Volume 1, Chapter 59: Send He Xin to Prison

Lin Anhe said, "I had someone pull the case files from back then, and your blood test report is still there. Let You Hongna surrender herself; she is unaware of it anyway, so at most she will just be fined a little money. The police will reopen the investigation, and the charge of poisoning carries a minimum sentence of one year. Although one year is not heavy, it will put He Xin in prison, and you will have vented your anger a little. I am just afraid that Ji Yanli might find out in advance and arrange for He Xin to go abroad, in which case the Hong Kong authorities won't be able to catch her." She felt that, judging by Ji Yanli's usual style of doing things, he would most likely protect He Xin.

Shu Xingruo praised, "It's still you who thinks of everything so thoroughly."

She stood up. "I'll treat us to this meal today, and I'll charge it to Ji Yanli's card." Since he had so much money to spare on bribing witnesses, she would help him spend a lit—

Mother Zhang felt sorry for Chen Yang just having given birth, so she went to fetch a soft cushion and placed it under Chen Yang's knees.

Under Chu Zhixin's leadership, the Chu Corporation had gradually grown stronger, propping up half of Beicheng's supply chain network. How could his methods be anything within the reach of ordinary people?

The vice president who had previously challenged Chen Yang, seeing this scene, subconsciously hid behind the Four Great Vajra Guardians, not daring to speak another word, and even lacking the courage to look at Chen Yang.

Wen Chu felt her ears burning. As the man drew close, he was enveloped in a cool, woody fragrance. She nodded, and lifting her eyes, she saw the Xie family matriarch and elders of a collateral branch smiling.

Zhou Weian kept coughing, coughing until tears streamed down her face, and she still hadn't recovered by the time Song Zheng came over to take Niannian away.

Aodeng doubtfully picked up Feng Ju, his large palm forcing her face up to look. At this sight, his complexion instantly turned as white as paper. He immediately threw her away and ran off as if he had seen a ghost, continuously rubbing his hands against his clothes.

Today was a day of great celebration. The Su family could be said to have risen to a new height, and his own grandson had also received a personal promise from Chu Feng. He believed that a transformation would usher in the near future.

The Emperor of Qin's eyelids were half-drooped, his slender fingers resting idly on the edge of the soft couch. A blackish-purple scorpion crawled out from the glazed plate, climbed onto his finger, its tail raised, with the tip flashing a sharp and dangerous glint.

Inside the carriage, Feng Ju looked at the crystal-clear, bright phoenix-blood pendants on Murong Zhuo's earlobes and couldn't help smiling.

The Fish-Gut Sword, the Moxie Sword, the Dragon Abyss Sword, the Xuanyuan Sword, and other legendary divine swords were all forged in ancient China.

"Hehe, that's because you don't understand the situation. If you did, you would undoubtedly be just as helpless," Yang Wei said with a chuckle.

Shang Zheng reeled off flattery that hit all the right notes, and Yue Zhi'an smiled modestly. Shang Zheng became even more delighted while wincing in heartache at the slightly dimmed spiritual ginseng, while Ji Lingsheng remained silent.

Unable to withstand the intense acoustic pressure centered around Miku, most of the AST members were shot down to the ground.

Li Mo was speechless. Lord Fengyan was truly ruthless. To send Li Mo out alone at a time like this wasn't that just sending a sheep straight into the demon clan's mouth? Once he went out, would he even be able to return? Forget about not returning, would he even keep his life?

Looking at Lanyu's expression and feeling the fluctuations of those divine senses lingering around him, Lin Yuan's face showed a look of shame.

And the purplish-golden thunderbolts that continuously bombarded her were also swatted away by her, falling toward various directions along the Path of Transcendence.

After a long while, Shang Zheng's laughter finally ceased. Seeing him finally close his mouth, Ji Lingsheng lowered the hands covering his ears and took the opportunity to dig into them to check if any residual demonic sound remained.

Jun Yan slowly propped his upper body into a slanted sitting position, his head tilted upward while maintaining a leaning posture, trying to rest in the most relaxed way possible.

