Volume 1, Chapter 134: It Can Only Be Shen Zhaowu
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Shen Yanzhou rubbed his brow. Were kidnappers these days really so sharp-tongued? He sighed. Only now did he remember that Shen Xingchen was still in the clutches of that venomous-tongued kidnapper—there was no telling when the hostage might be killed. To be honest, Shen Yanzhou didn’t care much about this younger brother. Nor did he care about Shen Hanchuan. If not for the fact that they shared the same bloodline, Shen Yanzhou wouldn’t bother with them at all. He parted his lips, “The question you just asked me doesn’t seem to have any necessary connection to releasing the hostage.” “It does.” “Did the anesthetist offend you?” Cheng Lingzhi’s lips twitched; she sensed that Situ Haoyu’s grudge against Li Huanran ran deep. He had been bringing up Li Huanran all day, his voice laden with anger. “Because of love, this is the awakening that love brings?” The old man suddenly found himself unable to understand. He knew all too well the character of Cong Huifang—so proud, independent, strong-willed, and autocratic. Yet now, she was bearing a child for a man she could never have, all in the name of so-called true love? But in that moment of hesitation, Diao Chan’s already shattered heart collapsed once again. Her fragile soul could not bear even the slightest doubt from Yun Chang.
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“Ahem, boss, we’ve caught the man. What’s the next step?” Gao Yixuan wore a serious expression, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes. As the Fire Phoenix, Taiyi was unafraid of the chaotic true fire and thunderlight, but even it would end up scorched if hit. He deftly manipulated the Chaos Bell, continuously unleashing spatial suppressions to fend off the four attackers. For a time, the battle was fierce and evenly matched. Now, with all the enchantresses sworn to Jiang Xiao’s side, if he were intent on wrongdoing, just Jiaona and Mei alone could control countless powerful beings. Jiang Xiao felt a blend of sorrow and helplessness. Though he harbored hatred, it was directed at his own insufficient cultivation. Had he possessed innate sage-level power, even Hong Jun couldn’t have slain him, and then he could have protected his beloved sister Nezha. All signs pointed to the high likelihood of such possibilities—who would have thought such things were invented in the Ming dynasty? Some analysts speculated that the reason saints dared to confront the puppeteer was because the Faith Theory Department, known for its ruthless methods, chose to avoid direct confrontation; yet the puppeteer was no different. Moreover, He Gang was, after all, a government official and somewhat informed about County Magistrate Chen’s recent actions. Judging by its appearance, the creature must have been a fourth-tier demon beast in its juvenile stage; in adulthood, at least sixth-tier. Although Fang Xing had spent more than half a year without filming, accompanying Lu Xianger to competitions, he had not been idle all that time. Luo Nan planned to appropriately showcase his talent before naturally advancing to the main sect of the Black Sword School to study “Dragon Slaying” and “Robbery Contest.” Miao Huai, fearing exposure of his secrets, spent most of his time holed up in the mountains, avoiding unnecessary movement.
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When one can enter with ease, they should understand it is not their own prowess, but that others have already cleared the path for them. Were any ordinary person present to see Luo Nan’s face flushed as if bleeding, the steam rising like boiling water from his head, the dense flesh buds and scale-like skin covering him, they would surely flee in terror, crawling on hands and knees. This Lin Yuan, after patiently speaking with him for a long while, even a blockhead would understand now. Si Qingqing had just returned from dinner. She had originally intended to check if Mr. Shen had finished eating so she could clear the dishes. Hua Zheng, wide-eyed, stared at Zhebie, still clutching her specially made bow, which could not shoot beyond ten meters even when fully drawn. She knew it! That Yan Huo was obviously not a man of unshakable virtue. Though he hadn’t truly harmed her, he had arrogantly left his mark all over her. Thus, the two grown men began to complain about the price of baby supplies, the atmosphere so congenial it felt like a reunion long overdue. Chen Hao even prepared to leave the convenience store holding a can of formula, ready to have his brother pay the bill.