Chapter 43: Junior Brother Wang

“Wang Lin, you are cunning and ruthless, even causing the death of Junior Brother Ye, and you wouldn’t spare the Master either. From now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other. Go to hell!”

Faint shouts and cries flickered in Yu Rumu’s ears.

Malice filled her mind, and her divine sense spread amidst overwhelming fury.

As she strove to trace the root of the matter, she was astonished to discover...

She hastily lowered her head because His Majesty seemed to be awakened. His eyes slowly opened, bloodshot not from tears but veins crawling over the entire eyeballs, and the veins on his face throbbed intensely.

In truth, even if they did not know the title of the Desireless Immortal Lord, they could feel his extraordinary and profound cultivation. Such a figure must hold an exceptional status.

Wen Nanhua had sought him out proactively; he was a skilled computer expert and a specialist in intelligence.

Moreover, he was certain that Zhou Yi knew the whereabouts of the Stick Demon Zhao Yun; otherwise, he would not have sent word to Sword God Li Liushui and Sword Saint Lu Qingshan.

“No matter, you focus on your task,” Wei E replied politely. The county magistrate arrived in haste and left just as quickly, disappearing from the court in moments.

A graceful and extraordinary maiden in a blue robe sat cross-legged on a cushion before the shrine, her brows lowered and eyes demure.

He was already contemplating recruiting a few disreputable demon-hunting groups to directly threaten them for information, then reveal the list.

At that moment, Yan Poyue suddenly believed it; he began to trust that Zhao Zhigang could indeed hit a soda can one hundred and twenty meters away with a slingshot.

Outside, the sun shone brightly, the sky was cloudless, and peace reigned—a perfect time for family outings and joyful gatherings.

The air was thick with the pungent stench of blood, suffocating breaths as if blocked. Yet on the battlefield outside Hando City, no one cared about the smell anymore. Figures fell one after another, limbs and remains dropping relentlessly to the ground.

“Blue Daoist, you cannot bully us to this extent!” The bare-chested man from Wuzui Village flushed with anger.

These jade slips were adorned with many strange and intricate patterns, clearly cultivation manuals passed down from the mechanical tribe.

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Peter Fasha, drenched in cold sweat, wore a pale face, several times wanting to look up and ask Lut Infinite, but hesitated every time.

Mang He, as a planetary lord and a late-stage practitioner of the Thought Void, having cultivated for thousands of years, could not possibly fail to grasp Tang Sheng’s intentions.

“Eh? They’re pirates?” Garanser’s eyes widened as he began to doubt the legality of the money he had received.

“Alright, since that’s the case, we won’t waste your time. That person holding the sign over there must be tired of waiting,” Li Jiangwei said, pointing toward the station exit where a man was holding a sign.

Although the disciple of the Moon Sword Sect did not fall outright, fighting against many eventually meant being overwhelmed; defeat was inevitable.

Imagine watching a TV series from episode twenty onward and finishing the finale without knowing what happened in the first twenty episodes—you’d feel unsettled. Therefore, you must watch the earlier episodes.

Indeed, Brandon was the imperial crown prince, the legitimate first in line for succession; he possessed absolute strength and rightful claim to the throne, and no one could stop him.

“As you command, Second Young Master, I will not disappoint you!” A burly middle-aged man stepped down from the back seat, respectfully responding to Peng Yang.

Earlier, he had wondered whether the Willowing Needle was wielded by a master like Ling Qian, but now Lu Tingbin’s words dispelled his doubts.

He said, grasping Su Yile’s arm, “Enough! Yile, we can’t keep going like this. Let’s go back first!” He pulled firmly.

Pei An’an felt like crying, regretting provoking him. She thought he might scold her, but who expected him to punish her in such a manner?

Praised by Xuanyuan Jia’er, Tuoba Yuer blushed slightly, embarrassed.

Before them stood a figure shrouded entirely in a black robe, exuding a chilling, murderous aura.

Yesterday, upon arriving at the Su residence, he had not seen Su Jingfeng, and his heart felt as if stuffed with cotton. Forced to accompany Zong Yuanyu for the return visit, he was even more agitated.

Su Miaoyue was harshly thrown to the ground by Yun Xiyan. Raising a hand to her burning cheek, her eyes revealed a trace of terror.

The two on her left and right, guided by Huang Wuyou’s profound yin energy, formed an extremely mysterious black beam of light.

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Ye Qingluo suppressed the shock within, fingers tightly clasping the feather fan as she swiftly retreated.

When Dao Yun was about to head to Dao City, Ye Qianli was taken by Dao Yuan to Dao Bei Mountain, the sect’s sacred training ground, famed for an unnamed celestial monument.

“Are you sure you want to snatch my things?” Chen Nan looked seriously at Feng Yuanling, who had not yet left the clouds above.

However, Ding Chaowei had a habit: before closing his shop every day, he would place all valuable jewelry into a suitcase to take home, then set them out on the counter before opening the next day.

Liu Fang and Shen Shisan had been specially instructed that even the Empress Dowager could not be admitted, only Jiang Rou was to try. If that failed, the Empress Dowager would secretly bring Shen Si to the palace gate; if she could not get in, at least they could meet through the gate.

Zhao Huilin watched anxiously and hated Li Hongshu fiercely. She grabbed Chen Ang’s arm and said bluntly, “Brother Qiang, you be the witness for Director Li, and I’ll be the witness for him. You take your share, I take mine, and that’s settled.” Saying this, she pulled him to leave.

Gu Tiancheng sighed, wondering when he had begun to be ‘domestically abused’ by his own harmonious family members.

Xiao Ran casually walked to Liu Haizhu’s former workstation, turned on the computer used before his departure, and picked up a few debt collection scripts and strategies left beside it.

Ling Feng ignored him, standing calmly, waiting for the people from Qingcheng International to process their formalities.

Indeed, Li Ruonan’s style suited Chen Ang well. He liked it, smiled at her, and took big gulps of beer until the bottle was empty.

She had no intention of eating all the mushrooms at once; they were unwashed and placed in a bamboo basket to be eaten the next day.

Before his detention in the labor reform camp, he had come to Zhuanyaokao Village with Yang Jianhua. Unlike Chen Jiaju in the original film, who was blind to his surroundings, he merely glanced around and then led Leopard Qiang and others onward.