Chapter 48: The Encirclement Hunt

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Thinking she could take the initiative to report the news from Jinhuayuan and thereby win her favor—did she really think she was blind and incapable of judging character?

“Damn it!” Zhang Jixin’s expression changed sharply. His foot slipped, and his heel shifted from the wolf’s head to its neck. Then, with a strong press, he instantly crushed the wolf demon’s throat.

Could it be that Liu Chao had shed his gangsta identity, and this comic was about to end?

Behind the scenes, Saratoga never called Zuike by her name. Sometimes she called her a fox spirit or a seductive woman, but lately she always referred to Zuike as a snipe. She claimed it made no difference since they were all water birds anyway.

Then, a single remark from Wang Baoju, the portly Wang, suddenly turned the entire situation around.

In this meeting room, besides the revolutionary Dorag, sat many others, each with distinctive features representing various races. Among them was the hermaphrodite king, Ivakov, seated not far to Dorag’s left.

Auntie took advantage of this auspicious day, when everyone was competing in beauty, to gift them several garments. Since they weren’t new clothes, it wasn’t done with much ceremony, and the country folk didn’t mind wearing secondhand attire.

After the farce ended, Wichita had no great interest left. Anyway, after what had just happened, she thought she understood the admiral well enough.

Laffey grumbled, yet the admiral was still open to negotiation. Lexington, deeply worried for Su Gu’s safety, spoke with a blank expression, causing her to immediately stop and read the atmosphere with perfect sensitivity.

However, he was a soldier of the People’s Liberation Army. Defending the motherland and its people was his duty and mission.

Rong Ze’s face darkened as he completely released Qian Qingxi from his grasp. His delicate features were so gloomy they seemed to drip with melancholy.

She needed to buy some groceries. The house was down to rice, flour, oil, and condiments. Actually, even if she didn’t buy vegetables, Min Jie could manage somehow. The system already had many ingredients, but some daily necessities at home were gone, so she had no choice but to go shopping.

Lo Qingli could only take out her phone and browse Weibo, checking her circle of friends—liking what needed liking, commenting where appropriate.

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What we didn’t expect was that Dong Shaoyuan was using the phone card provided by the club, rather than his own usual one.

Because she had posted many old photos of Shen Qingyan on her own Weibo, it added even more credibility.

This person was also a familiar figure in their area, often coming and going with Zhong Ma, and a good card-playing companion.

When the Ryan army stationed at the border, nearly half the empire’s citizens had already packed their belongings and begun evacuating.

Along the way, Google was not idle, offering no apologies but instead explaining the situation in the imperial capital.

Similarly, Fang Yuan stayed for lunch. The old lady couldn’t buy vegetables, so they ate stewed rabbit meat at noon.

That feeling was so heartbreaking he would never forget it in his lifetime, and likewise, never wanted to encounter it again.

Qin Ye sneered, his gaze growing deeper and colder. At the same time, he released Qin Zhi’s restrained hands, stepped back deliberately, and elegantly rolled up his sleeves with grace.

Mu Qingfeng, reminded by Sima Yun, suddenly realized why Fu Tianfang seemed so familiar—it was for this reason.

“The question is, what kind of bones are those? He has quite a few inside, some with meat still attached, half-rotted even,” Wang Linchi complained.

Then, a brilliant blue flame burst from his body, instantly setting him ablaze as a fiery figure.

Before he could react, Jiang Buwan took the initiative, climbing onto his waist and standing on tiptoe to kiss his lips.

Feng Muchi had gone out since the afternoon and still hadn’t returned. Could that corpse actually be Feng Muchi?

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Xi Lingche’s lips curved upward, unable to suppress his smile. When he looked at Xia Tan’er, his gaze burned with pride.

The situation at the government office was equally grim. Originally, two elite Jin-class disciples guarded the town. One had been lured away and his fate was unknown, while the other was mysteriously killed, impersonated by a cult member of the Bailong Sect. Fortunately, the imposter was only a Mi-grade cultist and was beheaded on the spot after being exposed.

After speaking, she took out a butterfly hairpin from her pocket, the same style as Chen Xiuqing’s but in a different color, and placed it before Su Nan.

As for the three Hummers, because they were heading in opposite directions and had no time to turn around, by the time they realized and tried to reverse, the Grand Cherokee had already pulled ahead by over five hundred meters. It roared onto the country road, speeding toward the city.

Su Ruoyao did not resist or refuse. Her hand resting on Cheng Yanzhong’s was rough, powerful, and warm, easing the chill in her heart and dispelling the feeling that having been in a brothel made her impure.

Just as Li Mingxue was pushed aside by Su Mu Zhen, her face pale with terror as she stepped back, in the blink of an eye, the fear vanished, replaced by a fierce killing intent.

As for cultivators who had reached the stage of spiritual awareness transformation and become divine spirits, the Qianhun Pan held no value for them.

Huo Qingren grew even more puzzled. Last time, when she used soul power to scan the labyrinth, he blocked her. Now he said she had reached the stage of using the Flame Emperor’s sacred fruit? It seemed her master knew a lot about her affairs.

Even so, it was still just the deadly poison bird. The poison bird leapt up nimbly, weaving through Huo Qingren’s spirit beasts with ease, knocking them down one by one. Seeing her spirit beasts fall one after another, Huo Qingren’s heart pounded fiercely. Could it be that her life was to be claimed here?