Once the filing was approved.

Hearing the movement inside the room, Hua Haoting stepped in and propped open the window, allowing fresh, crisp air to sweep through.

"Because this can save lives!" Zhuge Feng explained from the side, recounting what had been witnessed the previous night.

Whether it was because she had clamped her legs in a struggle or some other reason, it took the man quite a while to withdraw his hand, crumpling the tissue into a ball and tossing it into the bin.

Guan Jiu dared not make a move. Even as sweat dripped into her eyes, she did not reach up to wipe it away. In truth, though she remained calm and composed, her nerves were stretched taut by her intense focus, much like a bow drawn and ready to fire.

For so long, knowing the gravity of the situation, it had not broken the silence.

A collective gasp swept through the hall. Even Ida widened her eyes, staring at the cards in Song Li’s hand in disbelief.

He Baoguo looked at his curious sister-in-law, then at his younger brother behind her who looked somewhat helpless. He chuckled and shook his head; originally intending to say little, he decided to explain it to her anyway—it wasn't exactly top-secret information.

Zhan Peilin lowered his gaze, taking the flyer from her hand. The man in the suit pictured on it was none other than himself.

A flash of inspiration struck Chu Xiu. He suddenly pulled out his phone and sent a message to his agent.

Before he knew it, Naruto had arrived at the back mountain of the Shaolin Temple. It was winter, so naturally, the majestic waterfall everyone spoke of was nowhere to be seen. However, watching the waterfall frozen into a natural ice sculpture was quite a sight in its own right.

Li Xin said nothing, but from the way she looked at me, I understood her meaning: she was telling me she could handle everything and that I didn't need to worry about her.

Ling Xi hesitated. Seeing her brother staring at her, she gritted her teeth and held up one finger. "One thousand—that’s not too much, is it?"

Shao Yu had never actually found those so-called pieces of evidence, but he had seized upon the weaknesses of others. Once he grasped a person’s vulnerability, he would deliver a fatal blow, one that could bring them down completely. This was the "evidence" Shao Yu possessed; those pieces of evidence that were not evidence at all were often the best evidence of all.

Wang Kui had only taken a few steps when he stopped. His eyes fixed on the white BMW X6, the smile on his face vanishing, replaced by a dark, gloomy expression.

"The problem now lies with this fishing boat. Take a look at this." I took the photo from Li Xin and handed it to Old Mai.

Ling Chen raised an eyebrow and flicked his right hand. A cold light flashed, followed by a scream. Lei Jun’s right hand, which had been holding the remote control, was severed at the wrist, falling to the ground as blood sprayed forth.

Seeing the formation before her, Crystal felt a bit strange, but she couldn't just give up her plan to become the gang leader because of it. No matter what, she had to give it a try.

The car sped all the way to Zhengzhou. At the Zhengzhou railway station, the group got off and boarded a train bound for Chengdu, Sichuan. They chose the train over a plane to avoid the gaze of the police; compared to air travel, trains had higher passenger volume and slightly more relaxed oversight.

Lan Duoduo kicked and punched Luo Yun, completely unladylike. The old man, having lost his drinking-game companion, sat to the side and drank by himself.

"Besides!" one of them said. "Even the massacre of the He family back then wasn't this absurd. If you two are so tough, how could you have let that corpse-driver escape?"

The houses in the city were no longer stilt-houses like those outside; they were built firmly on the ground, topped with brick and tile roofs, lacking the primitive feel of the villages outside the city walls.

Zi Lingxiao stared in stunned silence at the sight of Zi Xuan and the others fleeing in such a sorry state, speechless with shock.

But Ri Wu felt a need to vent his satisfaction. Looking left and right, he picked up He Zhiyu’s phone and began taking selfies with glee. He planned to post these photos to his Qzone via QQ later to show off.

"A prop to build a team? 50,000 inertia points, and it's priceless?" Li Zhishi nodded expressionlessly, his gaze flickering briefly toward Meng Ji beside him. She seemed to sense it, but when she looked back, Li Zhishi had already lowered his head to drink his water.

The man saw Zi Qing withdraw and did not entangle with her further, instead reaching out to grab Lan Ye, who was already paralyzed with fear.

"Lin Duoduo, is this why you've been avoiding me for the past two days? Tell me!" Xia Haoyu’s voice suddenly rose. I looked at his rapidly lifted chin and cold face, not knowing how to explain myself.

Old Five nodded and said, "Of course you can. I’ll be over there. If you’ve made up your mind, come find me." With that, he turned and strolled away without lingering.

During the meal, Chen Zui kept thinking about this question. Now, with Zhu Jiangtao’s inquiry, he set down his lunch box and took a sip of black coffee, which made him wince and frown in discomfort for quite a while.

Meanwhile, Monkey had silently approached the minibus, rolling once before pressing himself against the fuel tank.

Lu Yu didn't reach out to catch it. Before the cloak could even get close, he suddenly gestured twice in the air, and the cloak shattered into pieces. One fragment drifted back, landing before the Seventh Young Master.

Qing'er leaned over and pressed one hand against the Huo Feng gas canister, and in the blink of an eye, it was stored away into her space ring.

On the assassin website, anyone could register an account, but the value of that account depended entirely on one's own skill.

The tone and attitude of the speaker clearly displayed an inner arrogance, or perhaps, a total indifference toward everything.

Upon seeing the battle between a dozen individuals with supreme bloodlines, Fairy Ziyao and Feng Xiangtian’s eyes glowed with fervor.

With just a single stride, the sound of dragons roaring and tigers howling seemed to echo in the air, spreading a suffocating pressure as the fluctuations rippled outward.

Wu Qi and the others were excited, imagining how happy their grandfather back home would be to see a treasure that could extend one's lifespan.

That night, after Yang Jiekai finished his shower and was preparing for a good night's sleep, he suddenly received a text message. He checked it; it was from Han Ning.

Qi Ying was also very surprised. He had been tracking members of the Luoyue Organization, so how had a Saint Master appeared?

One must know that a cultivator with special spiritual energy and one without are entirely different concepts.

Dong Ye had already returned to the capital to report for duty. The current Prefect of Jinling was Mu Fang, the eldest cousin of Mu Qinxue and the eldest son of the Wine Saint. With the fall of the great clans, the imperial court was eager to recruit talent, and he was finally able to realize his ambitions.