Volume 1 Chapter 21 The Trio’s Shura Field

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Furthermore, for any endeavor to succeed, it requires the right timing, the right place, and the right people. Zhu Chongba understood the hierarchy of these three factors perfectly: timing is not as good as location, and location is not as good as the harmony of people.

At this moment, sensing a crisis due to the arrival of Duan Chou, the Yin Demon intensified its attacks, growing increasingly fierce and frenzied. Terrifying blood-red light erupted from the eight hideous eyes on its head, transforming into streams of sword energy that enveloped the five of them.

Despite the silence that had fallen over the scene, Qian Baiwan did not forget his duties as an auctioneer. Ignoring Yun Miao’s words as if he hadn't heard them, and treating the supreme treasure before him as nothing, he struck the golden bell to rouse the crowd, continuing to speak as if to himself.

As he spoke, his spiritual energy surged and his robes billowed in the wind. In that instant, he was truly enraged. Had it not been for the fact that Xiao Yun’s generals were locking onto his presence and Ximen Chuixue was staring at him with cold eyes, he would have struggled to restrain himself from attacking.

"Actually, I have already given you an opportunity; it just depends on whether you can seize it," Lin Hao said suddenly.

If that lazy infirmary doctor who had snuck out were to suddenly return, it would cause a mountain of trouble. Ye Xingchen did not know that Zhezhi had buried that doctor in the sand; even if the doctor woke up, she would have no way to escape.

This led many low-ranked players to blindly believe that the opposing fragile mage was their personal ATM—a walking three hundred gold pieces. Consequently, they played with arrogance, only to be solo-killed by the opponent.

Watching the car drive away and glancing at the lights in Nie Ting’s villa, he shook his head and walked toward the grand mansion.

Before he could finish his sentence, a massive palm swung through the air and landed heavily on Zhong Cheng’s face. A crisp, resounding slap echoed throughout the private room.

"What is wrong with you? What happened? Did someone say something behind your back?" Hu Yaru did not continue to answer her question.

Hu Yaru had never expected that a man who dressed himself in such an old-fashioned, stuffy manner would have such a young and fashionable mother.

For so long, apart from coming here, this was the only decision he had made for himself. In all other matters, whether openly or covertly, his family had been pushing things along.

Sheng Luoshen led them through such days for two months. After two months, under his leadership, the Sheng Group regained its position as the leading enterprise in Nancheng.

Feeling awkward, Shang Chuan forced himself all day long not to look at his phone or open any games.

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"I want milk tea. I don't like all those messy things; I just like milk tea, half water, and I prefer a malt flavor," Shi Jing said to Su Wan.

Just then, a coughing sound came from upstairs. Jiang Beiqiao looked in that direction.

The living room lights were already on. Zhu Xiao was holding my phone, and it was clear that the call with Lu Huai’an had already ended.

Before I could say anything else, the person who looked like a coach climbed onto the boxing ring.

It was just a grade. She had the system; as long as she worked harder, she could score higher than Su Wan at any time.

"A-Er, send people to investigate who killed A-San. To dare to kill an elder of my Blood Brake Alliance—no matter who it is, this debt must be repaid!" Seeing that A-San’s soul jade tablet had been completely shattered, Sima Rui, the leader of the Blood Brake Alliance, was furious.

Yan Bin sighed and handed the letter in his hand to the grief-stricken Heaven-Swallowing Dragon Python. After reading it for a long while, the Dragon Python turned pale, disbelieving, and read it over again.

"Didn't you say you were going yourself and didn't need me..." Ridiculous. Taking him along meant returning to the mountain with him.

Suddenly, Shao Yu revealed a very strange smile. His facial muscles bunched into a lump, his forehead turned pitch black, and it seemed as if a beard had begun to sprout.

Yang Tianlong joined his fingers into a sword shape. This time, he used sword shadows. The shadows were much more solid than before, surpassing even the average supreme-grade immortal artifact. With a light swipe, the soil on the ground was instantly cleaved open.

"Young lady, there is something in your hair." A gust of wind rushed from behind. Lan Duoduo knew it was starting again, so she nervously closed her eyes.

She reached out, her hand trembling as she brushed away the hand that was patting her face. Shen Muyu still did not say a word, just kept gasping for air.

Lan Duoduo rarely refrained from hitting Ying'er. Even this heartless girl had ended up like this. She moved her hands in circles, rubbing her already noticeably protruding belly. Would Luo Yun be worried to death? At this moment, she truly wished she could be by his side, leave this cage-like place, and comfort him.

In daily life, it might sound a bit awkward, but with program editing and subtitles, it often produces quite good results.

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He could not care for her or protect her like a normal person. He could not even provide her with the most basic necessities of life.

However, before the Empress Dowager could even think about how those ribs had broken, or which ones were fractured, trouble erupted in Jingzhou.

In truth, she hadn't been thinking of anything else; she had merely recalled a sentence Xie Mujin once said: "To commit evil often happens in the blink of an eye."

The company was also helping to collect songs, and four had already been recorded. He had gone to listen to them, but the quality could only be described as average.

Whenever she occasionally went on QQ, she would clear the messages. Especially the large pile sent over the weekend—she deleted them all without even looking at them.

Niohuru felt a heaviness in her chest. She had wanted Kangxi’s calligraphy, but she had never expected it to be this. To offer thanks? To thank him for what? Hadn't their family suffered enough misfortune? Perhaps serving Yin Zhen during his illness would be the turning point of her life.

Empress Zhao’s words grated on Consort Li’s ears. She knew Empress Zhao had said them deliberately for her to hear.

In any case, it was just the two of them; no one would be gossiping or wagging their tongues. He was not afraid of any worse outcomes.

A strange man’s voice, which she had never heard before and which spoke with a stiff Mandarin accent, came through. Ye Jian paused, and the stranger’s voice came through the earpiece once more, introducing his identity.

"Are you very busy?" Her voice held a hint of displeasure. He had taken so long to answer that she was feeling unhappy.