Chapter 52: Construction

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Apart from the faint clinking of the concubines’ jade pendants, not a single loud breath could be heard. Li Qingmu tightly gripped the candleholder, pressing closely behind, finally catching up to Zhu Ji just as she stepped onto the bluestone bridge.

Everything could be found on this three-dimensional magical “map.” You Tian chose the shortest route from the Magic Association to the Magic City, a distance of 1,658 meters; however, due to the heavy pedestrian traffic, he could not summon the magical Fire Wind Wheels and had to proceed on foot.

“Sigh, leader, you really give me a tough problem. But well, this matter isn’t worth us meticulously studying and solving. Just charge straight in. I don’t believe they’d dare resist when we have clear evidence against their unjust arrests,” Han Fei said.

Yet, Han Fei did not reach out to receive the purple primordial energy; instead, he knelt before Li Song, tears welling again from his previously dry eyes.

Volik listened quietly. He recognized the three men but was surprised that the saint-level thief, Sumir, would directly confront someone—that was unexpected.

“Junior brother, stop your nonsense. Humanity is the protagonist of heaven. As long as Taoism still has days of enlightenment, if humanity loses this world, then I shall close myself in seclusion daily within the Eight Palaces,” Lao Jun glared at Yuan Shi and said slowly.

Invincible Silence smiled faintly, shook his finger again, and Hila’s expression immediately turned strange. She sighed helplessly in her heart: talking to a mute is exhausting, especially when the mute acts so oddly.

The two sages were quite clear: given Zhen Yuzi’s status and position, there was no way he would enter the Western Pure Land created by the two.

“That’s not true. It’s out of filial piety to you. Hehe. Didn’t cost any money. It was brought from Japan by Nian Zu, imported from Indonesia!” Xiao Han laughed.

“Ah! I never thought Shui Mu would be understood this way. I can only silently mourn for you!” Ye Zang shook his head.

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“Are you sick or what?” Jin Faguang had never seen a man propose love in such a manner.

She shook her head, looking down at the tears on the back of her hand, reflecting his image—her faint smile was like a painting, bathed in the fragrance of youth.

Considering Ye Zang’s words, the Third Generation had to reflect—after all, he had witnessed the man's strength. He needed to think about how to handle this and find a graceful way out.

“Then if you don’t give him the antidote, isn’t he doomed to die?” Tu Jiangshan was confident in his family’s secret martial art. Although Tu Haichao’s skills were still shallow, having been personally trained by his grandfather, his body had been tempered with a special family formula, making it hard for ordinary people to escape his poisonous hands.

Shi Meng blinked. This drama was truly thrilling; she was engrossed—why drag her into it now?

When Ye Zang looked to the other side, he found a line of words: “Other ninjutsu are too demonic; I hereby eliminate them.” It was signed by the Third Generation.

Ying Lei took it and saw it was the lease contract for the factory land, signed five years ago when the Eastern Branch was newly established. The lease was for ten years, with an annual rent of five million. Seeing this, Ying Lei frowned; the rent was rather exorbitant.

“No worries, I have control,” Gu Liuxi said nonchalantly, continuing to mix potions, excitedly jumping after creating another medicine.

Tang Xingcheng heard the sound and instinctively looked up, immediately standing from the ground.

Yet what surprised her equally was that it wasn’t she who was timid. After she issued a warning once, the surrounding noises died down; only the sound of wind rustling flowers and leaves remained—nothing else.

This time, a million trial participants came—some were devoted slaves of the Demon God race, others were alien races completely assimilated after tens of thousands of years of slavery, fully considering themselves part of the Demon God race.

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The outcome would not change—Gao Xingchen was just a child and could not decide adult matters. As for the Fu family, despite their influence, it was inappropriate to meddle in others’ domestic affairs.

The next morning, all valuable items on oneself would mysteriously disappear—completely gone.

Laughing at one’s luck, laughing at one’s happiness, laughing at oneself—surely in a past life one must have saved the entire universe to be rewarded with a lifetime growing old with Fu Tingze.

I absolutely cannot stand idly by; since I have witnessed this, I will see it through to the end.

The Midnight Club was a newly opened nightlife venue in Haizhou. In a VIP room, I chatted idly with Yu Mingtian.

Village Chief Dai was a prominent figure in the village and led the way; naturally, many followed him. Dai Decai was a wealthy household, so others trailed behind him as well.

Just as Shen Lang was still observing, a large group of demon cultivators suddenly charged from the northwest, a vast and overwhelming force.

Tang Yeshang smiled, “There will be an event here tonight. If you’re not in a hurry to go home, come join us.” Saying this, Tang Yeshang turned to leave.

The battle ended; regardless of what happened before, neither side pursued further conflict—this was the tacit understanding between Li Banxia and Tilly. Upon waking, she was only slightly troubled, shaking her head with lingering discomfort and expressing confusion over Li Banxia’s questions.