Volume One, Chapter 58: The Black River

Kadi was overjoyed when he saw the water spirits; he hadn’t expected so many of them in the cold river, and counting them, there were about five. That was quite a number. As for why she paid Yan Ruojun and the other three, the reason was simple: because they were from China.

In Liu Ning’s eyes, this flower was somewhat like the otherworldly flower, but black in color, exuding a strong aura of magic—at least a seventh-grade spiritual medicine.

The autopsy report showed that Tian Yan died from drinking a colorless, tasteless inorganic substance—poisoned—not from the organic chemicals in agricultural pesticides.

Sun Xu smiled at Miao Xian, speaking softly, “What’s this? You’ve only stayed in the human world for a few days, and you’re already getting picky?” As he spoke, he crouched down and stroked Miao Xian’s glossy fur.

Such an attitude made Sally rather uncomfortable. She didn’t want to pay the prince any mind, and feeling thirsty, she hopped down from the large stone, intending to take the carriage Gothland had prepared to the Guibi estate.

Suddenly, the Lamborghini veered off the riverside road, heading for a ramp to the right. That was a road leading to Cairo’s old district.

The tavern boy quickly stepped aside; working in such a shady tavern was like walking a knife’s edge—no one would do it unless they had no other choice. If the tavern were merely a place to trade information, it wouldn’t be so dangerous; but this tavern had other functions, such as carrying out executions.

“No, who said I don’t have an invitation?” Southeast pretended to pull something from his pocket, drawing the attention of several guards.

He finished speaking and turned to open the door. He couldn’t stand Zhou Yushi’s playful antics any longer; if he stayed, he might soften and agree.

I crouched in the corner, hugging myself. Tears fell, one after another. I couldn’t understand—why?

Their actions were a tactical retreat, yet Qi Xiaoxian and Qi Yu, anxious to find someone, didn’t bother with words and hurried over.

I picked up the half-sheet of paper and examined it closely. Was this a portrait? On it, vaguely, was the Sixth Prince. Wait—this style looked familiar! Suddenly, it dawned on me: this was drawn by Yun Pohua! The first time I was to meet the emperor, Yun Pohua and his companions demonstrated their skill, using this very method to sketch my mannerisms.

“Second Sister, how could you say that about me? How could I have tampered with the rouge and lip balm you gave to the princess? Besides, I don’t even know what’s in the bottle, so how could it have anything to do with me?” Ruan Rou, at this moment, would not admit anything, immediately defending herself.

“Shut up! I’ll cut you to pieces!” Nian Xingchen lay on the ground, eyes glaring at the arrogant man, pounding the earth and howling.

After finishing her tasks, Su Jin Xiu returned to her room, took off her veil, and looked at herself in the bronze mirror, finally nodding in satisfaction.

I was busy until evening, grinning to myself: was I here to have fun or to work? Yet this feeling was fulfilling. I suddenly recalled my summer job at the sushi shop—just like this. The difference was only the environment and my mood at the time…

This time last year, Lin Xuechu remembered, she first met Song Jing’an, and back then, she was so pure.

Several times, Jiang Renbao almost couldn’t help but break down the door, but managed to restrain himself.

“Drop dead!” He Xiu spun and grabbed a pair of silver hammers from the ground, charging at Qin Huainan.

But those who opposed us most fiercely were some of our own—certain advocates of Western medicine who publicly wrote in the papers: “Sensationalism, or pure fabrication?”

He finished speaking, bracing himself with one hand, preparing to stand—but at that moment, a black unidentified object landed on him, and it began to split rapidly.

If Lin Yu heard her words, he’d shout his innocence; after all, he had rescued a nation—even if that nation was now under his control.

Talent is important, but a relentless spirit that dares to challenge its own limits is even more precious. Only with a strong heart can one be called a genius. Failure is not frightening; to rise in defeat, face life’s hardships head-on, and challenge oneself again and again—that is true strength.

They had not dared use helicopters for attacks before, fearing the enemy's firepower, since the enemy possessed powerful weapons like rocket launchers.

Langdon’s words did not escape Alfred’s notice; though Langdon spoke calmly, Alfred’s expression changed subtly.

Suddenly, the Soulstring Sword vanished. Immediately, silver light shimmered around Ning Qiu’s right arm and finally transformed into a super-alloy battle fist.

Unfortunately, Ning Qiu had disappeared for nearly a year, so this matter had been delayed again and again, with no conclusion.

“Lin Yu, how dare you spoil my engagement banquet!” Wang Feng shouted angrily, his face dark.

This underground laboratory had always been secret, disguised as a mining site to prevent government interference.

When the banner of the Terra Evil God was pierced by bullets, the last Shadow Demon elite lost the will to resist, shrieking and tossing aside the mast, fleeing with his companions into the depths of the fissure.

“Grandmaster, may I ask, what level of ability have you attained here? I’m very curious—since you were a top combatant in another world, surely you’re not far off here?” Blo asked, intrigued.

Huo Jun’an gave a wry smile, feeling a headache, as he exited the car so brazenly with her lip print still visible.

Ordinary people rarely used ion guns for shooting, as they were less accurate. Their speed was lower than that of laser cannons, whose caliber barely compensated for their power. Alternating between two laser cannons could reduce charging time and the burden on the emitters.

Taking advantage of the moment, Chen Ang unleashed a jet of purple flame, erasing Cang Lan’s corpse from time. The purple fire danced; within two breaths, every trace of this peerless genius was wiped clean, leaving not even a speck of dust.

Of course, among them, the D-level standard subsidy was the highest—many times that of the C-level and B-level standards.

“So, why have you come to me this time? Is it to seek revenge?” Stark approached Blo, smiling as he asked.