Chapter 52: The Paper Doll Crossing the Street

Having graduated from high school and previously worked as a supermarket sales assistant, she paid meticulous attention to her appearance, terrified of being looked down upon by her subordinates.

Everyone was completely bewildered by Sun Buqi's behavior, but they quickly opened their envelopes on the spot, counting the banknotes with joyous expressions while secretly burying the verdict of "you must be a fool" deep in their hearts.

After resting for a while, Lin Hai got up and stepped out of the wooden cabin. Looking at the brilliant sunlight within the sacred realm, Lin Hai's heart, however, remained as gloomy as still water.

However, others had no right to dictate everything. Especially when they presumed to make critical remarks right inside his city, how could the Nine Vajras ever tolerate such a thing?

The early-rising guards passing by were instantly stunned by the crowded scene before them. Following a brief moment of shock, they immediately burst into animated discussions.

Du Bian had vaguely heard of it before, but it left no impression on him. He figured it must be due to his own limited appreciation, as the artistic sophistication of this melody was simply off the charts.

Seeing that he really went back to resting, Cangzhu was not surprised; he just smiled and shook his head. These two were truly a match made in heaven—one possessed unconditional trust, while the other held nothing back.

Hiding behind the city wall, the brutal massacre instantly awakened the vicious, demonic nature lurking deep within their hearts.

Hearing my words, Xiaodong slowed the car down considerably, feeling somewhat flustered and at a loss regarding the events of today.

Although the single blade strike lacked the destructive power to split mountains or shatter cities, it instantly reduced the crimson double doors into a pile of ruins.

Guided by his finger's motion and the pull of his spiritual energy, he directly retrieved the fire spirit crystal. The very moment the crystal left the magma, a dark shadow abruptly darted out from the molten rock, charging straight toward the fire spirit crystal.

Was this a trial for an inheritor? Yet, whether it was real or false remained to be seen once he went to investigate.

Therefore, he felt there ought to be a patch of blue sky and white clouds belonging solely to him. To put it bluntly, he wanted to construct a world of his own—a utopia free from endless scheming, where family and friends could live and work in peace and contentment.

He saw the situation clearly as well: thanks to the Imperial Jade Seal produced by Shao Yang, otherwise they might all have perished right here.

It turned out that Wei Lanlan had once inadvertently discovered Emperor Wu's secret, knowing that the person truly residing in Emperor Wu's heart was not Noble Consort Xiao, but Noble Consort Qin.

Gazing at the man on the ground whose life or death was unknown, the remaining three were completely frightened out of their wits, and by this point, they no longer dared to harbor any thoughts of escaping.

Su Xin knew that Qin Nuo was extremely sensitive about her height. Whenever she wore shoes, whatever height she lacked on the outside was made up for with inner platforms. Therefore, she deliberately poked at this sore spot. Humph, let's see if I don't infuriate you to death! Anyway, my mission today is to pick a fight.

However, the reason the Giant Python King resorted to the divine dragon's tail sweep against Dandandan was precisely because it was the only way to counter Dandandan's close-range biting and sharp claw lacerations.

Later on, the relationship between Mr. Nie and his wife gradually faded, so he took a secret mistress outside and fathered two children with her! Those are the other two who came today!" Qin'er blurted everything out in one breath.

"A drastic change? Could it be that the combined might of us seven elders is incapable of protecting a single place? If that were truly the case, I believe no one in the seven major sects could accomplish it either." The tone of the scholar-robed elder seemed somewhat resentful of the gray-robed elder's doubts.

The sunlight that had draped over the domestic warmth had slipped away quietly, leaving behind only grayness and gloom, inhaled into the lungs and pressed against the heart, suffocating and agonizing.

Chen Feng simply closed his eyes to feel with his soul. At this moment, he stood motionless like an unyielding cliff, with his mind as calm as an ancient well. He merely recalled the scene of Ada releasing his secret technique and integrated it with his own past insights.

Judging by how skillfully the ugly guard used his deceptive methods, it was clearly not his first time doing such a thing.

Ling Zhoutian did not mention quantum technology software to the deity; he was genuinely terrified. If the artificial intelligence deity were to crash again, it would waste dozens of minutes of his time.

Wanting to figure out what on earth was going on, Ze Ze cast an icy glare at the three spiritual entities standing before the door.

Irelia took off the earplug from her left ear and suddenly tossed out such a strange question, stunning everyone inside the vehicle and plunging the cabin into an abrupt silence.

The next moment, green flames ignited across the surface of the rune-inscribed scales, spraying toward the positions of the two horned demons.

"Whoever promised them can go deal with them; the Li family wants nothing to do with this," Zhenniang glanced at Mrs. Ge and replied calmly.

"How is that? Even such a ferocious monster fish was subdued by me! My demonic power isn't bad, is it?" I stepped on the big fish's tail, placed my right hand on my hip, and struck a mighty pose.

Night falls quite late in Tibet. At just past two o'clock now, waiting for darkness would require at least eight or nine in the evening.

"It's not that I don't want to help you, Sister. To be honest, I'd love to help, but my capabilities are limited." After a moment of hesitation, Ye Wu firmly maintained his stance and decision.

Spending an entire day like this, Wuxu finally finished explaining the body-selection arts. What remained was extensive observation and scrutiny. The corpse sources of the Three Sons Temple were passed down from generation to generation, lacking any truly fresh sources—unlike that heartless scoundrel Zhou Xuanye who used living humans for practice. Therefore, my proficiency in body selection could only remain at the theoretical stage.