Chapter 29
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"Gao Liang, pull over quickly! I need to go pick up my sister. Please tell the Chief that I won't be returning to the station tonight," Murong Wanqing said anxiously.
At the end of the twentieth century, the discovery of genetic technology made humanity arrogant. They began to alter various species on Earth at will, acting like God, creating and shaping all things.
"Alright! Let's drink to it!" Ling Chen finished speaking and drained his glass along with the others.
In such a phase, when one's own capabilities and helplessness are truly laid bare before you, would you still possess the strength and ability to sacrifice everything for yourself and for your sect?
Because the Demon Spear had locked onto Qi Yu, it followed him like a heat-seeking missile even after he shifted his position.
In just three short years, it achieved leapfrog development, becoming a Fortune Global 500 company ranked in the top one hundred, with an influence so vast it was difficult to estimate.
After hearing Li Xue's words, Han Shengchi nodded. He had great confidence in what she said; he knew her strength and capabilities were not just empty talk.
"Is that all you've got? Just juggling the ball? You aren't going to show me anything else?" He Fei said with a smile as he watched Duan Yun's ball-handling.
Come to think of it, he did find this Chinese man familiar; the face was indeed recognizable.
Having cultivated to this realm, one becomes extremely sensitive to every part of the body, gaining deep insight and the ability to clearly perceive every subtle acupoint.
On the side, Momoshiro’s gaze drifted toward Tachibana An; for some reason, the tips of his ears turned slightly red.
Doran’s expression was pleasant, his eyebrows arching slightly, indicating this was his way of hosting guests.
"Devil... you are simply a devil..." An officer-like figure, who appeared to have sustained minor injuries, spoke in a heavy voice.
Having said this, she got off the bed, put on her shoes, grabbed Helian Ye’s sleeve, and dragged him all the way back to the edge of the cold pond, unceremoniously pushing him into the water.
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However, aside from those two, who would dare address Xia Chiwan without the respectful title of "Princess Changping"?
"Spiritual consciousness is also divided into grades. Golden spiritual consciousness is too heaven-defying; it only appears once every millions of years. Your current strength is insufficient, and revealing it easily will likely attract the covetous eyes of many," Nan Changqing explained patiently.
Eunuch Xu had served the Emperor for so many years and had rarely seen him lose his temper like this over any prince.
Li Zhichen gently stroked Xue Qingyun’s hair, facing her in quiet silence. As the cold wind blew, Xue Qingyun’s face turned slightly pale, so she held onto Li Zhichen tightly, burying her face in his chest.
Jiang Yiyi’s brow was tightly furrowed. She wasn't overly worried about Ling Hao, but she was prepared; if he showed any sign of defeat, she would exhaust all her power to unleash that super-spell she had never used before.
In the dark space, the light orb detecting the cold aura shifted from white to cyan, a cyan so deep it turned purple.
The composition of the Crusade Army was simple: one part consisted of robust men selected from the believers, further instilled with faith and trained as elite soldiers with heavy resources. The other part consisted of orphans adopted by the order, who were indoctrinated from a young age and trained as death-defying soldiers through extremely rigorous methods.
Hong Tianqing sneered twice, flicking his finger to unleash internal energy that pierced right through the wooden door of the private room.
Ye Lanyu was indeed suspicious of her. He had always been meticulous and observant, so it was no surprise he saw a sense of familiarity through certain details.
Hua Nu had stopped struggling, whether because she couldn't break free or because she was touched by Ye Zhong’s confession.
"Last night..." Wen Ruoliu contemplated for a moment, his fingers hidden under his sleeves suddenly tugged by someone in a hurry.
The system notification popped up, confirming this step was correct! If nothing went wrong, after finishing this job, the final 100 "Salted Fish Points" would be within reach.
Under that punch, the Great Ancestor of the Chen family was shattered into dust, leaving not even a trace behind.
Especially as the Golden Divine Dragon and the others had said, there was no point in knowing the situation until they reached the summit.
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Feng E did not want to continue the conversation. In his field of vision, Wang Ying appeared again, emerging from a thatched hut, holding a telegram in his hand.
"Sister!" She had just opened her mouth, but upon seeing everything before her, she instantly stopped in her tracks, stunned, and then took a few steps back.
The blade was still swaying as it stuck in the ground, and in everyone’s sight, Lu Pan grabbed his short jacket, and the seven men behind him followed suit, grabbing their lapels and pulling violently to the left and right.
In the twilight glow, the figure drifted out of the painting, descended, and used her scarlet fingernails to trim the wick, making the candlelight burn brighter. She looked at Lu Liangsheng, whose silver hair cascaded over his shoulders like a waterfall, and sat quietly to the side.
To be honest, the tension on the road these past few days had kept him from sleeping, but... why were they so weak?
As for the ships going to sea, apart from merchant ships and fishing boats which were not classified, there were strict grading standards for warships capable of combat.
The fierce wind of his fist was as sharp as a blade, possessing the momentum of a tiger descending a mountain, yet also agile as a spirit cat. Catching him off guard, the blow landed solidly on Lu Ting’s handsome face.
"Young Master Lu only sees the panic of the people in the capital, but do you not see that demons are causing havoc and taking lives? I, as a monk, have fulfilled my duty to protect the region, have I not?"
While speaking, he walked toward the hall ahead. It was brightly lit, revealing two figures drinking together, speaking intermittently.
"I really don't know what that three-eyed guy was thinking. Of all the places to build, why build it in such a gloomy, ghostly place?" Li Shuang muttered, rambling on.
The hall was a wreck, with cracks from the fighting all over the floor and the main doors wide open.
Hearing the announcer’s explanation, everyone had nothing more to say. After all, this was for the long-term development of the clone district, which was the top priority. They sipped their tea, ate their pastries, and chatted idly while waiting for the high-ranking officials and developers to arrive.