Chapter 50 Playing Hard to Get

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Leaving the Late Red Pavilion, he sped back to the pharmacy like an arrow loosed from a bow. Seeing Song Lin return alone, Zhou Li knew instantly that he had failed to find his benefactor, and the anxiety in her heart surged like the tide. She had also returned empty-handed, and the two looked at each other in dismay, both feeling that the situation was becoming increasingly tricky.

Having walked only a few steps, Zhou Li heard Shen Yuhe call out to her with a distinct tone of pleading in her voice. Even so, Zhou Li did not stop.

Meanwhile, Fuyao, bringing along Chen Zhuo, was already heading toward Yingchen, traveling eastward out of Xianyang, passing through Hangu Pass, and entering Sanchuan Commandery.

It was precisely this "ultimate matching" that allowed a purple-quality title to unleash the effect of a red-quality title.

The pressure weighing on Hu Ziqiu suddenly vanished. Before he could recover his wits, wearing a dazed expression, he was abruptly shoved aside by Qingrui.

"The master has indeed met with misfortune. The matters concerning the eldest young master and the second young master should be temporarily set aside. With Mr. Zhao by the second young master's side, surely nothing will happen to him. Right now, there is a far more troublesome and urgent matter that requires your personal attention."

Ye Yu instructed the taxi driver to head to Central Street, where there were several clay pot casserole restaurants. Getting out of the car, Ye Yu searched for them one by one.

Just think, when foreign intelligence agencies plant an undercover agent into a criminal syndicate within Japan, did they really not need to report it to the Japanese government? Of course that was impossible; they certainly had to notify the Japanese government, seeing as Japan was, after all, a sovereign state.

Sure enough, he discovered that a faint radiance was blooming from it, dazzlingly bright even in broad daylight, continuously shining through the seams of his pocket.

"Dr. Agasa's riddles are always cold and boring. Shall we slip away?" Genta and Mitsuhiko whispered to each other.

If not for that accident involving her parents, perhaps her relationship with Liang Jing would not have evolved into the current awkward predicament where advancing and retreating were equally difficult.

Sword qi, palm qi, toxic miasma, and blade qi crisscrossed through the air. People perished one after another, leaving behind corpses scattered across the municipal square.

Feng Ling had not returned for two full days. Through two days of pursuit and covert observation, she had completely ascertained the exact origins of this group trailing her.

On the contrary, because she had to take care of Yangyang, her workload at the company had been drastically reduced. Her second novel had also reached its finale on the Qixi Festival, leaving her days considerably more leisurely.

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A magnetic masculine voice drilled into that person's ears. The moment her wrist was seized, her heart had already plummeted, and now, upon hearing such words, her mind instantly went completely blank.

The elderly woman, usually so impeccably neat, had somewhat disheveled hair and wrinkled clothes at the moment. Most importantly, she was gripping a long whip in her right hand.

Sanzu perceived Guagua's sword slicing toward him; though he managed to dodge the fatal blow, he was still slashed by it.

"Must you speak in that tone?" Bai Jianxing could not stomach this sarcastic sarcasm either; it was clearly meant to mock her.

Qin Ling could see the two little ones, but because of their classmates, she had to pretend she could not see them. Even so, she occasionally could not help herself and secretly fed them a bit of nutrient solution or the like.

Resting her hands naturally on Xia Junyao's shoulders, Song Yuan pressed her chest tightly against his, making their powerful heartbeats clearly perceptible to one another.

"How did you figure that out?" Seeing the other person's certain expression, Liu Junhao knew his cover was blown and hurriedly confessed, hoping for leniency.

As Bai Wanru and Lin Xuelian met each other's gazes, they seemed to glean something from it, yet their hearts harbored no negative emotions; instead, a latent sense of joy flickered within them.

His senior brother had explicitly told Fang Ming that once the next upper divine emperor was born, he would be immediately absorbed into the organization. At that time, Fang Ming would be the one to succeed him, and by then, Fang Ming would also gain a general understanding of the organization.

For the reporters, this was nothing short of a windfall from the heavens. More than a dozen reporters swarmed through the main doors of the Municipal Public Security Bureau's office building, scrambling and elbowing their way toward the elevators.

The competition venue was on the fifth floor of this hotel. The fifth floor housed a large internet cafe that frequently hosted online gaming tournaments. The Chinese and Japanese delegations had rented six computers, exactly three on the left and right corners. Each side occupied one side, making it appear more formal and allowing the accompanying personnel from both parties to easily watch the match.

On the surface, Laura looked down on these demons entirely, yet she inwardly acknowledged that individuals among the races of the Abyss possessed greater raw strength than those of Hell. Fortunately, the Abyss possessed a chaotic essence, and its various layers could never be completely unified; otherwise, Hell would have long since been conquered by these demons.

At this moment, no soaring dragons could be seen patrolling the skies above the Bloody Fortress, making Hishabuk's immensely robust figure easily spotted by the sentries on the fortress walls.

Had she known it would be this simple, would she have needed to wait until nightfall to act? Lin Xuemin could not help sighing inwardly.

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"But the video is already gone." Wang Shubo was momentarily stunned, a trace of shame subsequently rising on his face as he rubbed his hands and gave an awkward laugh.

With that, she pulled open the window and attempted to fire a machine gun outward at targets. The practiced fluidity of her motion left Yu Han astounded.

As they chatted, they arrived at the Dessert House, and from afar they could see the tables beneath the shade of the trees outside filled entirely with people.

After some deliberation, he felt that temporarily joining the Dragon Special Task Force was not a bad thing; it would allow him to understand the current state of cultivation on Earth and occasionally find people to spar and exchange pointers with, which was far better than cultivating blindly in solitude by himself.

Mu Zijing wore a look of profound sorrow and loss. Abruptly reining in her horse, she dismounted and helped Ye Yu down. Mother and son walked on silently, one right after the other.

Elder Sun clearly had no intention of playing along with Fengxing Lao's script. Seeing Zhong Liang's current state, the old and crafty Elder Sun naturally seized the opportunity to kick a man while he was down.

"My Lord, there's been an accident at the North Gate. You'd better go and take a look..." The commander of the city guards wore a grim expression, making Mayor Sloan's just-settled heart leap back into his throat.

Arriving at the Eighthfold Nether Prison, Ye Yu followed A-Si hurriedly toward Lü Yue's cell. A-Si shouted out first, "Hungry Ghost, we're back."

"Sleeping in the dorm? We took turns carrying you, but we really couldn't carry you any further, so we waited by the entrance for the study tour instructor. We never expected it to be Lord Baifeng," Xian Er said.

Staring at the blood on his arm, Leng Litian stood frozen with his mouth agape, staring blankly at Leng Chenxue for a long time, completely at a loss as to how to react.

At that moment, a knock sounded at the door. Accompanied by a voice calling "Come in," Sun Mantang pushed the door open and sidled in with a cowering air.

Xu Erge walked inside with stiff footsteps, his ominous premonition growing heavier by the second, as if he were stepping right into a tiger's den.

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