"Senior Brother Liu? Which Senior Brother Liu? You mustn't be deceived by the honeyed words of those bad men. Perhaps it's just a trap they set up precisely to make you grateful and lead you into their snare." Hearing her happily recount how she had been saved by a senior brother, Senior Sister Lin grew very agitated.

Thinking of this, Jun Yan naturally felt a deep sense of excitement; he was finally going to escape this painful experience.

Zhang Debiao, with no other choice, continued flipping forward. When he reached past the twentieth page, he suddenly stopped. Judging by the expression on his face, he had discovered something unusual.

The old man silently turned his head to look at Tang Jie. Tang Jie understood the cue, immediately backed out, and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

If such a steel wrench were to be swung unceremoniously onto someone's face, what kind of tragic consequence would that be?

Luoning Xuan stepped out of Old Madam Pei's courtyard and, lifting her gaze, caught sight of Pei Luo and Meng Jingxuan chatting idly in a nearby pavilion, unaware of what they were discussing.

Yinzhan changed into night clothes, took Fox along an unpeopled route, and headed straight for the Hall of Myriad Beasts.

Only, this time he couldn't write well; his handwriting was crooked and distorted, making Gu Feng intensely disgusted.

After early winter, a snowfall occurred. Zhao Junfang had originally planned to make a trip around Youzhou, but this early winter snow made it impossible for him to proceed, heightening his worry over the disaster victims' post-disaster reconstruction and production recovery. However, the purpose and effect of his inspection this time had already been achieved.

Thus, she found a giant tree five hundred meters away from the Longevity Divine Tree, leaped onto a branch, and sat cross-legged among the thick forks, deciding to first recover her consumed energy and stamina while using the foliage to conceal herself and avoid being discovered by the illusion killers.

"Perhaps she simply brought this thing over and placed it somewhere," Qin Ji frowned and said.

Some might ask why they didn't appeal to state power or the imperial court for assistance; could it really be that the Xinghui Empire lacked the capability to handle such a matter?

He was capable of casually bestowing Earth-grade magical treasures, yet Liang Xiaoyu claimed that the treasures and elixirs he obtained were merely one-tenth of what the "Pan Yun Cavern" possessed at its peak. Shen Feng drew a silent breath, marveling at just how much more affluent the foundations stored by cultivators in the Quasi-Immortal Realm must be.

Pondering Master Xinju's words, Shen Feng deeply agreed. Back in the era of his peak, the Demon God Emperor was a true immortal, and the Rat Demon King, one of his eighteen demon kings, was also a true immortal.

"My lord, this student has some questions for Chen Shenshi and her household servants, and humbly begs your lordship's permission," Su Wanfang requested respectfully and cordially.

"Oh my, Aunt Cui really didn't lie to me this time!" A sharp voice rang out, and the newcomer swayed her hips as she slowly approached.

Right above these people's heads stood an old man with completely white hair and beard, wearing a white Taoist robe embroidered with a Taiji diagram, suspended in mid-air with his eyes half-closed, watching the battle.

Messi cared little for such details; having finally slipped past the defense of Chiellini and Barzagli, he carved out an opening.

Dayong Vajra twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to bow and offer greetings to his master, but having already reached the limit of his physical and mental exhaustion, he fainted dead away.

"Oh my, Prince, have mercy!" Aunt Hong's piercing scream echoed throughout the entire Manchun Brothel.

Thus, the moment the ball crossed the goal line, everyone's expressions froze for a fraction of a second before giving way to excited smiles.

Gazing at the boundless starry sky, Aohuo happily spoke after a long while. This epiphany had allowed him to comprehend a great deal; many techniques and insights that had previously baffled him were all suddenly understood in this single flash of enlightenment.

Liyin sized up Zhenxing for a moment—he had the typical elfin appearance, exquisite and beautiful. In his own world, there were also elves just like him.

A portion of the Xiliang army remained outside the city to intercept the incoming Han army. Seeing the situation inside the city now, they found themselves unable to either advance or retreat.

Likewise, the moment a Conferrer's servant perished, Zhang Bainin was able to detect it immediately.

She had no idea that Jiang Wu's reward was a premeditated move; he wanted all the geniuses and prodigies present to know that the current Crown Prince valued talent above all else and was never stingy with the resources and treasures in his hands.