Volume 1 Chapter 37 Playing the Sycophant

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Having lost the ability to move, the Candle Dragon suddenly emitted a faint red glow beneath the seal of the supreme beast-taming spirit talisman.

Ever since Tianyu destroyed QIwu and seized its largest iron mine, the nation’s power had grown increasingly formidable. The surrounding kingdoms no longer dared to invade, and Yun Jingtian could no longer display much of a role.

The batch of vodka Zhang Junping had obtained from the bird market consisted entirely of undiluted distilled liquor.

Xuancang looked at Bichun as though he had something to say, but in the end said nothing. He walked past her and entered the Yilan Courtyard.

What Ruoli was truly curious about was why her master and the others had decided to keep her in the sect, and why they had agreed to let her accompany her senior brother on his travels.

At last, with a resounding belch, Ji Ying finished her meal. By then, Lisha’s soul had already reached Ji Ying’s forehead.

“Yier, your eyes are just as beautiful and clear as your mother’s. Look at you—you resemble me in some ways and your mother in others. Doesn’t that prove that I’m your father? Come on, be a good girl and call me Father Emperor.” Mo Yujingchen continued coaxing her.

There were times when she truly wished Yun Mengdie would simply die. What right did someone like her have to live such a happy life?

After turning for two days, Zhang Junping could endure it no longer. The efficiency of this era was simply too low. If things continued like this, not only would everything take far too long, but the quality could not be guaranteed either.

He understood now. This ghost did not exist within the Door-Knocking Ghost’s domain at all; it had been in the real world from the very beginning.

Liu Xing knew that the Greedy Daoist had returned to the Pagoda Illusory Realm to prevent his plan from being exposed.

If that was truly the situation, then under the current circumstances, there was still room to maneuver. No matter how extraordinary the Flood Crocodile’s talents were, it was still only a seventh-rank spirit beast, equivalent to a cultivator in the late Core Formation stage. Among them, there were two late Core Formation cultivators, along with quite a few at the mid stage. They had more than enough strength to deal with it.

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The giant python grew timid once more and dodged aside. It rolled its body toward the silver eagle, intending to coil around it.

“We’ll enter the Immortal Gate as well and search for Li Youlan, making the disruption of his plans our primary objective. If we can beat our opponents, we fight; if we can’t, we run!” Zhu Wumei nodded.

Of the five survivors from the previous cycle, himself included, all had obtained the privilege of skipping this cycle’s preliminary and secondary selections. Therefore, there were no cycle badges for him to use. Did that mean he had to wait until the next cycle game began, take part voluntarily, win several badges, and then turn them into the means by which he could leave the psychiatric hospital?

If one wanted absolute safety, merely hiding oneself was not enough. One also had to conceal the people one cared about most. The reason people were human was that they possessed human feeling. At times, a person might not care about himself, yet he could easily care about those around him. Whom did Mr. Nanguo care about? That was his greatest secret.

Liu Xing and the others ran to the twenty-sixth floor of Tengyuan Group, forcibly commandeered several computers used for game testing, and logged into the game.

“Were you attacked the moment you entered the Fireline’s range?” Ye Hui suddenly asked.

Just as Du Qinglong stood there in shock, his entire body flew backward like a cannonball and crashed heavily to the ground, sending dust billowing everywhere.

Although this task was relatively simple and offered a moderate reward, it placed restrictions on how he could spend his time. He could not remain away for too long, lest the person under his care suddenly need something and be left unattended. Mu Qing had previously accepted a task to help an elder of the sect tend the medicinal herb fields, so he had taken this task as well while he was at it.

In the inn room, Lan Nuo gazed at the figure on the bed—a person lying with closed eyes, brows tightly furrowed, and murmuring to himself.

Zhou Chu’s eyes grew moist. Ever since he had escaped that difficult period, he had never cried again.

Seeing this, Lin Ziyou realized that his parents wanted to learn more about Zhao Qingcheng. That meant they were probably inclined to accept her.

When Zhou Chu took out his business card, even the worldly Fei Yang was greatly astonished. So this young man standing before him was the legendary owner of Fubon?

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Leng Yu rose and left the pavilion without the slightest hesitation. Leaves drifted down in waves onto the seat where she had just been sitting, as though proving that something had once existed there.

“You’re Li Hao. Not bad—you’re stronger than I imagined. Lan’er, go outside for a moment. I want to speak with Li Hao alone.” Gao Qiao, Gao Lan’s grandfather, addressed Li Hao directly.

The Dragon Colt raised its head as well. “I won’t lose either, because I can’t afford to!” As he spoke, he lifted his head toward Li Tong over there.

This press conference was being broadcast live around the world. Many attentive viewers had noticed that detail, and now that the reporter had asked this question, everyone saw it clearly: the leader of the coup was actually trembling. What did that mean?

“Bastard!” Nian Gengyao saw the pity in Mu Ximei’s eyes, and that trace of pity enraged him beyond measure. A high-ranking official of the Great Qing being pitied by someone who was about to be exiled—he raised his hand and slapped Mu Ximei across the face.

However, before he had time to think further, Velen immediately cast the Blessing of Magic Deflection on Bolvar, helping him resist Benedictus’s attack.

This Mud Play technique, like Ice Punch, was derived from the Shaping Flow. Its power was limited, serving mainly defensive purposes and helping activate Treecko’s Unburden ability.

Su Qin sat down beside Su Li, slipped an arm affectionately around her, raised her phone, found a good angle, and took several pictures in succession.

“Remember this: from now on, whenever a military intelligence report comes in from a war zone, bring it to me immediately, no matter the time! Be more careful next time!” Chiang Kai-shek was in a good mood and did not go around smashing things either.

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