113 Accident or Conspiracy

If not for her parents and third brother being here, she would likely have found nowhere else in Haicheng to hide.

Luo Huaizhou wanted to ask if she was all right, but before he could get the words out, she cut him off.

Ruan Xingmian had not seen her earlier and had assumed she had snuck away; she never expected the girl to have the audacity to still be associating with Qian Xiangmei.

Zhao Mu hurriedly supported the Divine Ancestor Emperor as they retreated into the Mahavira Hall. Upon hearing his order, the abbot quickly led the monks to stand guard on the stone steps.

It was the first time everyone had seen the Lord so grave. Although they did not know the reason behind his instructions, they nodded in succession.

Opening the box, they found 15 bottles inside, each labeled with a name and a date.

Of course, the primary reason Madam Wei was willing to grit her teeth and spend such a fortune on this wedding was the generous dowry Shen Ning brought with her. Besides, who didn’t know that this daughter-in-law was a golden treasure who knew how to make money?

Father Jiang summarized the recent family affairs and then instructed them that, regardless of any work or studies they might have tomorrow, they must arrive at the ancestral home before four in the afternoon to attend the monthly family banquet.

Following the hotel address provided by Shen Jingsheng, Zhao Ruihe hailed a taxi and set off.

Deng Zhiqi found a sheltered spot to smoke. Before he had even finished the cigarette, Song Yiran opened the door and walked out. Deng Zhiqi first caught sight of a pair of old-fashioned black cotton shoes; then, as he looked up, he was so shocked that he dropped his cigarette.

To this, the Goddess of Life showed no reaction, as she believed Qin Shou intended to stay behind to look after Bibi Dong.

"His mother and I are both worried about him! I don't know which girl would ever want to marry that stubborn mule." Gao Dashan glanced out the window as he spoke. Seeing no sign of his son, he breathed a secret sigh of relief.

Jianbao seemed to sense Song Dayong’s thoughts; it tilted its head to howl like a wolf and then shot Song Dayong a provocative look.

Wu Xiansheng was shackled with oversized handcuffs, while Lu Yan’s situation was more complex: a device had been installed around his neck, seemingly to suppress his ability to use his powers.

"I never imagined that just as he established the Republic of China government in Nanjing and was in a standoff with the Wuhan government, he would still have the leisure to send people to control our Shanghai!" Lu Tinghua said with a deep frown.

Chen Jianfeng arrived at an antique shop called Guanbao Studio. This shop was immense, one of the largest in Weier City. In such a large establishment, the appraisers must be of a very high caliber.

The intense sunlight poured into the room, yet it did not affect his display of strength; he lifted the men up with fluid, effortless movements.

Qin Shou suddenly felt as if his brain had stopped working, but he was certain of one thing: the object in his hand was no simple item.

The real Xue Qinghe was already dead, and the person currently disguised as him was naturally Qian Renxue.

The reason the Snow Lion tribe was located in the north of Valilotte was that it was the most fertile region, where all the powerful beast tribes resided.

The water continued to flow, cascading down from above their heads, hitting the floor and draining into the sewer.

Xuanxuan’s instinctive response sent a wave of warmth through Huang Tao’s heart, flowing with his boiling blood to every corner of his body.

This ape-like creature! When he was a toddler, she had fed him these bones, and he had been unable to resist. Now that he was an adult, could he still allow her to treat him this way?

After leveling it, Yu Tu fixed it into the pit, then placed another flat stone slab on top. By moving the slab back and forth, he used its weight to rotate the wooden stake in the pit.

The reporters on the scene began their work, setting up their equipment to broadcast the film festival in real-time.

Xinyi wanted to return a smile to show she was fine, but after pulling at the corners of her mouth, she found her expression painfully stiff.

One had to realize that they were Great Emperor-level beings in history, the pinnacle of humanity, yet now, merely sensing the aura was enough to make them feel as if they were on the verge of collapse.

She felt like a teacher who had just finished explaining a problem on the blackboard, only to be cornered by an intensely curious student asking all sorts of profound questions, leaving the teacher herself in a daze.

On the surface of the Heavenly Foundation Computing Cloud’s screen, a new algorithm for the Angelic technological cultivation system appeared before the three kings.

She was sprinting at full speed, but in the blink of an eye, a ghostly figure caught up and intercepted her.

Li Qingfeng recalled the betrayal and death of Wang Lingfei’s driver, thinking it might have been done merely to trade for a boat ticket for his wife or child. He suddenly felt a sense of cruelty and was reminded of the Prophet’s Sirius Contract.

While Yang Rui did indeed promote various faiths during the healing process, he did not target any single deity.

When Norman was in the Middle East, he knew that many local tycoons loved falconry, and a single falcon could be traded for a supercar. This was the very reason poaching had become so rampant.

At this moment, he felt completely unburdened. Even if the King of Hell couldn't strike, what if he himself encountered such a situation one day?

"...Is this because of some potion, or is the place haunted?" Long Yin’s face looked ghastly.

A few minutes later, Engineer Yang and Musk arrived at the central laboratory area. It happened to be lunchtime, so Yang ordered the busy staff to go eat, leaving only the two of them in the lab.

"These photos are all precious memories of the Master." Xue Yi seemed to still believe Gu Yuxi was scouting for enemy intelligence, and she didn't mind telling her all the scandalous secrets she knew about Yun Xingtian.

However, she could not spare the thought for such things now. Ignoring her own physical condition, she scooped Su Junli up and placed her onto the hospital bed.

"Get out, I don't want to see you again." Ye Qingcheng did not know what else to do, so she vented her frustration on him, throwing a pillow at him.

Usually, He Ming kept his worries from his parents, reporting only the good news. Thus, he knew less about Daoist arts than people like Di Jiang. Now, listening to Di Jiang and Zheng Lei analyzing the situation together, he felt that their reasoning made sense.

"Increase the efforts. We must find him in the shortest time possible. Professor Hu has already met with disaster; we cannot let him suffer the same fate." Department Head Duan felt a headache coming on, thinking about how several of their team had already been injured or killed since their arrival.

In the courtyard, burly men stood every thirty or fifty paces. Seeing Yu Zi emerge, they all turned their heads to look at her.

One of the two main rooms was used as a living area, and the other as the master bedroom. Now, the master bedroom had been taken by her son, and the only place left to put a bed was in the living room.