38 Abandonment (Second Update)

Upon hearing Chen Mengchun’s words, Mo Bai’s first instinct was to reach for the "antidote" in his trouser pocket, only to find, as expected, that it was gone.

These four years were the most carefree time of their lives. Taking advantage of every holiday, the two of them had traveled all over the world.

Zhao Kun had felt a tremor in his heart the moment Qin Wansha began to speak, but unfortunately, he had not been fast enough to stop her.

Over the years, the elder patriarch of the Su family had seen his official rank remain stagnant, yet he continued to speak his mind, offending countless people in the shadows without even realizing it.

Thea even maliciously mused that it might take this guy five hundred years just to figure out the patterns of the barrier, and another five hundred to accumulate enough power? By the time he broke out, the King of Tears would have long since turned to dust.

Only then did Thea begin to channel her magic into self-enhancement. After several transformations through divine power, her body had far exceeded the limits of her initial bloodline purification. All her internal organs turned a golden hue, and within her veins flowed a trickle invisible to the naked eye, as if a secondary, pale blue circulatory system existed alongside the normal flow of blood.

While Huang Ren was busy tracking down the murderer, the Third Mistress of the Huang family, Madame Chen, brought Huang Yanbai to visit. To outsiders, this seemed unremarkable; Huang Yanbai was a disciple of Wen Tingzhao, and as his mother, it was only natural for her to bring her son to pay respects to his master.

Leaving Grodd to wreak havoc among the aliens, Thea returned to Star City; she still had an exclusive interview with the Daily Planet to attend.

Before long, her voice could be heard, followed by the joyful laughter of children. She was wearing a white dress, sprinting through a field of flowers. The wind caught the hem of her skirt, making it flutter elegantly, and when she looked back, it was enough to make one’s heart race uncontrollably.

"My master has never encountered such a person before. She is a kind soul, so the aunties told us to advise her to seek shelter outside and only return once the people have left."

Inadvertently, through his silhouette, I saw the blood-red moon; the white light at its center was on the verge of being swallowed whole, and I wondered how much longer it could hold out.

At that moment, the sound of footsteps echoed from not far away. The smile on the old man’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a stern expression.

"If it were detonated within the Heavenly Kingdom, wouldn't that kill all the survivors?" Han Shuqing continued.

After Zhiyi vanished, the look in Ye Mingzhan’s eyes grew increasingly complex. His fingers subconsciously tightened, and his thoughts drifted back five hundred years.

Having known Ouyang Lai for so long and witnessed his share of fake smiles, the one he wore at this moment was, naturally, a rare sight.

However, just as Dao Wuya was about to depart, the bones and corpses that he had severed all began to converge toward a single point.

They believed this so-called bloodline was a fabrication, nothing more than a gimmick by the upper echelons of the Heavenly Pillar to strengthen their control.

He first became aware of his physical form when numerous sharp objects pierced through his body.

Many of the disciples who bowed to him and curried favor possessed the cultivation level of Celestial Immortals, and some were even True Disciples of the same standing as him.

Today, she wore a white, collared shirt paired with a light cyan, tight-fitting professional skirt. Her breasts were full and uplifted, and her slender waist was delicate enough to be encircled by one's hands.

The ruthless and bloodthirsty blade danced with such speed that the air it sliced through let out a trembling, miserable wail.

Beyond all that, on the final day, prompted by Loli, Chu Yiyun finally remembered that he needed to master a sword technique capable of utilizing the Rebellion. Otherwise, holding the Rebellion and hacking away blindly would be no better than using his fists.

His nose was bleeding profusely, his blood was boiling, his internal organs were groaning, his skin was splitting, his muscles were collapsing, his vision was blurring, his eyeballs were necrotic, his hearing was fading, and his ears were tearing.

The white clouds around drifted with the wind, leisurely and carefree, without a care for what tomorrow might bring, content to simply wander the vast earth following the shifting breezes, occasionally changing color in their fury to reveal their undeniable power.

Damn, this plot is so familiar. Right. Isn't this exactly the expression one should have while surveying the battlefield after Lord Guan flooded the seven armies?

However, the Wild Wolf Gang had recently offended someone, and overnight, all its leaders were found dead on the streets. If it hadn't been for the fact that he was busy and couldn't go that day, he would likely be dead as well. The gang had disbanded, and he had found a new job and started working.

With a "clang," the elevator doors opened. Four men in black suits stepped out. They glanced at Liu Dawei and Zhang Min standing to the side.

Li Haolong waved his hand and said, "Say no more. The Zhengqi Gang has been bullied right to our doorstep. Even if the Sanquan Society is a tiger, I will knock a few of its teeth out. Otherwise, they’ll just keep thinking the Zhengqi Gang is easy to push around."

But what was this feeling of blood connection? And how could he have the same three souls and seven spirits in his body as his own? Zhang Tao simply could not find an explanation for all of this.

The next day, just as dawn broke, Ye Yingqi took a car to the hospital, intending to get his check-up early in the morning when there were few people around, so as not to be embarrassed.

"Take it for testing. If I’m not mistaken, the poison in the cement is the same as that in the bodies, and then you’ll be able to discover the true cause of the building’s collapse," Zhou Lu said, his gaze sweeping over Professor Gong and Assistant Gu.

As for the Qin and Wang families, both had grudges against Ye Nanfeng, so Sun Yan was naturally pleased to see these two houses fall like trees and scatter like monkeys.