Volume 1, Chapter 62: The Scapegoat!

Looking at the egg, Ye Shuang knew that an egg that could be buried in the soil had to belong either to a Rock-type or a Ground-type Pokémon. However, he did not have much mental capacity to dwell on this right now, as the sharp pain pulsing through his arm continued to cloud his thoughts.

"Hum—" At that very moment, several silver rays of light shot forward, slamming heavily against the barrier on Ye Shuang's side and causing it to vibrate violently.

Shichen City has now grown into a major citrus-producing county, with this year's annual yield estimated to reach just over three hundred thousand tons. However, they are difficult to sell, and the prices are low, putting immense pressure on the county committee.

The destroyed vehicle, along with the cargo, and that blood-money compensation which, though modest in value, still had to be accounted for.

However, Xue Chen could not be certain whether the trend of recruiting Korean imports would surge after this season. After all, both teams that employed Korean players achieved good results, and it was hard to say whether other teams would follow suit.

"I wonder how many Foundation Establishment Pills the fellow Daoist has in possession?" The cultivator surnamed Wang tightly gripped a jade bottle, inside of which was a sample of a Foundation Establishment Pill provided by Li Qingtong.

Ye Shuang actually knew that raising a Larvitar was extremely difficult, but at the very least, no matter how hard it was, he had to try. If the Larvitar were to evolve into the Desert Tyrant, Tyranitar, it would undoubtedly become the absolute core among all his Pokémon. Pseudo-legendary Pokémon were not just for show.

In an instant, everyone present gasped sharply, and Sun Dongmei was so frightened she nearly passed out.

These dozens of advanced metahumans, ranked level eight and above, were controlling and simulating a star map model under the command of a high-tier Mirror Master.

It basically guaranteed that even if struck five times in the exact same spot by a magical artifact of the same supreme grade as the Dark Rock Heavy Sword, the defense would not be breached.

Of course, this did not mean he would simply let her off the hook. Since she had committed a crime, she would undoubtedly face the punishment she deserved. He just needed some time to gather evidence; as long as the evidence was conclusive, not even the Emperor of Heaven could save her.

Although the replacement of a God of War on the Ninth God of War Stage was a rare sight once in a century—let alone a youth under twenty like Chu He defeating the four-hundred-year-old Frenzied Blood God of War—undergoing tribulation within the Divine Stone of Zhongzhou was something never heard of in history, naturally arousing extreme shock and curiosity among everyone.

Regardless of who it is, as long as it involves this kind of stuff, they always have to strip, expose some skin, and go into excruciating detail.

Qin Shengnan seemed completely unfazed by the various mystical arts cast by Chen Bao. Pursing her lips, her silver spear transformed into a blur of cold light, guarding her so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak through. Wherever the silver spear passed, arcs of electric light spat forth, shattering mountain rocks and reducing the Daoist bean soldiers to powder. She launched no direct offensive against Chen Bao, instead focusing entirely on battling the bean soldiers and paper retainers.

Looking down at the glowing red wall, a cold sweat instantly soaked his dry clothing. A sizzling sound echoed, and a shroud of white vapor enveloped Huang Yan's body.

However, Zhou Ruisi maintained an attitude of complete indifference. His running was lazy, and his positioning was thoroughly passive.

As soon as Ye Yaoyao returned to her room, she took a hot shower before finally lying down on the bed, staring blankly at the television while her mind remained fixated on the words of the pancake shop owner. What kind of person was the man who had been searching for her all this time?

This was the gap between actual combat and simulated drills, and what Locke wanted was a Retia with genuine combat awareness.

The director was utterly bewildered, having no idea what was wrong with the famous Movie Emperor Han today. Just as he was about to call cut, he saw Ye Yaoyao, who had originally been hugging the male lead from behind, proactively rush to the front of Han Shaoxun, raise her head, and stare straight at the male lead.

Yet after watching the video, Tang Tian's eyes practically glowed. As a veteran talent manager, she was all too aware of Zhang Ruoyi's potential.

As the blade light descended, Ao Bai also sensed the threat. Countless black, ash-like soot particles emerged around his body—these powders were materialized condensations of corpse Qi, which stood diametrically opposed and irreconcilable with the divine might of Lord Guan.

Assistant Li was left completely dumbfounded by the question, failing to register what Lin Xiaoxiao had just asked. His heart was pounding with excitement as he racked his brain on how to sing Fu Tingshen's praises so that Lin Xiaoxiao wouldn't misunderstand.

The mere fact that this place could prolong life and offer delicious natural fruits had already attracted countless parents to make the trip out of admiration.

During that time, Lin Ye's heart was filled with anxiety to rescue the hostages, coupled with a materialist sort of bravery, leaving no room whatsoever for any feeling of fear.

The horse-faced man quietly clenched his fist, the veins on his forehead bulging before subsiding. He glanced around, noticing that his side's surveillance personnel had not noticed anything amiss, and only then did he let out a slight sigh of relief.

If she were to throw a tantrum and ruin things with him over such a trivial matter now, how would she be able to tamper with his carriage in a couple of days, making him fall off and humiliate himself in full view of the public? If she fell out with him and parted ways, how could she snuggle into the arms of her new financial backer to deeply provoke him?

Viper, the newly promoted leader of the secret guards, froze for a moment before hurriedly materializing, kneeling to pay respects, and then swiftly withdrawing.

With a theatrical motion, Lin Ye retrieved a pouch of salt from his pocket—none other than the [Intestinal-Rotting Salt] he had swiped from Boss Yuan.

"Rest assured, Your Excellency, this subordinate will not fail the mission!" The two men acknowledged in unison, bowed to take their leave, and went off to assemble their troops in preparation for a night raid.

Given Yuan Qingwei's level of cultivation and realm, the numerous martial arts true intents he had gathered held no secrets in his eyes whatsoever. Elevating some low-wuxia techniques into mid-wuxia, or even quasi-high-wuxia, was not a difficult task for him at all.

Just as Lian Xiang was rushing home, intending to satisfy his physiological desires on his own, an unharmonious scene appeared in a distant alleyway.

The number "nine" was not used casually in ancient times. Ancient China divided numbers into yang and yin; odd numbers were yang, and even numbers were yin. Among the yang numbers, nine was the highest, and five occupied the exact center. Therefore, "nine" and "five" symbolized the authority of the emperor, referred to as the "Supreme Sovereignty of Nine and Five."