Whitewash

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After finishing the message, Xu Meilin lay on the sofa for a moment, then suddenly sat up, threw on a coat, and headed outside. The person who delivered the message said that Zhang Yang was still at the Donghua Grand Hotel, and for some reason, Xu Meilin felt the urge to go take a look.

If Su Jinxi remembered correctly, counting this one and the Purple Clivia Manor in Yaocheng, she already knew of four manors owned by Ye Youyao. Moreover, these four were just the ones he had graciously visited; who knew how many more manors across the entire Tianhe Continent had never felt his presence.

My heart couldn't help but tremble. Inside such a massive cave, whatever was living there certainly couldn't be anything kind or benevolent.

Winter passed and spring came, yet the biting cold wind still howled across Yanjing. In an office building in Haizhu District, workers busy with renovations were putting the finishing touches on their work.

Walking softly up to Ye Chen, Ji Ningshuang felt a trace of a sigh and pity in her heart, yet her beautiful eyes held nothing besides cold indifference, as if saying: We are no longer people on the same path.

Zhang Yang cursed inwardly, wondering how all these matters had managed to coincide so perfectly. How could Ye Feng be so utterly reckless as to administer that much medicine to Tu Jianfeng? He could only pray that Tu Jianfeng managed to hold on until he reached the hospital; otherwise, even celestial deities would likely fail to save him.

Director Liu's expression appeared no different than usual, yet Zhang Yang caught a hidden hint of anxiety and worry on his face, so much so that his voice trembled slightly when he spoke just then. He had masked it exceptionally well, and it would have been entirely imperceptible without listening closely.

Stirred by a gust of wind, it drifted up and fluttered into the air, finally landing upon the ground—which already resembled an Asura battlefield—like an extra layer of dust appearing out of thin air.

After exchanging a few casual remarks with Ye Feng about the young woman he had taken a fancy to, Zhang Yang hung up the phone. Just then, he spotted numerous figures gathering around the table where Wan Xin and the others were dining, so he walked over to join in the excitement.

"Imperial Mother, could this matter... possibly be a warning to us from the Emperor?" Feng Zhiche asked with concern. After all, the Prince Chu Manor had been drawing closer to him lately, and he could not help but suspect as much.

"Shuangshuang, Shuangshuang? What are you looking at with such intense focus? I've called you several times," Zhou Haihai looked at her with a puzzled expression.

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The one of medium height was Huzi, who looked somewhat simple-minded and naive, except for his poor hygiene. When greeting Liu Yun, Liu Yun distinctly heard the sound of him sniffing his running nose back up.

Recalling how Jiang Ling had almost died a few days ago, she wondered if a trip to the gates of Hell had changed her personality, causing her to return specifically to exact revenge.

Gao Daqiang possessed considerable combat experience. Seizing an opening at that moment, he leaped with a single stride onto the fishing boat, shifted his body sideways, and delivered a fierce side kick that sent the harpoon in Zhao Musheng's grip flying.

Unlike him, the Sumerians always enjoyed doing meaningless things and invariably possessed a baffling, unwarranted confidence. Therefore, it was indeed possible that Azar might act on a sudden whim and dispatch people all the way to Liyue to disrupt his plans.

The remaining four martial experts and the skilled fighter felt their hearts leap with panic. Their techniques were vicious and ruthless, every single strike aiming directly for the vital points of the man in black before them.

Lin Chushuang looked at Zhou Haihai as if he were a fool; she simply did not have the energy to prepare and deliver that many braised dishes.

As an imperial censor, Lord Chen bore the duty of monitoring all officials, and throughout his life, he loved nothing more than collecting gossip and prying into matters. With the neighboring Yun family making such a lively commotion, Lord Chen rushed over with boundless enthusiasm, plastered himself against the wall to eavesdrop, and pondered the situation as he listened.

This was Yu Wenxin's voice, sounding slightly urgent. Ming Liuzheng's expression instantly relaxed, as if she had found some form of support, and she quickly walked to the door and pulled it open.

Because of this, arriving a little earlier or later at the Narukami Shrine made no difference whatsoever to either her or Inazuma.

Yu Yao had assumed Fu Yu was upstairs and intended to give him a surprise. Ensuring the living room was empty, she walked in feeling reassured, a beaming smile on her face. The moment she turned her head, however, she spotted Fu Yu standing right beside the elevator.

Walking into the counter, Dong Shuquan discovered a ghost-coin box placed beneath it, filled entirely with ghost currency.

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However, unlike ordinary days, the tribulation clouds did not brew tribulation lightning within themselves; instead, they floated silently, remaining extremely inconspicuous amidst the dark night.

[He is right by the Marquis of Loyal Bravery! I knew it, who else would have the audacity to frame His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?]

Foreign viewers: Another non-replicable method. Among all players, there is only one genius, Qin Rui.

After the match, numerous online commentators remarked that if the series had been a Best-of-Five, it was far from certain who would have ultimately won.

The Demonic Eye slightly cracked open a seam, its crimson pupil shifting back and forth over Dongfang Yuan before closing once more.

Who knew what sort of method Feng Weiye had resorted to, but it was even more thorough than surveillance cameras with zero blind spots. After all, with regular cameras, you had to constantly watch them to know if anyone had broken in; his setup, however, was clearly linked directly to his mind. The moment there was the slightest movement on this end, he would come flying over.

"Senior Brother Duan, isn't that going too far? You are in such a rush to kill me—don't think I am unaware that you are hiding something from everyone." Lu Changfeng hurriedly hijacked the conversation. If he let that scoundrel Duan Zijue keep talking, he would lose his life immediately.

Even Qingyun City, located five thousand miles away, had learned of Jiang Beichen killing the King of Xichen due to deliberate and widespread propagation.

John remained just as he had always been—fond of using promises and actions to prove his loyalty and reliability, a sturdy fellow who could truly be trusted.

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