Chapter 42

"Ridiculous, simply ridiculous! How can you speak like that? I have no idea what was mixed into the rouge. This is clearly someone framing me," Song Jingshu insisted.

At that time, Wang Chunni had rushed over to take a look, and she even saw Aunt Huaihua's corpse—it was in a truly miserable state.

"Okay." Qingning turned and headed toward the back kitchen. Qingsong extended her hand, revealing a rather short strand of hair in her palm. Judging by its color, it clearly did not belong to her.

Xiao Shan took a deep breath. Only now did he truly begin to understand the mysteries of this world.

Hearing these words, Yang Hu could not help but be stunned. Subconsciously turning his head to look at Cheng Zhi, he noticed a stiff expression on Cheng Zhi's face. Understanding dawned on him instantly, and he hastily cupped his hands in salute.

Sixth, the Serpent Disciple: Jiayi, a snake spirit from the netherworld with astonishing mental power and the innate supernatural ability of the Ghost Eye, capable of shattering illusions.

Because in the imperial palace, even if everyone else harbored rebellious intentions against him, his younger brother would never do so. If his brother had wanted to contend for the throne back then, he certainly would not have been able to win it.

Stunned for a moment, Morikawa Kazumi offered a bitter smile and said to the accompanying officers, "Order all personnel to evacuate. Let as many people escape as possible. Execute the previous evacuation plan, and notify the zombie army to retreat in full." Having reached this point, no one could turn the tide any longer.

Mysterious assassins roaming between darkness and light, possessing the mystical ability to traverse dimensions as well as assassination techniques refined to the level of art.

Under such intense oppressive momentum, Zhusha still felt a trace of extreme tension. Fortunately, the "Ice Heart Formula" within her body activated on its own, neutralizing this oppressive feeling into nothingness almost instantly.

Ji Siyu was much smarter. With a swift pull, she flung open the kitchen door and fled in a panic with Duan Ming. Thick smoke billowed behind them, and in an instant, the entire room was filled with the smell of cooking oil.

Once the roles of host and guest were reversed, after enduring the opponent's onslaught, he would undoubtedly strike back at Li Yuanzheng as the aggressor. By then, he would have fully grasped and seized the initiative.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhaogang had no choice but to gather Nandan back into his arms, adjusting the position of his hands so that she could sleep more comfortably.

A deep sound echoed across the area, and Dosen was sent flying backward directly by the character "Battle". A sweetness rose in his throat, and a trace of crimson blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Nandan posed a question to Zhao Zhaogang, who was driving, giving him quite a start. Zhao Zhaogang only then realized that they had actually left Nandan out of mind during their previous conversation, and she had overheard every word, prompting her to ask such a question.

After a brief moment of stupefaction, Zhang Liang reacted instantly, following closely behind Li Zhiwei's backside to hurl abuses as well. When he reached the doorway, he even pointed right at Li Zhiwei's nose and cursed bitterly.

Amidst the dark night, a streak of gloomy sword light rose gracefully, ethereal like thin clouds shrouding the bright moon in the sky, yet piercingly cold. With every flash of the sword light, a word was uttered.

Burying the deceased at the earliest opportunity is the greatest respect one can show them, allowing them to rest in peace in the netherworld. Failing to bury the deceased promptly is both cruel to the departed and a torment to the living.

Seeing Lin Qingxuan's expression turn ugly, he quickly laughed and added, "Counting our young master, we now have three Jindan-stage fellow practitioners on our side. Although our strength appears slightly inferior to our opponents..."

If coffee were truly introduced to the market, it would undoubtedly become wildly popular. You ask why he was so confident? Because centuries later, coffee was immensely popular across the land of China, so how could one doubt that these ancients wouldn't love drinking it?

Moreover, today's Isle of Man was uncharacteristically free of its usual lingering drizzle, replaced by a rare expanse of clear blue skies. It seemed as though even the heavens were building momentum for the race, allowing people to step out of their homes and come to the track to witness the final madness before the main event.

"This student wouldn't dare deceive your lordship. Being of dull intellect and unversed in scholarly pursuits, with the provincial examinations right around the corner, this student fears that this time... I'm afraid..." What a pedantic student, stammering so much just to get a sentence across.

Mortals, unaware of the reason, assumed he was truly an enlightened monk possessed of precognition and the ability to bring the dead back to life.

Thus, the two of them walked out of the inner courtyard hand in hand, chatting and laughing. Look at how harmonious this master-servant pair was, heading straight for the place of their shared aspirations for the sake of the grand knowledge they spoke of.

In truth, compared to mutated beasts and the Zerg, humanity has always been the weaker party. A defensive war is the only strategic approach humans should choose.

The moment Lin Qingxuan plunged into the Sea of Annihilation, he immediately felt a wave of biting cold rush toward him. His body felt as though it had sunk into a quagmire, the circulation of spiritual energy in his meridians grew sluggish, and his movements slowed considerably.

This wave of news, public opinion, and ideological clashes triggered by the students of the Tenth High School questioning Sun Xiao gradually calmed from its most violent storm and stabilized.

"Amitabha, are you satisfied with this place, benefactor Wang?" Master Xiong chanted a Buddhist invocation and looked at him with concern.

In this match, both teams displayed exceptionally fluent offensive play, performing particularly well in their tactical execution.

Under such circumstances, An Zhe had thoroughly integrated with these fellows, and even the players observing from a distance wore looks of astonishment.

Receiving no response, Jessica Jung reached out to poke him instead. Seeing no reaction, she muttered something under her breath and went back to what she was doing.