Chapter 91: Parade and Pursuit (Please Subscribe)

Ao Xi took out his phone and was about to call someone, but then he stopped, unsure whom he should ring.

Karis was still in the hospital, and Wally, Mark, and the others were only ordinary officers; there was nothing they could do.

The deputy director and the director were probably already aware of the news report and trying to find a solution, so he had better not make things worse.

After thinking it over, Ao Xi sent a group text to Zhuo Ning, Zong Yiqiang, and the others, telling them to be careful for the next few days.

Just as he finished sending the message, a voice came from outside.

Xiahou Ce showed no particular reaction. He merely nodded faintly and escorted Song Yiyi out.

Guan Chenji suddenly turned around and caught her red-handed. Gu Meng gave an awkward smile and looked around with her eyes, plainly acting as though she had done nothing at all.

The moment Ling Yu threw the long sword in her hand with all her strength, Li Shun felt a jolt in his heart. He had already sensed Ling Yu’s arrival, and he could also sense that she meant him harm.

I cannot die like this. Chen Feng bit hard into his lower lip with his teeth, and blood seeped through the gap. His already wavering consciousness was jolted awake again by the pain.

He could not believe that Fu Shaojun was actually a medium capable of communicating with spirits, and he could hardly believe that Fu Shaojun could learn so many things they themselves did not know through such a method.

“Woken up?” Seeing the brief daze on Leng Yue’s face, Feng Qiye’s thin lips curved into a smile. His rough fingers brushed the corner of Leng Yue’s eye as he spoke softly.

“Damn it! You dared to scheme against me? You’re asking for death!” Ye Tianyu slammed his foot hard onto Nakamura Ling’s neck, pinning him immobile.

Fu Mingyang’s expression turned somewhat grim. He discovered that the young man before him had actually advanced his swordsmanship to yet another level in such a short time. No matter how exquisite his sword moves were, no matter how many flashes of light burst forth, he still could not break through Wuming’s defense.

One must know that he was now the mayor of a prosperous coastal city, and he was not yet fifty. If he could take another step upward and enter the provincial level, he would certainly become an important high-ranking official. His future would be limitless, a matter of bringing honor to his ancestors and his family.

The great battle was about to erupt. More than four hundred cultivators from the Golden Wind Sect stood menacingly against fewer than three hundred cultivators from the Dew Sect across a hillside. The atmosphere between the two sides was extremely tense.

Fortunately, William’s armor and weapons were all forged from mithril and thus had no resistance to spells; otherwise, if William wanted to cast magic, he would first have to run around naked.

Colleen did not lose her composure because of the pain. She worked hard to remain calm, yet a deep flush of shame could still be seen on her face.

Tong Ran instinctively stepped back, and could even hear the pebbles rolling away from beneath her feet.

Qin Wuyang’s incarnations vanished one after another, transforming back into drops of blood that merged into his body. The ones containing poison were woven into a blood-red bracelet that he wore, slowly driving the toxin out.

Money was not the problem; the household registration was. She sighed and told herself that impulse was the devil, yes, the devil. She could not leave now, and staying at an inn was equally fanciful. One must be practical, and one’s affairs must be handled with solid footing.

Old Lady Five’s long nails snapped off two of them, and blood stained half her palm crimson, yet she seemed utterly unaware of it. She let Fifth Master wipe her hands with a wet cloth. Her eyes were fixed, unblinking, on the scattered silk and brocade on the floor. Fifth Master let out a long sigh and asked her what was wrong again.

The tens of thousands of rank-one Black Fiends in the sky were already down to fewer than ten thousand, not to mention the mountain of corpses of their comrades piled at the base and the river of blood surging rapidly along the mountain road. Even the Black Fiends, however evil and cruel they might be, had lost some of their morale.

Mou Huantong had never been good at lying, let alone hiding her emotions or the tone of her voice. Xin Nian knew her well and could see through her in an instant.

I burst out laughing inwardly, suddenly realizing that I had acted a little out of line. I could not help reaching up to wipe away the saliva at the corner of my mouth, then steadied myself and looked more closely.

The Japanese bastards chose the latter. Day was breaking, and for the Japanese underworld, daylight belonged to the Japanese government; it was not their time to fight.