Chapter 21 (Three-in-One)

At this moment, a crowd of court officials gathered around them. Comparatively, Wei Chengze had the most people by his side, while Wei Wuji still had the fewest.

What was going on? Was he not a suspect? Or was he just an ordinary person trying to sell his ring?

Tan Xiaoya felt weak all over from the warmth he exuded, and recalling their previous intimate moment in the cinema, her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow.

But now, she would no longer act that way; instead, she resolved to boldly confront him, retaliating tooth for tooth.

“We don’t have time to deal with those worthless people. Finding that military base is the real priority now!” Sanjian declared.

Since Naruto had already enrolled, it seemed the matter concerning the Uchiha clan was not far off. Although the exact timing was unclear, it likely wouldn’t be long.

The Overwatch player hesitated briefly but still handed the dual-color accessory chip to Sanjian, trusting in his leader’s character.

Xuelang stared at Luo Hebin with cold sweat on his forehead, disbelief flashing in his eyes.

After all, cultivation required a large amount of elixirs to assist; otherwise, in this region where spiritual energy was scarce, no matter how many techniques one possessed, it would be difficult to advance in realm.

Because if the people of Chu and Wu realized and targeted the horses instead of the men, Wei Kingdom would be in serious trouble this time.

“Why didn’t you dodge?” Gaocheng Saya looked at Lianye foolishly. Proud of her intelligence, she was suddenly at a loss, her mind blank.

He Fei didn’t know what Su Han intended. Gazing at the two items on the table with a puzzled expression, he asked Su Han what was going on.

The man suddenly turned around and was horrified to discover that the initial wind blades that had killed people hadn’t disappeared but had returned! Each blade carried terrifying speed, striking at him from behind.

In the sorcerer district of Silverpeak City, beneath a spire-shaped building, a dark underground chamber housed a strange altar.

Upon receiving the news, the entire city wailed. The next morning at court assembly, Ying Kelin appeared clad entirely in mourning attire and decreed a national period of mourning for the deceased Qin people.

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“What is it?” Ju Chuan Jingxiang finally had the chance to speak and hurriedly asked, though she seemed naturally a bit slow to react.

“Alright, let’s depart now for the seventh level of the Stone Tomb!” Xie Yeyu said, releasing Xia Xiyun’s hand after seeing her return to normal.

Moreover, a person whose features perfectly matched aesthetic ideals—if one claimed it was natural, it would be far too coincidental.

Ren Jian said, “Mom, please don’t be anxious, alright? I told you before, this matter can’t be explained in a few words. When we meet, I’ll explain everything carefully to you and Dad, okay?”

Everyone admired Jiang Han’s medical skills greatly. He was also easygoing and willing to share his knowledge with anyone eager to learn, which left a good impression on all.

It was precisely because these two occasionally bickered that the office atmosphere felt less dull.

“I don’t mind,” she said flatly. Being clumsy herself, she had no right to look down on others. She sat there expressionless, treated like a doll by the other party.

The Xia family upheld strict discipline. Though they outwardly did not resist the Japanese, inwardly they resented them. They never participated in traitorous acts.

Wang Lin looked at his fingers with deep sorrow, blaming himself for being foolish at birth and using the wrong 'electricity.' He feared he would never escape this grim fate.

Led by Ghost Stick, the group watched through the firelight as Xu He completely shattered into fragments. At first, they were stunned; then, their shock fully took hold.

Tang Xuejian knew about the moves against her and was aware of the other’s condition, yet he looked on as if watching a play.

Just as the Ding family turned to leave, a commotion arose from the passage below, followed by beams of light appearing.

Wang Lin rubbed his face; Sol’s bearded visage changed again, this time into the innocent face of a child.

Old Master Lin took his phone and roughly reviewed the entire auction process, pondering silently for a while.

“I think so too. She probably neither bought a house nor found a suitable one to rent, so she stood us up,” Wang Chengda chimed in nearby.

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After finishing speaking, Su Jinru raised her cup high.

If it were just one or two spots, perhaps it could be explained as interference from other countries or those two sects obtaining them.

Falvia affected a pretentious tone. Originally, he could have respected Pearl Light Alva properly, but he had long seen through Alva’s vicious heart. If so, why should he treat Pearl Light Alva with respect?

Xing Zeyuan was a rational man, understanding tolerance and willing to suffer losses himself rather than cause unnecessary conflicts. Yet this time, he couldn’t help but retort to the senior before him. When the elder glared, Xing Zeyuan did not shut up but continued speaking.

Li Bing pondered for a moment. He had wanted to tell her he held those 27 shares but lacked the courage to say it, unsure how to explain afterward.

The man was so frightened he hastily released his grip. Then came a dull thud as a long dagger flew past his scalp, embedding itself halfway into the wall.

Opening the video playback page, Qi’s singing could be heard, along with some photos taken earlier that day playing on the beach. The production was clearly meticulous.

Jiang Wanqing still stared at him, but inside, a voice kept reminding her of her father’s murder.

Yet Shen Chetian was well aware that the old fox before him intended to use his trust with His Majesty to aid his own restoration.

The Emperor’s face was expressionless, calm to the extreme. Suddenly, he clasped his hands together forcefully, and a vertical eye opened at his brow, releasing a light not of this world.

Wang Haiyan’s gaze swept over Song Yun on the couch, lust rising. Whether Song Yun treated her well was irrelevant; since he couldn’t get out of bed now, she might as well take advantage and fondle him a bit—it was a small gain.

“Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for giving me face. But that wretch is still in Ghost Master’s hands...” Zhangsun Xiong sighed.

“What should I say to you?” Jiang Li was honest and truly didn’t know how to respond, so he simply asked what answer he wanted to hear.