Chapter 36: I Will Not Denounce You

"Around seven or eight o'clock. It was ordered the day before yesterday, but it only arrived by air freight this afternoon."

Thinking about it carefully, Zheng Qian felt a lingering sense of fear. Fortunately, he hadn't gone in the afternoon. He had been busy shopping with Xia Xixi at Joy City all afternoon; if he had run into Jin Lu, he truly wouldn't have known how to explain it.

"Alright, I'll give it a try."

As soon as Zheng Qian put it on, he instantly felt more the part, although on his wrist—

Fortunately, Meng Dalu had anticipated being shut out, so he wasn't disappointed. He merely knelt stubbornly at the main gate, his body remaining perfectly still.

Having been busy ushering the four newcomers in upon his return, he had come straight here afterward, neglecting Xueqi's mood in the process.

Cheng Kun was adept at the Thunderbolt Fist. At his level, he was no longer confined by rigid forms; his punches were the epitome of strength and hardness.

"What? You’re letting him sleep in my room? Then what am I supposed to do?" watching her mother meticulously prepare a room for Long Feng, Shen Rui asked, feeling utterly bewildered.

If it were discovered that he was still on the side of the Blood Fiend Hall, he would likely be hunted down endlessly for the rest of his days.

Ning Fan’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the petals shooting toward him, feeling as if a giant sword had been dropped from the heavens upon the entire world.

"Young Master Chu, take care! If you encounter any trouble, don't try to face it alone; you can flee to the border of my Giant Kingdom at any time! I will station a large army at the border to receive you whenever you need, Young Master Chu!" Ju Wuba promised Chu Chen.

Tang Chunjing spoke cautiously, "Yang... Hengze, why don’t you wait outside for a moment?" Calling him "Young Master Yang" didn't seem appropriate at this moment.

***

Since they could possess their own consciousness, and all living things are instinctive egoists, how could they possibly be willing to always obey Chiyou, even to the point of sacrificing their own lives without a second thought?

It was certain that these photos must have been taken by someone from a distance using a mobile phone; likely a passerby.

Furthermore, to ensure the flashlight would be damaged, he didn't just throw it randomly, but hurled it directly at Ye Kuang...

When Zhou Ruomin returned to her seat, Qin Tang looked at her with a helpless expression, not knowing what to say.

As this thought emerged, it truly gave him a fright. He hurriedly fixed his gaze on the dead lamb, terrified that it might be Lin Xiaoxiao or Rose. After staring for a long time, he decided it probably wasn't Lin Xiaoxiao, as the fur didn't seem white enough and the figure wasn't lithe enough.

Moreover, if this mission had a subsequent phase, Ye Ji was certain that this treasure would play a crucial role in the next step. If he used some clever trick to pass this time without obtaining the treasure, he would surely be eliminated in the next mission.

From the support of belief to the instincts of a beast, the brutality of the slaughter stimulated everyone’s minds. Even though the battlefield was softened for the players' eyes, it still ignited a fanaticism for combat within them.

He also had the workers go back to rest, telling them they didn't need to worry about the honeycomb briquettes tomorrow, but they should still come by in the morning to hand over the details to Su Jun's people. He told them not to hold anything back; any connections or channels they had should be explained clearly and thoroughly.

"Since we are here to talk business, why would we carry weapons?" Liu Yansong smiled indifferently and complied by extending his hands.

Ye Ji’s heart trembled. He picked up the candlestick and, using the reflection from the lamp oil, saw his own face...

The person receiving them was a Guangxi local named Mo Chongshan. The wealth gap between Guangdong and Guangxi was actually quite significant, and Mo Chongshan acted as a middleman here. Much of the fabric and other goods brought in previously had been facilitated through his connections.

"The side effects of the Dragon Whip are due to an excess of Yang energy. As long as there is a way to neutralize the Yang energy in your friend’s body, it will be fine," Taibai Jinxing said, cutting to the chase.

By saying this, she had pulled the issue back to its starting state, trapping us in another layer of confusion. Most severely, she had completely baffled me.

This was the first time Mo Bei had realized this problem. Previously, he had only thought about having someone defeat Mu Zhaoge, never considering these aspects.

***

As long as this Doctor Ma continued to lead the three of them, sooner or later, three more such unscrupulous doctors would be created.

These guys, instigated by Changsun Tianyu, hadn't just attacked him and the other two, Situ Yang, once; they had besieged the three of them time and time again.

Wei Jie's heartbeat suddenly accelerated uncontrollably. Could things really be resolved this simply?

The Saintly Heaven Sovereign was not participating in the treasure hunt; he had been sitting in meditation, his entire being radiating the aura of the tenth among the gods, which was immensely powerful.

Anyone suddenly called over to witness such a scene would be stunned for a long time. Now that Ning Yu had come to his senses, he dropped the camera, unplugged the wires, and hurried over to help the young master into a chair.

Of course, he wasn't overly pessimistic. In his view, given Tang Yi's talent and the fact that he had been summoned by the higher-ups personally, even if he had interrupted their meeting, he wouldn't be punished too severely—at most, he would receive a scolding.

Every storyboard, every focal point, including camera movements, shifts in background music, and even the duration, were marked with absolute clarity.

The territory of this Chaotic Deep Forest was far greater than all the areas occupied by the other sects and clans in the central region combined.

The beast tide was finally broken. They no longer gathered in a frenzied rush but scattered in twos and threes, dragging corpses away. The entire Tiger Clan settlement was like a scene from Shura, with severed limbs and broken legs everywhere. Vast swathes of dark red stained the land, weaving a tragic song of life across the vast, snowy expanse.

Fu Lei, trailing at the end, listened to their conversation half-heartedly, while devoting most of his gaze and energy to the great work of peeping at Ziqi.