Chapter 126: The Outcome of the Interrogation

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Unexpectedly, Gu Hansheng’s grip was extraordinarily strong, holding her hand tightly, not allowing her the slightest chance to pull it back. Seeing Shi Yi’s expression, Gu Hansheng feigned anger and spoke, “What are you doing? Are you trying to shake me off?” Hearing his words, Shi Yi instinctively covered his mouth. “What are you saying?!” At that moment, life hung by a thread; all actions were purely instinctual, though now they were surfacing. Today was Wei Xia’s eighteenth birthday, but infuriatingly, his father Wei Dali had been missing all day. With a backflip, a kick landed squarely on the man’s chest, sending him tumbling into the fire, howling in pain. Initially able to stay underwater for an hour, after some training, he could now practice submerged for an entire day and night without surfacing. Director Zhang spoke indignantly, while inwardly worried about Li Panpan, who had been unreachable for so long—had she fallen into enemy hands? If so, the situation would become even more difficult. “You send your men to cause trouble, then hide here yourself? Aren’t you going to come down and talk?” Su Wentian said coldly. Thus, Su Zhao returned to the palace once again, entering the princess’s chamber. This time, when he tried to use his array to leave, he found his spiritual power sealed. Luan Yubing, unwilling to owe Su Zhao a favor, gave him all her spiritual stones. His steps faltered; Hua Xuanji had lost count of how many times she had fallen, collapsing repeatedly but struggling to rise. Suddenly, as she stood up, a sharp pain gripped her abdomen, making it hard to breathe. This was the first time he had brought Mu Sheng along; Su Zhao intended to face the nightmare together.

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At the Red Zero Tabletop Gaming Club, Li Bai, the jungler, roamed to the top lane, coordinating with his team’s duo to tower dive and secure a kill on Liu Yu’s Juyoujing. “Li Shaofan, do you really think your empty words here will help?” The Supreme Elder looked at Li Shaofan displeased. Early the next morning, Mu Qingqing’s call awakened Ye Tian from his deep sleep. They all believed Chen Bao himself was the third core—clearly, the core should consist of three parts. Roars mixed with thunder in the rainy night; icicles a meter long rained down like a storm, howling toward the war god Liu Qian had formed in the storm. Blake Jason no longer spent all day crouched in his Nautilus submarine; since returning from the Detroit factory, he realized the Black Angels had fallen far behind the Mind Association. Chen Bao was at a loss on how to reason further. Suddenly, someone placed a hand on him, startling him. Bloodline enhancers were powerful because they showed signs of atavism—the purer the bloodline, the stronger the power. Just under a minute after drinking that mysterious liquid, he broke through to the fifth tier, becoming a fifth-tier evolver. His six senses were calm and focused, oblivious to time’s passing. As the carving knife moved in his hand, a galloping steed seemed to come alive, imbued with life and soul. To get rich, there are three paths: gambling, prostitution, and drugs—the latter being the most profitable. With international tensions high, who wouldn’t want more drugs? The key is access; even money can’t buy it easily. Otherwise, Emeng wouldn’t be so eager to head to the Golden Triangle. A few steps ahead appeared a giant fallen tree, long dead, its thick trunk lying half-buried in mud. Facing the combined assault at the vertical flower gate, Xiao Yan’s eyes narrowed. His body instantly turned a translucent glaze, swelling as he activated the second layer of the Barbarian Body Technique—the Wasteland Form. Though not all the Church’s troops were at their headquarters, the army they did have was enough to make the empire uneasy. Karis imagined that if the Church truly intended to expel the beast clans, they absolutely could not withstand it. So long, and I never once considered Tang Long’s plight! Where is he now? Is he still trapped in the black stone’s thousand-mile cycle, suffering in torment?

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Referees, coaches from Hexi Police Academy, and linesmen all rushed forward. Together, they wrestled the number ten player down, escorting her off. She couldn’t remain on the basketball court; if she saw Zhu Zhu again, no one could guarantee what foolish act she might commit. Moreover, the valley’s spiritual energy was exceptionally dense; a deep breath felt as if a sip of liquid spirit was poured directly into the mouth. We hadn’t walked long along the cave tunnel before changing direction, entering a seemingly man-made passage that led to another vast cavern. Beside her, someone embraced her tightly from behind; their heartbeats synchronized, creating a perfect harmony. In the end, Er Niu turned and left, deciding not to call a doctor for Er Yue’s injury again. The fact that Er Yue’s injured foot slowed her escape was perhaps a blessing. Amid the three’s noisy laughter, Pi Zhaomin had to stand, raised his cup, and proclaimed, “Ten years of hard study, one successful day with a smiling face. Today, we all celebrate our achievements together; I’ll drink first in honor.” Then he tossed back the wine. Just as Zhang Cheng finished speaking, an older but resonant male voice came from inside the room. Long Hun came over to check, bringing back only a leaf from the medicinal garden, which he placed in the man’s mouth before leaving him be. He had lived half a year on the Endless Icefield, half as Sword Sect leader, half as Gate Sect master. His cold resistance was maxed out, but the current biting wind was far worse than icy snow—it penetrated to the bones and soul. Aside from some trolls who deliberately came to insult, Hao Huan still saw many supportive and encouraging comments. Luo Zhen’s words made Long Chen slightly startled; he hadn’t expected such magnanimity and had prepared for a sour parting before coming here.