Chapter Twenty-Eight: Yang Yuanchao’s Scheme

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The Five Poisons sect deals high damage but is fragile. Even if they could assassinate a "Commander," it would cost an entire assassin squad to trade for one life, and the consequences of failure would be dire.
The flatbed cart’s tires could no longer hold air. The outer tread was useless, but the inner tube could be cut into rubber bands for the children or saved to patch boots. The wooden frame could be split for firewood; only the scrap metal was worth selling.
Su Ruxi froze. What did Mu Wanqing mean? Was she implying that she was an outsider?
Nangong Fei nodded faintly. How could one hold a position without performing its duties? Some things were understandable, but one must not be impulsive.
Yan Jingzhou curled up into a ball on the bed. She was crying; she didn’t want to, but her tears refused to stop.
Finding Qin Xiao in her contact list, she sent her the list of players who had sold her their skill experience.
A supercar and a minivan were drag racing, and both were moving at speeds clearly exceeding the limit.
The people of Galai City silently piled their heartfelt offerings at the gate of the City Lord’s Mansion. Some left once they had paid their respects, while others lingered, hoping to catch a glimpse of the City Lord.
What does it matter? The rest of the world never really concerned us anyway. As long as I have you and you have me, that is enough.
Mutant beasts need time to devour flesh and blood. One hundred thousand evolution energy would require thousands of beasts to accumulate, and even if some were Tier 4, it would still take around two thousand.
Hearing Ni Lingge’s words, Zixin was still a bit unhappy, but at least the look of grievance on her face faded.
She looked at Murong Di’er with sympathy, then noticed that the IV needle had slipped out of her hand due to her struggling.
Trusting in this alone, he would never let her down. Over these next three years, he would do his absolute best.
Shen Wan looked at Qin Yan, her eyes still heavy with sleep. "Husband, are we there yet?" Having just woken up, she was still dazed, her voice soft and hazy.

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Back in her room, Yun Xi carefully reviewed her plans and strategies in her mind. Once she was certain there were no omissions or errors, she opened her computer, hacked into Gray Wolf’s terminal, and sent him a message.
Qing Rong watched the man before her calmly, letting the chatter of the surrounding crowd drift into her ears.
But if he grew suspicious and refused to be with Qing Rong, wouldn’t she be in trouble?
It was spring plowing season, and every household was getting busy. Zhao Fugui was likely already plotting how to sell off his hundreds of acres of land.
"No! No! That’s not it! I didn’t come here to fight you!" The Wolf King stammered. How could he look like he was here to fight? He was here to woo her—could she not tell?
Liu Feng gazed at Feng Xin’s retreating back, his thoughts unreadable. Ever since becoming the Weiwei, he had realized just how fragile the Liu family’s empire had become.
"But the spiritual energy in the Azure Hill Cave is sparse, unlike the First Heaven you just described," Shi Yun asked, looking puzzled.
"Why aren't you speaking?" Seeing Dongfang Yuqing remain silent, Dongfang Yan felt his previous suspicions confirmed and scolded him with a furrowed brow.
She thought that perhaps Ding Mu was just being unusually warm because he felt she had performed well in the competition today.
Yuan Shao even suspected that the Shanglin Park Prefect, Fan Zheng, was also in Feng Xin’s hands. Although Feng Xin claimed in his memorial to the imperial court that Fan Zheng had been killed by mountain bandits, Yuan Shao did not believe it for a second.
When Ouyang Lian saw the man’s face, he felt he had seen him somewhere before. As he searched his memory, Shangguan Zixuan was doing the same.
Beside them, the black demon tiger with the severed tail stared at its leader in disbelief. Could the half-breed's words be true? With so many opportunities, why hadn't he killed it? Did the leader truly favor the half-breed? And would his own companions have died in vain?
Xiu’er weighed heavily on Feng Xin’s heart, though she did not know how much status she truly held within it, or how much of his affection she could claim.
The entire assembly agreed that the ancients, no matter how incompetent, would not have been so simple or easily fooled. Megan, expressing her skepticism, pushed her way toward Tang Songyuan.

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At over two thousand years old, he was like a child in the eyes of an ancient being like Xuan Li, who had lived for tens of thousands of years. His future in the martial path was limitless.
And so, they were asked to leave the venue, monitored by mercenaries while they packed, and escorted away that very night once the meeting concluded.
Huang Mao was respectful; as someone who worked in this line of business, he was not surprised to see the Black and White Impermanence.
With the current chaos in the underworld, Su Luo did not mind using this opportunity to push Ming Shang and the others into a period of rapid advancement.
However, the Spring Breeze Pavilion’s actions could be considered well-intentioned... to dare to deliver porridge knowing there was danger here showed great courage. Their background should not be singled out for criticism in such circumstances.
"But I must ask you all: you have good backgrounds and have received years of party education—do you not intend to surpass this capitalist?"
The horse’s hooves clattered as they moved forward. Ning Yao smiled, looking around at the streets on both sides.
"What kind of emergency is worth you intercepting a distress signal behind my back? Do you have any idea that you could face a court-martial if something goes wrong?" The middle-aged man suppressed his anger.
Yet Xiaoya stubbornly stayed by his side, even struggling to take the pink scarf from her own neck and wrapping it around his.
"Hahahaha, don’t be angry. I’ll stop, I’ll stop." Deng Shi took the beer can, laughing and waving his hand.
It was a pity she wasn't skilled in cooking. Everything else seemed to be getting back on track, moving toward harmony.
She especially looked forward to the banquet that evening, as Tao Di would be attending. She relished showing off her affection in front of her, finding a sense of vengeful satisfaction in it.