Chapter 28

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For instance, the two-star boundary power that only Li Yunmu’s true form could exclusively invoke; for instance, the Azure Dragon killing power displayed by several pieces of the Azure Dragon Saint Armor; and for instance, his unique Flame-Thunder Force, which possessed a level of power comparable to the primordial energy of the gods.

Before him, a human face emerged upon a thick tree branch. The face began to speak.

During this time, Shen Yang received some good news: he had been nominated by the Nobel Prize Committee and was eligible to compete for next year’s Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine.

Even if the price of killing Su Qingge was her own death, she was determined to leave only her most beautiful side for Mo Xuan.

Not to mention comparing him to Liu Xiang, even beside Gu Nana and Xie Chunfeng, Li Bin was undeniably the weaker one. If not for his outstanding performance and clear progress during training, he would not even have been qualified to participate in this Osaka Athletics Grand Prix.

That feeling was as if they had vanished into thin air. Not to mention the new generation of arrivals like Li Yunmu and Zheng Quan, even they could not find any trace of their existence.

"Very well, thank you for the trouble. Please, lead the way." Li Yunmu nodded, walked over with an indifferent expression, took out a silver ingot, and settled the bill for the Dark Viper liaison in one swift motion.

However, he could never bring himself to abandon the Luo family, so he locked all his emotions deep within his heart, focusing only on work, work, and work.

The peony was also withering day by day. Xu Nanqin guarded it daily, but even with his meticulous care, he could not save it. Finally, when I could no longer stand it and ran to that peony to see if there was any chance of reviving it, I woke from my dream.

Liu Xie breathed a slight sigh of relief, his drumsticks slowly lowering. His arms felt achingly sore, and for a moment, he could hardly summon a shred of strength. Yet, this did not affect the reverence the surrounding soldiers held for him; that not-so-imposing frame seemed to radiate an inexplicable charisma that made one feel an involuntary sense of admiration.

He did not enter immediately, but waited for Chun Lai to finish applying the medicated wine to Zhao’er, and only after he had tidied up and changed his clothes did he come to the inner chamber to request an audience.

Perhaps sensing that my strength was not particularly high, this guy pursued me without the slightest hesitation.

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In contrast, An Yi kept a straight face the entire time, as stern as if someone owed her money and refused to pay. She ignored others, and naturally, no one bothered her.

"Wait! Add two thousand taels, or forget it!" The herbalist struggled internally, though the herbs were indeed worth that price.

"It’s really not like that. We weren't planning on having steamed fish for dinner. It’s just that you arrived so suddenly, and I was wondering how to host you; there wasn't enough time to slaughter chickens or sheep, so I ordered someone to the pier to buy two carts of seafood. Since you loved fish and shrimp back when we were at the Hanlin Academy, I thought steaming them would be to your liking, and I was right," Fan Zheng explained truthfully.

Empress Dowager Pei and the eldest prince wept in each other's arms, and for a time, the entire Ci’en Palace was filled with the sound of sobbing.

When this kind of focus became a habit, everything else fell into place. Hoffnog’s thoughts on how to push Ni Tu toward the path of a professional player seemed to have taken on the flavor of an obsession.

But as it turned out, he had planned it all very well—the mountain gate was being established—when the Ancestral Saint said, "You do your thing, I’m off to find a master."

Ning Xi nodded at her. She hadn't expected Mother Fu to be looking for her, so she prepared to leave after the greeting.

"Ning Chuan, don't go too far!" He gritted his teeth, refusing to kneel before Li Qinghe no matter what.

He stepped into it, and when he reappeared, he was in a familiar place: Ninsun’s bedchamber.

The indoor basketball court had been renovated. It was here that I first learned he was Su Ruo. It was quite embarrassing to realize I had been speaking ill of him right to his face.

If Gin knew they were conspiring, he would certainly regret not having Vermouth plant bugs in the entire Ferris wheel.

Minagawa Ko was getting a bit panicked now. Could there be something wrong with that A-drug Vermouth gave? Why had the teacher developed amnesia?

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In the end, Mu Yi could no longer stand by and watch. After inquiring about their situation and learning they were Mu An’an’s disciples, he taught them the Star Map and told them to practice in peace while waiting for Mu An’an to return.

They had existed longer than the seven great empires, dozens of kingdoms, and countless principalities of the Western European continent. They had accumulated immense resources and wealth, and established many rules and orders... On some levels, the Salvation Society was comparable to an empire, or perhaps even superior to one.

It was a perfect coordination, but if Ning Xi had known in advance that he would do that, she would never have agreed to it.

Why did Yin Wenjiao, amidst her gentle affection, sometimes reveal a look of determination and resentment, and even gaze at him with silent tears?

However, once truly on Chi Lin Mountain, one could feel a ghostly aura, chilling to the bone.

With watery eyes and pouted lips, she clung to Xiang Yunmeng’s neck, acting as if she were truly frightened, constantly rubbing against his chest.

The Provincial Anti-Spirit Office had just promoted its new deputy director, the third-in-command: Xuanyuan Qingzi. She had originally been a commissioner, but with the death of the former deputy director, Yu Shuang, the position became vacant. Since Xuanyuan Qingzi possessed astonishing combat prowess, there was no dispute; she was promoted.

"Aren't you just stating the obvious?" Ji Wujing propped his chin on one hand, watching Gu Jianli sew the knee pads with a languid expression.

Ji Wujing closed his eyes again, no longer looking at Gu Jianli. He heard Gu Jianli get up and squinted to watch her. Gu Jianli headed toward the west room, leaning against the wall, stopping every two or three steps to rest her hands on the wall before continuing.

But then the problem arose. As far as I know, there had never been a precedent here for converting a criminal detention of a suspect into an administrative detention—if the suspicion is cleared, they are released; if not, they remain in custody—it was impossible for a suspect to be transferred from a detention center to a holding facility.