Chapter 27

The music stirred the soul, and the light songs and rhythmic dances helped calibrate the body—a truly rare artistic edification that also cultivated one’s temperament.

I acknowledged the instruction and immediately ran to the communications room to report the situation to Elder Chen. At the same time, I ordered a soldier to activate the security system and seal the building.

"The chains were dissolved by the transparent membrane on my skin. If I just control the membrane so it doesn't dissolve them, wouldn't that work?" As Su Jun spoke, she struck a contemplative pose.

Suddenly, she thought, "Although I have entered the Tiger Peace Palace, it is not convenient for me to talk to her, let alone hand over that Yong State Tiger Tally, which has caused so much trouble."

Although these pits are very deep, they will not affect our underground base. The base is located even deeper and is equipped with multiple protective measures, making it unlikely to be damaged easily.

"Alright, two officers, come and help carry her away." The veteran team leader commanded the two officers behind him. They hurried forward and, together with Ye Zhen, the three of them supported Ye Zhen’s unconscious mother as they walked in front. The veteran remained behind to pick up the few hundred yuan from the ground, along with the water and bread.

Xue Jiancheng looked at the item Mu Yichen had just handed him. He opened the gift to find a card-style mobile phone inside. He switched it on, and it contained only a single video.

The bandit leader swung his sword to clear the way, daring anyone to stand in his path. Gritting his teeth, he carved a bloody trail and then personally covered the retreat. Still, he could not avoid a crushing defeat; he fought his way out of the encirclement, leaving fifteen or sixteen corpses behind.

But he had forgotten one thing: buying train tickets requires an identification card, and both his and Xia Lin’s IDs had long since been confiscated.

This is not possible, because I can still feel my body, and my hands can still touch this iron box. Moreover, I am still breathing.

His mind was filled with fragmented memories. On a night of thunder and lightning, he was in a pitch-black room... It seemed someone had held him... That voice...

After finishing the beef brisket noodles before him, Tao Xiu stared blankly at the bowl placed opposite him. Wreaths of white steam rose in the cold air, and the noodles expanded as time passed. Tao Xiu pulled the bowl toward him, lowered his head, and continued to eat in silence.

Zhao Qingshan’s expression was extremely calm, but her voice was tinged with a trace of imperceptible bitterness.

"You’re finally here! My grandfather has been up since dawn, clamoring to see you!" Liang Zixun said loudly upon seeing them.

Therefore, this might also be one of the reasons for the high "mortality rate" of the Heavenly Mystery dungeon.

Zhao Yin used to wander the martial arts world, but later joined the government and rarely ventured back into the world of pugilism. Seeing Ni Yexin suddenly leave for so long, he felt a sudden flash of envy.

If she contacted him frequently to report on the Gong family’s situation, it might serve as reassurance. Gong Heqiu was suspicious by nature; with her under his nose—and not just Gong Heqiu, for Madam Gong likely viewed Qingyan as a thorn in her side—she was surely trying every possible way to get her out of the house.

Gently lifting the quilt, she saw the deep and shallow hickey marks covering every inch of her skin—a shocking sight. Remembering last night, the way he had acted wantonly upon her body, energetic and passionate—besides not fully entering, he had done everything else.

"Young Master Jiang, we had no choice. Please don't blame us," said Uncle Wang, who was sitting beside Jiang Chen.

On one hand, he worried that Gu Qingkuang would do something foolish out of immaturity, as he was, after all, a boy not yet twenty. On the other hand, he felt that perhaps he was being overly sentimental; maybe the genius was just on a whim and didn't want to attend class—wasn't that what the principal said?

Wuming picked up a piece of meat with his hand and ate it, looking as if this ordinary piece of meat were truly delicious.

This place was located in the heart of the Northern Territory. At most, the barbarians would come here to loot and pillage; they could not occupy the city for long. Since the Marquis of Jingbei had let the barbarians in, he would naturally find a way to drive them out.

Indeed, no one had considered Liu Tong, because everyone subconsciously assumed that because of the Li family, Liu Tong would be unwilling to support Liu Xuan in sending troops to Caizhou. How could he possibly want to send troops to Caizhou himself?

And the science class representative was the very same student, Li Zhixue, whom Liu Ming had just imagined using "clairvoyance" to borrow content from the test paper.

Zhao Yingjie, Gao Jun, and Wang Baoguo all shook their heads and smiled bitterly; they felt that Lin Yang’s ideas were far too naive.

But the problem was that Liu Ming had already officially submitted an application to switch to the science track, and he would have to answer science papers during the college entrance examination.

Gu Mingxin would rather have sprung from a crack in a rock than have Yin Ru as a mother.

The skeletal warhorse reared, lifting its front hooves. The lieutenant raised his long spear and struck down. This blow was absolutely powerful; Rem could feel the immense soul power concentrated on the tip of the spear, enough to shatter the Ghost Warrior armor on her body.

Who was Taiyi Zhenren? He was one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun and a direct disciple of the Primordial Heavenly Lord—a powerful deity capable of bringing the dead back to life. How could he be helpless against a common, worldly poison?

The ones who could snatch the wine were the stronger demons; those with lower strength could only smell the fragrance from behind. After Kong Ling downed three pots of wine, he was more or less full. Zhao Ling'er ate little, spending most of the time just smiling at Kong Ling.

Next, the entire venue suddenly darkened, entering a moment of shadow. Immediately following, the stage lights flashed on, and a beautiful figure walked out.

The boss scrambled up from the ground with an agility that completely belied his fat body and ran toward the back, apparently to retrieve something he kept hidden away.

The primary materials for this Ghost Fire Nascent Soul were refined from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator and an eighth-level spirit insect. This eighth-level spirit insect was a spirit beast that the late-stage cultivator had subdued, and there was a mysterious connection between the divine sense of this eighth-level monster and that of the cultivator.

Because they were worried about Lin Xia’s safety, Jessica hadn't eaten all day. Now that the crisis had passed, everyone realized they hadn't eaten for nearly a day. However, the chef on the Changfeng had already prepared dinner; he just hadn't dared to come over and announce it because he saw the look on Jessica's face.