Chapter 96: The Strange Woman

What Liu Dabao and his companions just passed was merely the first checkpoint out of the city. There were a second and third checkpoint ahead, but with the documents in his hand, their journey went smoothly. After driving for about a dozen minutes, they saw yet another checkpoint in the distance, guarded by a large group of people. These people, too, held guns in their hands, though the guns were...

With a flicker of movement, he left the Eastern Immortal Court, soared into the sky, and gazed in the direction of the Sun-shooting Divine Arrow.

Linlang smiled meaningfully, “All right, our son is so clever—he’s a university student, after all. He surely won’t be fooled by anyone. Let’s just wait.”

Ignoring the bottles, jars, and silver notes before him, Zhou Qing’s attention was immediately drawn to a bizarre golden longsword. The sword resembled a serpent, its tip crafted in the shape of a snake’s tongue.

This was a formidable expert of the Divine Palace’s fifth tier—not from a holy land, but backed by one of the top forces in the Central Province.

Neither the Snow Dragon Riders nor the Vanguard Battalion could ever be replaced; once lost, they were gone for good and would never reappear.

Li Jiacheng and Bao Yugang had both taken charge of prominent British enterprises, attracting international media attention.

The old master, Shao Quan, knowing his wife’s health was fragile, had long since arranged for a wet nurse to feed their future child.

“I see you’re not only about to lose your teahouse, but your life as well!” Before he finished, the teahouse owner’s arm went limp and dropped as if struck by lightning. Numbed, he slumped to the ground.

Leopard and his team ceased their sniping; it was pointless now, as the opposing commander was surrounded by bodyguards as tightly as an iron fortress.

The Ma family, being from the underworld, gathered information mostly through unconventional channels. As for Lin Zhengjie’s hype over the ‘Jian Family Villa,’ they hadn’t uncovered anything at all.

The captain’s brow twitched as he listened to Funiu, sensing trouble. He was about to ask the commune leader and Director Wang to wait for him when a quality inspector hurried over.

Warm sunlight bathed everyone, and suddenly, waves of excited cheers erupted.

This man was less useful than Yan Qi; at least, when Yan Qi teamed up with her, he was genuinely concerned for her well-being.

“I’d very much like to see the kind of movies you make.” His smile was bloody and cruel, regarding her embarrassment as nothing.

In Lu Fenghe’s view, the Evil Demon had already escaped Miao Ruo’s body, and Mo Xingli could have spared her. Instead, he used the Spirit-Restraining Dragon Whip to force the demon back into Miao Ruo, clearly acting under false pretenses.

Gazing at the chamber where Su Xinghe and Xu Qingshan had disappeared, Murong Fu’s eyes blazed so fiercely that his expression grew twisted.

Dawn had broken, and people were gradually filing into the office. The two gossiping subordinates from last night rushed into her office headlong.

Her phone and bank card lay on the desk. Tao Bing immediately picked them up and slipped them into her travel bag.

The two of them passed through the village and reached the center. Before they even entered the courtyard, the aroma of roast suckling pig wafted over the fence.

“And there’s more! I heard he didn’t just steal one takeaway. Guess how many he took?”

In contrast, Wang Jiu stood utterly alone. During the war between immortals and demons, at least nine Immortal Lords had stood by his side, with the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals behind him. This time, he must fight alone.

He saw her seated on a velvet rug beneath the cherry blossom tree, petals scattered all around. Her long black hair flowed to her waist and she wore ancient white robes, ethereal and elegant—a celestial being, otherworldly and dreamlike, evoking both reverence and an irresistible urge to possess.

Stephen swam south for about five kilometers before surfacing to rest for a while. Then, taking a deep breath, he dove straight down toward the seabed.

Chen Jiran had already entered the office ahead of time, but Gu Xixi felt as though she were Granny Liu visiting the Grand View Garden for the first time.