to him.

However, just as he was about to get close, Qin Luo, who had followed right behind, covered his mouth and carried him away to a distance.

Although Manlun’s primary goal was the acquisition of Ruixing International, they were unwilling to see such significant floating losses; after all, these funds had been brought into the country from overseas at a very high cost.

In reality, even in the air force, no pilot could master flying a fighter jet overnight; they had to go through primary trainers, advanced trainers, and various aircraft conversion processes.

The old nanny by Concubine Yu’s side walked in at that very moment. Seeing that Zhao Ni was already fully dressed, she couldn't help but sigh in relief, grateful she didn't have to chase her to avoid missing the auspicious hour.

"Yun, come here, I have something to tell you!" In the midst of the busy work, Feifei suddenly opened the window of the shipyard and beckoned to Gu Yun, who was working inside. A hint of embarrassment lingered on her jade-like, delicate face.

A quarter of an hour later, seeing that Jiang Zhanyu’s complexion was no longer so sallow and that his breathing had evened out, he gradually drifted into a slumber.