Chapter 36: Consolidating Information

"No! That's not true! As long as I find Senior Brother Songyang, I will persuade him to turn over a new leaf and have him return to seek forgiveness from the Sect Leader. Senior Brother Songyang was just momentarily confused; the Sect Leader—the Sect Leader will forgive him." Xie Tianxiang seemed to have made up her mind, speaking with an extremely firm tone.

As soon as Andy finished speaking, he attacked a player, but unfortunately, it was a single-target skill, allowing the player to dodge. A large number of other players immediately launched an assault on Andy, and the players from the Aries Alliance joined the fray as well.

In the luxurious living room of the presidential suite, Louis walked over elegantly, holding two glasses of Chateau Lafite with the utmost gentlemanly grace. However, his greedy gaze, shimmering with a blue light, seemed to possess the power of X-ray vision, ravaging Liang Jingrou's body in detail.

The white cat at her side, sensing its owner's sorrow, leaped onto her shoulder, licking her with its blood-red tongue and whimpering softly.

Breathing in his sister's fragrance, which reminded him of a deep red rose, and feeling the wonderful tactile sensation transmitted through his palms, he could accurately sense her body temperature through the silk fabric—warm, his sister's warmth.

This statement stunned everyone. What was the concept of a Special Forces soldier? They were the men who transcended limits in China; anyone who didn't value their life could try provoking one.

"Husband, to tell you the truth, I seem to have some sort of intuition here in this sea of fire, as if something is calling out to me," Die'er said to Tang Chuan, her eyes wide.

"Li Qing, why are you here?" Bai Yinyin walked over and looked at Li Qing, her expression extremely complex, impossible to tell if she felt happy or lost.

Boom! After a deafening clap of thunder, the two Taiji doors in the center of the Bagua light seal actually separated slowly to the sides! Then, a multicolored auspicious cloud drifted out from within.

Dazed for a long time, Mo Tianxing wiped away a cold sweat, his gaze gradually turning icy. When he looked at those dozen or so burly men, he didn't bother to hide the killing intent in his eyes at all.

That evening, after finishing their Christmas dinner, Chen Zhiming and Mary remained in high spirits. After informing Chen's mother, they drove toward the city center.

Lü Gui's face, scorched black by electricity, grew even uglier. His whole body trembled, and he remained silent for a long while. Tai Yi, Wu Yi, and a few other Great Shamans exchanged smiles and nodded lightly at Lü Gui; those smiles were pregnant with deep, very deep meaning.

When Chen Zhiming turned his head, he saw the same black FBI agent who had ignored him earlier. Finding it somewhat amusing, Chen Zhiming still lowered his head a few inches; after all, who likes to gamble with their life?

Clapping his hands, two guards carried a red-lacquered carrier, half a person's height, into the hall. Opening the lid of the box, a jade bowl was revealed, filled with more than half a bowl of crystal-clear, perfectly round pearls.

"Come on, the old man isn't dead yet," Murong Wuqing said slowly. He seemed to have forgotten the pain, standing tall in the void, as solemn as a sacred statue.

"I'm sorry! This really can't be taught! At least for now, given your current spiritual power, there's nothing I can do!" Jiang Qicai completely ignored Wang Shiyu's fluttering eyelashes and her pitiful appearance.

Jiang Qicai suppressed a laugh and looked at Kong He again, wondering what kind of background this person actually had.

"Could it be that he saw a pile of shit? Seeing that sort of thing in a restroom is quite normal!" As soon as the words fell, everyone's gaze turned to the speaker. Jiang Qicai was shocked to realize that the person who said this was none other than Kong He, the high-level Thai castrator.

"I'm serious, can you... please stop this! Heal your wounds first! Once you've healed, we can talk properly!" I shouted while blocking his hand.

However, although Zhang Miao avoided Zang Ba's attack, he failed to dodge the strike from Xiahou Yuan.

Tang Yuchuan did not miss the look of triumph in her eyes, and suddenly he felt that her actions were not excessive at all, but rather quite adorable.

Xu Le, however, did not care. He waited until the green light was fully illuminated before he began to run, unhurriedly.

"You should just call me Sister Feng from now on. You keep saying 'Princess Sister' left and right; it sounds awkward to me," Feng Yufei said.

Yue Beihuai looked at a man with sword-like brows and star-bright eyes wearing a goose-yellow pleated skirt, finding it somewhat strange, and then watched as Mu Nanjü reached behind his ear and peeled off a piece of human skin. Mu Nanjü tucked the skin mask into his sleeve and took a deep breath.

"What's wrong... brother!" Although she was somewhat reluctant, she still used the title. After all, Grandpa was nearby, and if she didn't show some initiative, he might complain later.

Several tender, emerald-green mint leaves surrounded eight delicately crafted mung bean cakes. Pu'er must have had a bumpy journey, but there were no crumbs, indicating the hardness of the cakes was just right.

Xiao Lang's gaze landed on her handbag. Li Mingxi understood and opened the bag, taking out the household register and marriage certificate inside.

"You are not a servant. Although you are no longer Lie'er's Princess, you are still the County Princess I personally bestowed, even if you don't remember anything," the Empress Dowager interrupted.

Cao Ang gently placed Sun Shangxiang on the ground and slowly drew his cold Yuchang sword. He touched the cold blade against her exposed chest; a chill surged forth, seemingly capable of freezing even his hot blood.

Therefore, the worry in Gu Mingxi's heart vanished instantly, and she watched with a relaxed expression as Luohou was repeatedly struck by the Chaos Divine Lightning.

Ma Xianhong murmured to himself, unaware that the "Gluttonous Pouch" he had forged, with its one-touch storage function, was also something Zhou Ming constantly longed for.

As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but wild grass, various white bones, and rotting corpses. The further west one went, the more bones there were on the path.

Zhong Zhiling looked at his senior brother in astonishment. Playing what? Was his resolve really that firm? Was he willing to sell his soul to pay off the debt?

He Yu was the only son of their immediate superior, He Qiong. They dared not refuse He Yu's orders.

Zhou Ming raised an eyebrow; this temptation was a bit strong. His hand silently rested on the Sword of Wisdom, severing the greed in his heart.

Practicing in the outer room, she would be able to notify Li Wan'er if anyone came looking for her.

He also sensed an uncomfortable aura permeating the thatched cottage, which was also present on Lü Su, though slightly weaker.