Chapter 102: Surveillance

Mrs. Kang looked exceedingly grim. She shrank into a corner and said nothing.

Professor Kang’s gaze turned even sharper. He could only agree to the matter for the time being and make other plans later.

“Since my wife wants to go out and stay elsewhere for a few days, that is no trouble at all. But you have been a young lady since childhood, and everything you wore and used was the best. Life outside is truly too harsh. I wonder whether you can endure it?”

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Zhao Gensheng and the others had long suspected that Zhao Yan must have had a very difficult time on the Divine Firmament Continent. Later, when Zhao Yan returned to Earth and lost all his cultivation, everyone continued to believe that he must have struggled terribly there, living no better than an ordinary drifter.

And for those caught off guard, or for matters involving the very core of the formula, the “genius” alchemist would naturally pretend not to have heard a thing. The guests who were dying to ask their questions afterward would, of course, shove the troublesome ones aside.

On the very day Supor’s stock price broke below its issue price, a piece of news suddenly appeared online: Qingshan Forum’s registered users had surpassed three million, and its daily active users had exceeded three hundred thousand.

Just as Shoni Isshin was still puzzled, the carriage went around a grove of trees, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Chen Qiaoshan was utterly speechless. Fatty Sun really was the worst kind of friend; with one sentence, he had made the atmosphere neither here nor there.

The Oath Knight drove forward with all his strength, bracing his shoulder against the elf hanging from the blade; with a violent surge of force through his arm, he forcibly lifted the greatsword upward.

But clearly, this warrior could not control such a berserk power, so it could only be released for an instant. That chain must have been sealing the power within his body.

No other reason was needed. The fact that he was an apostle of Lymantes was enough—the hound of the Corpse-Walker would naturally share its master’s same predilections.

The Skin-Painting Art was a set of secret techniques; they could learn it first and hand it over to the Secret Spirit Society later. There was no need to rush.

The Master of the Tianyi Sect shot Elder Ghost a fierce glance, but did not expose his thoughts, unwilling to embarrass him too badly.

After all, whether Xia Fan and Li Wei came or not made no difference—it was the same as whether someone was there to drag them down.

He was going to the long corridor, meet up with Red Willow, and then flee, hand in hand, never to ask after the world again.

Sira’s words sent the room into an uproar. As researchers, they would not care at all about the identity or strength of the other party’s direct superior. Furious enough to see red, they even began to drive Sira out.

Though I do not know what leverage she held over Zhou Yang back then, one thing is certain: at the time, she must have hated Wang Tiancai to the very core.

Just as everyone was guessing who those people were and what they had come for, a large group of players, arranged in a perfect circle, slowly emerged from the woods and surrounded them.

After everyone shook their heads, she walked over to the side, gave the staff a few instructions, and fetched the game props from the bar.

The last sight this world left in his eyes was a still, beautiful scene of green hills and blue sky reflecting one another in perfect harmony.

Seeing Arthur and the others turn their eyes toward him, Zheng Ming shrugged, and the black flames in his hand vanished without a trace.

While explaining, he displayed the condensed trajectory. That trajectory was extremely complex, and forming it would take a great deal of time. By the time Huang Yu had finished explaining it, they had basically already made it back to the city.

“Damn it! Damn it! Utterly damn it! People rotten to the bone like that must be punished!” In the Mochizuki family’s living room, Sonoko angrily waved her fists.

A Shan’s strength was very clear to him, and A Shan was also someone revived after death. The body he now occupied was the shell of a man long dead; inside and out, it had already been dead for ages, and could be said to be inseparable from the netherworld.

Yan Lu’s voice boomed with impatience, his face bright with delight, while the look he gave Lu Ming was full of mockery.