Volume 1, Chapter 38: The Report

Zhou Jingmo knew Jiang Yihuan could not hear him, nor did he care if she did. He dared not say "I love you" to her directly, for he feared that if he spoke those words, he would lose even his status as her older brother. From start to finish, he had never truly understood what was going on in the mind of this rebellious child.

In truth, the helicopter Gray was in had indeed nearly crashed, but fortunately, he was quite far from both explosions. Since the battle began, Shui Han had vanished, and even the warriors of the Sacred Alliance could not find him for a time. Naturally, they were no better off, aimlessly piloting their aircraft while inadvertently drifting a bit too far away.

In fact, Yan Xiuhua, who had been secretly observing his slightly stiff movements, kept a smile on her lips, showing not the slightest hint of resentment.

Of course, Tang Jun was not certain whether it was truly a trap; he only suggested it was a possibility. The situation felt wrong, and since any incident would be a grave matter, he had to remain calm and cautious.

As the kraft paper envelope flew toward him, Tang Jun covered his nose with his left sleeve and used his right sleeve as a buffer to steadily grasp the envelope.

Hearing Zhou Qian put it that way, the crowd’s impression of Ji Mo plummeted to rock bottom, and whispers broke out among those gathered below.

"That’s wonderful! You promised not to hit me, remember?" Hearing this, the girl Qiuhua immediately darted out from behind the door, her face lit with the smile of someone who had gotten exactly what she wanted.

At this moment, his movements paused slightly. He turned his hand toward the jumbled stack of his own documents on the vanity. Though they appeared disorganized at a glance, a closer look revealed they had been carefully sorted and arranged.

As its name suggests, the Resurrection Pill is a medicine capable of bringing the dead back to life. Even for a cultivator whose soul has been shattered, if the pill is administered within a short time, they can be restored to life.

Long Xiao licked away the salty blood flowing out and smiled faintly, "Would you like to taste the flavor of fresh blood? It’s not bad." Saying this, he moved to kiss her again. Jia Qianqian screamed frantically, "Long Xiao, if you push me any further, I will bite my tongue and end it!" Tears were already streaming down her cheeks.

"The Great Virtuous Teacher may have ascended to immortality, but the Holy Sect still remains. My lord, do you wish to make an enemy of us?" Seeing that begging was useless, Xu Feng resorted to verbal threats.

Master Li was on the verge of tears. Despite having several credit cards and a pile of cash on him, he had ended up in a situation where he had no money to spend—how wretched.

In other words, if Liu Bei were willing to allow his heirs with the princesses of the Western Regions to return and ascend the throne, it would be considered a gift of noble bloodline.

Duan Fei hoped for the same, so that he could resolve the life-or-death mission between himself and Zhong Fu as soon as possible.

If she wasn't a disaster, what was she? If for no other reason, her constant instigation between himself and Yue Meng would eventually lead to trouble.

Look at that bearded man in the back, looking sneaky and ready to bite someone at any moment. And look at that dark-skinned man, his eyes darting around wildly, never knowing what he’s actually looking at.

"You must believe in Tang Jinqin’s resolve. Your existence has significantly impacted his plans. If he doesn’t eliminate you, could he possibly let you live? As for those generals, they will simply claim they died in battle and provide the necessary compensation. Their goal is to kill you!" Tang Bin said to Li Liu over the phone.

However, to develop this thing, one would need not only a group of high-IQ deviants but also a truly viable ghost.

It was not a wooden structure but made of modern building materials. Although modern materials were used, they were perfectly integrated with a classical style, appearing contemporary without losing its underlying depth.

Wang Shiping had steadied his breathing. He looked Jiang Tao up and down, a sneer curling the corner of his lips.