Chapter 49 An Accident (Part Nine)

"It seems that this Yang Zhiqiang is a senior of great virtue and high prestige." Thinking of this, I bowed deeply before the remains of Yang Zhiqiang to express my respect for the senior master.

As the battle progressed, under the joint pressure of Sten Rogili, Masin Cowan, and Rambo Crimson, not only was Li Jin not defeated, but he grew even more valiant with every clash.

To prevent any accidents, two shield-bearing soldiers were specifically assigned to hold large shields over their heads, guarding against falling rocks or other concealed mechanisms from above.

The morning sun was dazzling. Xu Youzhi could not sleep deeply, her eyelids stinging with pain. After enduring for a few minutes, she could not help reaching out through the gap in the chair back to tap He Zhili on the shoulder.

Looking closer and taking a sweeping glance at the grand mansion, it suddenly felt somewhat familiar, especially the tall tree in the middle of the courtyard, making her wonder where she had seen it before.

"Fine, fine, fine, I'll listen to you in everything." Zhan Zixi thought that the best course of action right now was to appease Chi Yuqing first, and as for subsequent matters, she would just adapt to the situation as it developed.

Therefore, Mo Fei wrote the name of this "older brother" before her own, serving as a form of commemoration.

Cao Fusheng suddenly recalled a matter: the bloodline testing of the Heavenly Pillar was not conducted from the very beginning, but only after the full move-in. Why was there no such thing as an S-class bloodline activating the Heavenly Pillar prior to that?

Just as he was walking toward his seat, something he had tucked between his arm and his body dropped to the floor.

Actually, although Li'er could not be described as a peerless beauty, her innocent yet unworldly face was quite delicate and pleasing to the eye. However, due to her straightforward and unfettered personality, coupled with Zhuan Zhu's indulgence, after a few well-to-do families had their marriage proposals rejected, no one ever came to visit again as time went on.

Just as I walked to the door, I saw the red sports car parked not far away. I recognized this car—it belonged to Chen Luoluo. But what was she doing coming over this early in the morning? Could it be because of the hospital incident?

Hearing this, the crowd fell into an uproar. Ghost marriages had a long history, meaning arranging a wedding for two deceased people, or a living person and a dead person. But this practice of live burial had never been heard of before, and it was utterly cruel.

Hearing the number three, the expressions of Zhu Cheng and the other two instantly shifted. However, by this time they had already reached the entrance of the reception hall, and right after speaking, the servant pushed the door open directly.

Just as the host and guests were conversing happily, they suddenly saw Duan Qianli stride in hurriedly, with an anxious expression, whispering something into Lu Dingyi's ear.

"Alice, are you staying in this place specifically to guard the seal?" Nie Wei and Li Chen were the only ones present who showed no fear.

Walking down the steps toward the yacht, with every single step, she could feel the deep-seated fear lurking in her heart. Mixed with a sliver of triumphant joy, she quickly raised her eyes and, the moment she stepped into the first-floor cabin, she was instantly struck with astonishment.

The Adventurers' Guild did not doubt Jia Zhengjin's words, because fundamentally, their thoughts aligned with those of other adventurers: with Cohen's strength, it was absolutely impossible for him to wipe out the Harvey D team.

"What!" Li Changfeng cried out in alarm, never expecting that this suddenly appearing person could instantly rearrange a new focal point of the formation. Just how profound must one's mastery of formations be to accomplish such a feat?

When time flowed to the fifth second, Shen Yang released his fingers. With a whizz, the arrow shot straight toward the target, and athletes and spectators immediately picked up their binoculars to check the score.

"Are you saying that the main god of the Land of Lanlou was still collecting the power of faith before being sealed?" Li Yunmu frowned and asked in confusion.

Capital University invited him to give a speech, which wasn't a big deal, but another lecture was far more important—the one held at Capital Medical University.

Even after he left, that stench of sweat lingered, serving as the unspoken proof of his tense life.

Unsure of what kind of state this was, she only felt that it seemed doable while taking advantage of this free moment.

An Ruo heard the sound coming from the front of the car loud and clear. At that moment, she did not find it frightening at all, but rather felt a faint urge to laugh.

It was precisely during a sleepless night, listening to the rain against the window, letting her thoughts drift away with the drifting threads of rain across the sky, using the wind and rain to fill the empty and helpless depths of her soul, and to while away the lonely and unbearable journey's melancholy.

"Brother He must be able to tell that neither of us brothers is from Shu. When facing such major events, everyone naturally ought to find someone easy to trust. Brother He is a young hero with a broad mind, making him all the more convincing and far more suitable for this task than myself." Guo Jia smiled and flattered He Ping.

Shui Yuren scattered the grouper roe into the food and rice, poured a ladle of vegetable oil in front of Shui Mushou's door, estimated the distance, and placed a stone to the side. With a leap, she returned to the roof, crouched down to find Shui Madame's room, and poured out the entire contents of the cloth bundle.

Wheat's name was given to him by his father, as he was born during the wheat harvest season. Looking at the golden wheat fields at the edge of the village, his father had held him up while he was still in swaddling clothes and smiled happily.

She had always been bold and unrestrained. During their previous parting, thinking that they would never meet again, she had been exceptionally daring.

Because of the Bull King taking the lead, the remaining eighty-odd white-footed cattle moved with extreme coordination: charging, retreating, charging, without the slightest disorder.

Truly cunning. So what if there were surveillance cameras? They simply didn't use the main entrance and played entirely outside the rules.

Of course, even if one asked, the logic of a mentally ill person would probably be very difficult to understand. This was not a problem Zhang Shaobai needed to solve at present.