Chapter 38

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The man in the uniform frowned the moment he saw me, a barely concealed murderous intent directed straight at me.
He had no intention of hiding it; at worst, he would just endure a few scoldings and then double his efforts later.
He pretended to wipe the table with a cloth, listening intently to the conversation between the two while observing Liang Junwei's expression out of the corner of his eye.
Beiming Hanxuan, hiding to the side, was delighted. Watching the furious green tinge on Xuanyuan Che's face, he felt an immense sense of secret joy. To think he could gain favor from Ran'er for nothing? It was simply asking for humiliation.
Duan Lang was very excited; it was truly like finding sweet dew after a long drought, or meeting an old friend in a strange land. Upon seeing an old acquaintance—whether she was a charming companion or a source of trouble—Duan Lang began to chat with her.
Although the drawings were finished, there was still a bit of work he didn't want to leave for tomorrow, and he was too lazy to order takeout, so he just made do with a meager meal.
However, the dead are to be respected, and Uncle Ma was my elder. Until things were confirmed, I could only keep these thoughts to myself.
"Those were chaotic times, and many people died in the command post. Perhaps there are still one or two malevolent ghosts or vengeful spirits lingering, and seeing you all alone, they might just crawl out from under the bed to have a little chat with you..." Lu Yao said with a smile.
Furthermore, in terms of the quantity reserved for the group's own use, the steady monthly allocation of over sixty thousand units also accounted for a significant proportion.
"How did Wang Mo stop that attack just now? That was a full-force strike from a Tier 4 Hunter..." Tang Xiaoxiao was also confused, unable to figure out how Wang Mo had managed it or what he would do next.
Besides, the Lunar Star Lord was not always available, as cultivation requires at least several consecutive days of uninterrupted time.

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After carefully examining it, Lin Cheng could conclude that this was a Tang Dynasty gold bowl with extremely high collection value.
At the same time, he also had some thoughts; looking at it this way, joining the City Lord's Mansion might actually be a good thing.
"When your father and eldest brother first left, your Uncle Gu gave this to me, saying that if anything happened at home, I could reach your father by calling this number," Mother Xia said with a smile.
Li Qiushui's heart skipped a beat. Big brother, you really dare to ask; that is five hundred taels of silver.
Finally, the Immortal Boat accidentally fell into the gravity of a black hole, but it easily escaped by shifting through space via spatial cultivation techniques. Driven by curiosity, it then dispatched several unmanned flying boats into the black hole, having set them with spatial techniques beforehand.
Li Qiushui actually knew this Miss Chen; she was a close friend of Zheng Yan. Just before Zheng Yan left, she had even entrusted Miss Chen to look after the two sisters.
On the ground, this fresh red blood was continuously flowing into the gap.
And three million—a quick glance at that, good heavens, in a city like the Magic Metropolis, you can't even buy a decent house. At over thirty thousand per square meter, the money in hand was only enough to buy a hundred square meters.
"These blood shark spines, however, must be put to good use." Looking at the pile of spines he had snapped off lying at his feet, Zhao Han frowned. Eventually, he had to find a thick, long vine to bundle the spines together, hoist them onto his back, and head toward the pharmacy.
"Dead soldiers can be this terrifying! Doesn't that mean the world is about to fall into chaos!" Yi Jing exclaimed.
You look at these people, even at a time like this, still thinking about squeezing some benefits for themselves. It is as if the lives of their fallen fellow disciples have absolutely nothing to do with them.

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If Lin Jingyi had been nearby, he would have recognized the source of the powder in the bottle at a glance. Wasn't this the "Mind-Confusing Powder" he used when raising his gu insects? He had just used it when he was cultivating bee gu.
Those fluorescent vapors scattered over the corpses, and the dead bodies seemed to be suddenly infused with life; a ghostly light flickered in their hollow eye sockets, looking exceptionally terrifying.
The door of the house was pushed open, and a young man of thirty-five or six, wearing a feathered crown, walked out. Dressed in plain clothes, he possessed an arrogant aura in every gesture.
With the two armies arrayed against each other, an old man with a grey beard among the Wushi family's ten thousand private soldiers stood his ground, shouting fiercely before the formation. Behind him, one hundred and thirty or forty steeds of extraordinary stature moved, their hooves churning and long manes flying. Behind the Akhal-Teke horses were seven or eight thousand sturdy cavalrymen.
Most importantly, there is a saying in this world: do not meddle in affairs outside your own office. Even when worldly people reach the peak of power, they find it hard to transcend the patterns of life. The Lord of the Clouds never cared about such things anyway.
"That's hard to say. They are all very strong, and I was just lucky enough to break through to the Spirit Realm first." If not for the three years of bitter training in the Beast Territory, Mingxuan would not dare to guarantee how much stronger he was than them; even entering the top five would be difficult.
Even though the vanguard's blades were sharp enough to cut through iron like mud, they could only leave a dent when striking the pig-iron armor. Neither side could harm the other, resulting in a stalemate. Conversely, due to the weight of the armor, Lu Bu's army could not overcome the Imperial Guards in the charge.
No logo, no title, no contact information. Flipping it back and forth, there were only these seven characters. This person was truly eccentric; who would print a business card like this?
Damn it, there’s a wall behind me. My brain must have short-circuited to choose such an awkward position.