The First Assassin Hypothesis

For young people with such awkward personalities, it is necessary for them to first recognize the difference at their fingertips before engaging in conversation.

In his recollection, he felt Li Mo place a branch or a stick in his hand.

With heavy steps, the Ironwood Demon approached the group, ready to launch another attack; Jun Yan and his companions had no choice but to continue dodging.

Your husband was merely reincarnated, so all his power and everything he had at the time remained with him.

The monk roasting chicken was startled, dropping the chicken immediately and turning around to pull out a string of Buddha beads, each the size of a walnut.

She wrapped a drop of fresh blood in her spiritual energy and brought it close to the center of the cave door’s top. After gesturing with her hand for a moment, a beautiful rainbow light flashed across the door, which then opened.

She held the blade in both hands, her body leaning forward slightly. In the next instant, the Celestial Emperor appeared behind the masked man.

Tianyu chuckled, flicked away his cigarette, dispersed the smoke clinging to him, and vanished silently from the palace.

It was not only the destructive power of that sword but also as if the sword had weakened his ability to recover.

“Tired? Hell no, I’m more than excited. Chief Lin Zhong, please continue; I’m deeply concerned about intelligence regarding this matter.” No matter how hypocritical they were in daily life, when it came to this issue, no one dared to treat it lightly. After all, this concerned how long they could stay alive, and any falsehood was unavoidable.

Not to mention the accuracy of striking acupoints, the dirty towel that snapped the dry branch matched precisely the distance from the Shaoshang point to the Hegu point on his clenched fist, as if it had been measured. If it were a coincidence… damn it, there couldn’t be so many coincidences.

“Brother Lin Dao, you needn’t be so polite. Since I invited you into the team, I couldn’t possibly let you leave.” Chen Tian said earnestly.

Han Yue slowly extended his right hand, gently grasping as a jet-black blade appeared in his palm. Though the Blade of Godslaying seemed ordinary, it exuded a chilling aura.

Empress Lu immediately drafted a memorial regarding the return of Jiuyuan Commandery and sent it via the attendant to the Eastern Capital of Luoyang for Liu Bang.

Hong Kai shook his head; in fact, he had secretly bet five hundred thousand earlier, but his money was placed on the Car God, Ajing.

The Clouded Leopard Bean Roll, whose face was usually cold and indifferent, nodded with surprising intelligence when Qiu’er showed such understanding. It then elegantly stood up, shaking its outrageously beautiful tail, and leapt off the bed.

“Where do you live?” Jing Qing, sensing the awkward atmosphere and running out of things to say, could only pick such a topic. He had never asked about his home before.

“I don’t know you at all, so how could I not ask? What if I get fooled?” Jing Qing joked.

That ball of light, in the darkness where one couldn’t see their own hand, flickered like a ghostly flame, swaying and bouncing up and down.

The issue raised by Shangguan Jie indeed gave Chen Junyi a headache. Inferring the era of the mobile operators just from their technology, and then completing his own calculations—Chen Junyi himself felt this was somewhat irresponsible.

“As long as you defeat me, I swear I won’t harm him again.” Frodo considered this a promise.

Sui Tong could no longer move; a sense of weakness and a body screaming in pain made her feel as though her body no longer belonged to her. Her upper and lower eyelids were fighting, and she didn’t know which would finally touch forever.

Zong Tao had thought that with so many people, retreat would be inconvenient. He and Feng Hanmin had smoke grenades for cover, making withdrawal easier. Unexpectedly, Ding Dayong misunderstood. Zong Tao shook his head lightly, not daring to persuade further.

Jian E was furious at once. Even if he was a Seal Master, how strong could one at such a young age be? His muscular body dashed like lightning; in a few breaths, he appeared before Jing Chuan, swinging his fists with a whistling sound, aiming fiercely at Jing Chuan’s face.

Once inside the outer region of Lingzhen Peak, travel became much smoother. All encountered mysterious beasts were at the Spirit Martial level. Qin Xiao was completely unafraid and rushed straight ahead.

Just as Feng Hu got off after receiving the call, Su Chacan, who had been hiding in the battered Rolls-Royce Phantom ravaged by Zhao Zilong and refusing to get out, received a call that started buzzing wildly.

He was anxious to maintain control, but his years of unchecked arrogance had spoiled him, leaving him with a habit of underestimating others and acting rashly.

Ma Bin and the bald-headed man respectfully ushered Xia Fan and his group into the office. After Ma Bin briefly introduced the situation, Xia Fan, surrounded by the others, hurried to the conference hall.

Zheng Lan first called the police, then instructed the security at the door to throw Zhu Huanming out. There were very few people as arrogant as He Yue had seen; if such people weren’t properly dealt with, they would only become even more outrageous.

Shi Zhenqiu was also seeing the company logo for the first time. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curl up.

What if the Lightning Knight kills the Sea King? Then Atlantis would demand international peace and call for the killer’s surrender. Would the Lightning Knight not go willingly to his death? Not showing up would be a violation of world peace and incur condemnation from people everywhere. If he pushed things just a bit, the Lightning Knight would be forced to accept death.

If it were an ordinary PD invitation, Shi Zhenqiu would have refused without hesitation. But now, the director himself had spoken, making him waver.

A scruffy man with a full beard, a native of Huaxia, sat in the middle of a pile of paper, concentrating on his painting. He looked just like an elegant artist.