Temporary Release from Prison

Who would have thought that just as I reached the corner, I would hear a flurry of overlapping voices filled with ridicule and resentment from inside.

"You! You stood by and watched me die yesterday, aren't you still trying to harm me?" Xie Chunfeng continued to argue sophistically. Beside him, Xing He looked at Lin Hua with a face full of hatred, yet when he turned his gaze to Chen Muqing, a lewd smile surfaced on his face.

"Yes, we are willing to go through fire and water for your lordship, no matter the cost," Balalosa and Jefura said in unison once more.

Needless to say, both sides harbored the intent to put the other to death and were incapable of compromise, so the ensuing battle was earth-shattering.

Entering the room, I had Ye Xing sit down comfortably on the sofa, took out the medical kit, and tended to his wounds all over again, as I felt the police officers at that local station had handled it a bit too hastily.

However, her latter remark—that "there probably won't be any trouble"—turned out to be mistaken, for she was now facing a massive predicament.

Two men strode directly toward Xiang Bai. Sitting down beside him and glancing around to ensure no one was watching, they produced a stun baton and repeatedly jabbed it against Xiang Bai's body.

I wonder if everyone will continue to accompany me on this journey. If so, I express my gratitude here; and if anyone must leave, I also wish to thank you for the companionship through this entanglement thus far.

There was no sign of Mo Zhiyuan in the living room. Chen Mohuan figured that at this hour, he should already be asleep.

Heaven was still merciful to them. With this trajectory, as long as they managed to return to the shipping lane and follow it back, there was a strong possibility they would encounter a rescue vessel.

Dengzhu said to the others present, "This is the foot of the sacred mountain, I hope you will all act with benevolent hearts and perform good deeds." Having spoken thus, he and the monks departed immediately.

Having finished speaking in Zen riddles, Zen Master handed the two stones to Zhang Lingyun. Zhang Lingyun curiously turned them over in his palm to examine them. These two stones bore some similarities to his own Domain Demon Pagoda, except that his pagoda could conceal his cultivation level, whereas these stones made others perceive one's cultivation as higher than it actually was.

"Thunder Martial Intent!" Yun Wuxin's eyes suddenly brightened. Initially, he had held a pessimistic view of Lingyun, believing it unlikely that he could defeat Fang Huang, and had been standing by ready to offer assistance at any moment.

Within the Alchemy lineage of the Heavenly Demon Sect, the dozen or so veteran alchemists all stood up simultaneously, casting doubtful and questioning gazes at Zhang Lingyun's every move.

"Young master, what on earth have you discovered?" Guo Lin watched Zhang Lingyun's retreating figure, unable to help leaning closer to Cao Ze to ask in a low voice.

The essence of heaven and earth is one of the most precious treasures in the vast universe. The last time it appeared was at the auction of the Immortal Tower's headquarters, where a single bottle was valued at twenty million cosmos stones.

"Very well then, Brother Xuan, you must give a lot of thought to how we can properly resolve the threat from the Emperor's side." With these words, Zhu'er nodded, stood up, and turned to leave.

Xia Qingyi certainly did not decline, nor could the three sisters refuse. Faced with such cruel slaughter, they each harbored the determination to eliminate these people.

"Number Four, put away your blade, and you all take some time to rest." After saying this, Zhang Lingyun walked over to a secluded spot and sat down cross-legged in meditation.

As one of the three supreme grand elders, Song Yuanyuan held much higher authority than they did. If she took a fancy to the talents of Shentu Ze and Mingyun and hardened her heart to directly take them both on as disciples, the rest of them could only watch helplessly as Mingyun was snatched away by Song Yuanyuan.

A subtle ripple stirred in Feng Yuan's heart. A mu of auspicious clouds instantly surged from his heavenly spirit, and atop the clouds, three lotus flowers emerged. The lotus flowers parted and merged alternately; when they gathered, a warm surge of solar energy poured down from above, nourishing his entire body.

It was a bit too large and did not quite suit her, yet it failed to conceal her temperament in the slightest. After being washed clean, her face looked much cleaner and more spirited than when she was first seen, save for her still-dull gaze.

The three figures seized the gap to launch an attack against the one manipulating the whirlwind. Fortunately, Ye Feng possessed extraordinary practical combat experience and channeled his internal energy into his long saber. The saber and the man became one, allowing him to forcefully withstand this move.

She did not dare to argue with the elderly General Shen, yet seeing an outsider living better than she did in the General's Mansion filled her with resentment. Hearing the servants mention that this princess had a very amiable disposition, she decided to take advantage of Shen Qing's absence to curry favor and incidentally make things difficult for her.

The auxiliary police officer slapped the handcuffs onto Gu Feng without a word of explanation and purposely locked them onto a specially made iron chair.

Ye Feng was naturally aware of what Chai Bao had done in the previous match. He looked at Chai Bao's sword-gripping hand, where veins were bulging violently—clearly, he was barely managing to hold the sword by sheer force of will, relying on a hand that had yet to heal fully. Ye Feng was momentarily left speechless.

Furthermore, the price to enter a private booth was astonishingly expensive, requiring a hundred gold coins per visit, and the few existing private booths were practically booked year-round.

She had thought she would never see Yun Zhaohua again in this lifetime, but she never expected her to appear before her so abruptly.

"Brother Chuhan, such a strong demonic aura." Yan Yan also smelled this intense demonic aura. Its scent was so rich that anyone with even a slight grasp of cultivation arts could detect it.

Because Yang Qingyi was too furious and rushed forward too fiercely, she was not only struck by the folding stool hurled by Yang Jiping, but also tripped and knocked to the ground by the long bench Yang Jiping was holding.

Gu Qianlian scoffed at this. After thanking her classmates for their concern and waiting for the crowd to disperse, only Zhang Dan, Peng Lu, and a few others remained by her side.

"Wangliang, notify Chimei. Since she is serving by Ji Youran's side, have her find a way to help Ji Youran regain her position. This chess piece of Ji Youran cannot be discarded yet; she will be of great use in the future," the mysterious figure commanded coldly.

Compared to the boisterous noise during Cornelius Fudge's speech, the room became noticeably much quieter when Professor Dumbledore spoke.

Liu Yan also expressed her helplessness. After thanking the old grandmother, she immediately went with her mother to Xilan Road and boarded the long-distance bus bound for Xi'an.

Right now, the thing Liu Ping wanted most to do was to play matchmaker for her good friend Ding Na and Wang Yingwei, bringing them together as a couple.

Tang Song ignored the others as usual. With a wave of his arm, he retrieved a table from his spatial storage, upon which were placed various fruit platters, pastries, and tea.

Therefore, compared to the initial panic and astonishment, everyone had long since grown accustomed to it.

As for the subsequent alliance and the rehearsal of the program, Xing Jianfen, being the active organizer, handled all the contacts and arrangements single-handedly! Gu Qianlian, on the other hand, utilized her break time to seek out Xiao Xiangyu.

Yang Qingyi had never imagined that in the dead of winter, when no one else could be found to help her move, so many people would brave the biting wind and cold to voluntarily come and lend her a hand.