22 He Ran Away? [First Update]

Li Qin wore a gentle smile, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at Zhao Tiezhu. He was merely a spoiled playboy; now that Ouyang Kui and Hu Bugui, those two old men, still needed his help, as long as he hadn’t massacred a whole street, they would undoubtedly stand on his side and speak well of him. Perhaps they were just too disappointed, so disappointed that they resorted to threats as their next best option.

When gunshots rang out at the mayor’s residence, Guan Jinlin, Wang Guolun, Dunzi, and Shitou were hurrying over from the public concession’s municipal bureau to join Kan Dali, Monkey, and Erda.

Calling it a police station was generous; it was really just two simple rooms inside the village committee office of Laowogou.

“Hubby, how about I reward you with a day off tomorrow?” Zhang Yang’s bold hand began to act mischievously again.

Gu Cheng ran out of the villa looking disheveled. Gazing at the clear blue sky, he instinctively clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, a faint metallic taste of blood seeping out.

But when I saw it seriously dragging itself through the mud toward me, I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

“The gaze carries such immense pressure—where on earth did those eyes come from?” Liang Xi met those sinister eyes without a hint of fear.

Su Jinxi lowered her head, glancing at the hands gripping hers. Slowly, those hands turned to sand and vanished, and the lark faded away into dust as well.

With a loud bang, much of the dirt around the cave entrance fell away, yet the door remained firmly shut. The villagers here had lived in these caves for generations; the entrance was carefully constructed and sturdy, made of wood and stone combined. A simple collision like this, naturally, couldn’t break it.

And so, the day passed uneventfully. The notorious Tiger Shark, like a fashion model, had performed futilely before the two armies all afternoon, failing to earn even a single applause or cheer.

Later, after much effort, Chunxiao finally found out where Uncle Ban’s family lived, only to learn they had moved to a poor rural village. Uncle Ban had been paralyzed by illness for a long time, and Aunt Ban was worn and exhausted. When she saw him arrive, she greeted him with a mix of shame and fear.

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Su Yun kept her head lowered and saw only a pair of apricot-yellow boots pause briefly before walking away. She exhaled deeply, letting Liu Green help her up. The person who had just passed by was probably the Longevity King.

“You’re quite interesting yourself. Think about me—I’m not a bad marriage prospect either.” Although clearly teasing, Fang Bin’s serious tone made it oddly amusing.

Though the Crane Tower was renowned, very few actually dined or stayed in the high-level rooms.

Ximen Honghuang laughed wildly at the sky, the ribbon binding his long hair slipping loose. His shoulder-length hair whipped about like one who once challenged the great dragon monk in a peak battle—wild and unrestrained.

The horse was indeed uncooperative. As soon as she mounted, it bucked and kicked—raising its front hooves, then thrashing with its hind legs. After a while, it realized the rider was glued to its back. Snorting angrily, it felt helpless.

Fuyunxi left the Virtuous Consort’s quarters and ran straight to the imperial kitchen, where the eunuchs were already dozing off. She picked some “meat,” marinated it with seasonings, and took a large basket of fruit before leaving.

The sea breeze was biting cold, but the warmth in Long Yihuan’s tightly clasped hand faintly radiated. Yan Aonan was almost certain something was wrong with his body; the dark night blurred his vision, and an inexplicable fear gnawed at his heart.

“Young Master Lu, please don’t be polite. We still have goods to sell, so you don’t need to entertain us,” came the courteous voice of Li Buyi from the doorway.

At this moment, even Mouse had to admit that their captain was telling the truth, so he asked, “Then what about the second brother?”

Those prison guards within the realm of the Law’s power were terrified. Losing sight, hearing, touch, and smell, their spiritual perception was also severely impaired.

Time flew by. A week later, in the desert lands, beneath the seventh level of the Wanjie Realm, the largest desert city, Mingguang City, lay beneath the southern sky.

From afar, Mount Shu loomed suspended in the heavens—a massive floating peak in the Cloud Realm. Most of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect’s buildings clung to the main peak, around the Pure Yang Hall.

Chen Hao smiled warmly at Jiang Li, kneading the soft flesh in his palm, thoroughly enjoying himself.

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A stick, indeed just a stick—compared to a knife or sword, its lethality was negligible. In the hands of an ordinary person, its damage could hardly be counted.

But in this critical moment, with a muffled sound, Fu’s attacking body suddenly froze.

“What difficulties have you encountered? Do you need our help?” Bie Lianke asked, evidently here for that very reason.

Reflecting carefully, the braised pork Li Chuntian made was indeed different—sweet, tender, fragrant, and somewhat sticky.

Even an ordinary Earth Serpent, once born, would live at least a thousand years unless disaster struck; they had no five-hundred-year heavenly tribulation.

Here stood a man seemingly in his thirties, yet with a fierce visage. Dressed in black training clothes, wearing black canvas shoes, his hair cropped short, with scars running along both sides of his forehead.

With the current momentum of the Tianxia Society and the number of experts at its command, their call was met without fail. The evil alliance secretly organized by Emperor Shitian was being thoroughly suppressed by the righteous martial world led by the Tianxia Society.

“This bastard is currently hiding in Aba’s villa and dares not come out. It’s a bit difficult for us to get in. Everyone, share your thoughts!” Zhang Tianshun said.

If sacrificing offense or support was necessary for defense, it depended on what the team needed most.

Cha Duoyu instinctively reached for the ship’s railing, but before she could grasp it, her waist was suddenly embraced by Ye Duanwu, and the previously seen silver scythe was drawn.

Yet, instead of immediately pursuing Han Chuan into his house to seek answers, he went to the forging room to examine the Ice Pure Pot. What secrets did this pot hold?