Chapter 50: Side Quest Advanced Version Completed

Sun Jing wanted to say something to Adolf, but doing so would make her lose face, which was something her consistently proud personality absolutely forbade.

Just for a moment, the aura around Jun Wuming began to surge drastically, growing stronger and more terrifying by the second. The startlingly evil aura formed what was practically a terrifying tempest.

Although his White Lotus Sect guarded the Southern Desolate Ancient Land, he had still heard the rumors concerning Jun Qianmo and Tan Hao.

"It's good that you know you were wrong; you must not act like this again. Next time I catch you bullying other classmates, don't blame me for punishing you!" Liu Rumei gave a final warning and reprimand.

At this moment, with Chen Xing holding her hand, Zhu Ziqing's heart was far from calm. The cold demeanor she had deliberately put on earlier could no longer be maintained.

"You're only saying this now that everyone is here. Chen Xing, I'd say you're just fighting the last battle," Tan Zheng said with a smile, his attitude amiable.

With that, Chen Yu applied more pressure with his hand, and the dagger had already left a faint red mark on Chu Mengyao's neck, with thin trickles of fresh blood beginning to flow out.

"Where are we going? Let's have a meal together; it's been a long time since I last saw them." Pointing at Guan Xiaoxue, Zhang Hudie, and Zhang Meigui, who were still sitting in the spectator seats with Liu Xiu, Zhang Zhendong thought warmly to herself.

Wen Yaxin wanted to ask Mu Bei for this favor, and the only person left who might be able to investigate this was Li Zhengting.

Thinking this, the certain big boss's pitch-black complexion improved just a tiny bit. He turned his head back, narrowed his eyes, and shot a chilly, freezing glare at Shi Muying.

Su Muyue sat in her original spot, slowly recalling her shadow soul before abruptly spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Mu Bei's face appeared on the ceiling, staring straight down at her with a bizarre smile.

"President Shang, why am I here?" Li Xiatian asked in a low voice, looking around her surroundings.

Sun Xiao hurriedly walked out of the Tang Corporation, got into her car, and prepared to look for Xia Shiguang. Having previously noted down Xia Shiguang's phone number, she dialed it over and over again.

The four of them had always enjoyed a good relationship with the Han family. If they were to be implicated, the prestige that the Han family had worked so hard to slowly rebuild would be ruined once again.

Given her strength, facing Su He—a peak mid-stage tier-four disciple of the Qi Sea Realm from the Wuji Demon Sect in a direct confrontation—she was slightly inferior in terms of sheer power.

"Wrap your arms around my neck," he knitted his brows, his gaze falling upon her swollen, red cheeks while his heart twitched and ached with every beat.

Wen Qingyun had no intention of driving anyone to death, at least not until her son secured the company. This man could not die; otherwise, all her years of sacrifice would have been in vain.

Going back several generations, their ancestors were veterans of the prison system. Even when imprisoned for crimes, they would be well-fed and spared from torture, and left with an intact corpse upon death.

Yet when two flawless plans collided by a twist of fate and coincidence, they only managed to produce a messy tangle of feathers.

However, Hyuga Inaba was not irritated in the slightest. Maintaining his serene and nonchalant expression, he leisurely materialized from the back of the clay giant bird ridden by Deidara and replied to Onoki.

As for the Crimson Blood Army and the Three Rivers Association, as long as they could get through the immediate crisis, paying back these spiritual materials in installments in the future would genuinely be a very simple matter.

After visiting Grandma at the hospital, seeing that she was still unconscious and had not yet awakened put Shu Lan in a gloomy mood. Craving some liveliness to cheer herself up, she agreed.

Furthermore, he was never the type to boast or show off. This trump card could easily be kept hidden for now, and it might bring a pleasant surprise in the future.

However, as she passed the washing station, she suddenly halted her steps, her gaze instinctively locking onto her reflection in the mirror.

Meng Zhou did not want Bai Zhi to make any connection between herself and Yaya, which was precisely why he deliberately avoided its gaze.

The first category consists of the numerous first and second-tier spiritual veins located within the outer ring area that remain undeveloped because they were occupied by ferocious beasts. Once the threats in the outer ring are cleared, these will be divided up like a pie according to the military contributions and achievements of various factions.

In the eyes of others, the eldest son was a bit foolish. Not only in the eyes of others, but even his birth mother, Hu Yanqiu, felt that her eldest son lacked intelligence and was somewhat slow. No matter how diligently he studied, his comprehension ability was simply too poor.

As the two frosted and played, Nezha's lotus battle armor was already thoroughly disheveled, and his face was flushed crimson, just a step away from stripping off their clothes to consummate the final act.

Across the Primordial Land, cultivators who remained completely unaware that a crisis was fast approaching were still living their normal lives everywhere. At least none of the cities Jiang Xiao reached during this period showed even the slightest hint of tension.

In the past, the original owner had suffered repeated domestic violence from Liu Mazi. Having nowhere to run and driven to desperation, she had once sought help from him, only to be met with disgusted evasion.

As he spoke, Jiang Xiao removed the Qilin's reverse scale. Sensing its presence, he immediately activated the array foundation on the scale. A deafening roar echoed from the earth, and the hundreds of thousands of miles of flower sea that had originally blanketed the ground vanished in an instant.

Never did he expect that upon arriving at the imperial prison, he would witness such a sight: Liu Weining was tied to an iron bed in the buff, and several embroidered uniform guards were preparing to administer torture.

"Hey, where are you? Are you alright?" Zheng Chenheng was undoubtedly frantic. Seeing Xi Chen's incoming call, his hands trembled slightly, and his voice turned raspy, carrying a trace of trembling.

"He is entrusted to you. Tomorrow I want to see him safe and awake. If any accident happens, I will not spare you!" the old man commanded coldly. Gazing at the bloody, mangled back exposed beneath the stripped garments, he felt an oppressive, agonizing weight in his chest.