Volume One, Chapter 65: Senior Brother's Terrifying Connections!

Qin Bao looked at Murong Lin’s ingratiating manner and mocked, “You say it’s a misunderstanding, but I don’t think so.”

“It really is a misunderstanding.”

Murong Lin, terrified that Qin Bao would act recklessly, cast a pleading glance at Wang Caiwei and hurriedly said, “Cousin, we’re family. Are you really going to stand by and watch your cousin fall into trouble? I won’t bother you again, just help me this once.”

Before the match, the organizers deliberately sought out the players of Team Aake to record a video, mostly for the pre-game trash talk segment. Perhaps aware of Chinese customs, knowing few Chinese would be overly arrogant, the officials chose to first approach the Korean team for filming.

But Lin Yi had always stayed loyal to Spark, whether it was strong or weak. Not once did he entertain the thought of leaving.

Wei Du thought Chen He would be displeased at his moving in, but to his surprise, Chen He merely glanced at Wei Du’s makeshift bedding and then lay on the bed without another word.

The contestants who entered this forbidden forest instantly became alert, unhesitatingly seeking concealment and blending into the jungle as if they weren’t even there, revealing not the slightest hint of hostility.

Maodou Dou tried hard to suppress her nerves, gently cradling Gu Zixin’s head, enduring, feeling.

Strictly speaking, anything she needed could be handed over to him. Yet he still asked such childish questions—clearly a novice in the workplace.

Moreover, we suspect he might have an accomplice, possibly with electronic devices similar to ours. Wang Feng nodded, “What’s the basis? Surely not just a guess.”

Those columns of light, condensed with immense energy, at Su Wanchen’s low shout, swept into the void and then burrowed into the vague shadow of the demon god.

Now, her hands were finally unburdened, and no gesture of gratitude toward such a benefactor could be too much.

The Kong family couldn’t discern it, but Mama Liu could. The eldest girl, intentionally or not, pushed the second girl forward. Her earlier remarks were mere perfunctory responses; in the end, the eldest’s words thrust her directly into the eye of the storm.

Fengtian’s words successfully enraged the old man in the scarlet robe. His face turned icy, and his gaze at Fengtian no longer held the calm of before, replaced now by cold murderous intent.

For the sake of comfort and convenient training, Zhou Tong even personally designed modifications during the renovation.

“Everyone wore sunglasses before, so why were they removed that day?” Yan Xinyi asked, puzzled.

“My friend Xiang Kun has already gathered some clues. Lu Yaocheng was in the capital before coming to Zhijiang, but from the start of his business, he targeted Zhijiang. His family’s enterprises are all in the capital—no one knows why he insisted on coming here.” This was a fact Wen Luan couldn’t understand or explain.

His wife wasn’t exactly unfaithful during marriage; over time, both had been prepared for divorce, so neither paid much attention to their feelings.

They had all awakened; their intelligence was relatively high. Liu Huajun’s main intention was actually to have them participate in the construction of the Fortune God statue.

That girl had spent every night lately in the workshop, locking the door and barring entry. No one knew what she was tinkering with.

Even so, it took a tremendous effort and cost to eliminate those three fire element creatures.

All the information in Flender’s hand was complete—except for the page on Li Xuan’s martial soul, which was blurred and unreadable. Left with no choice, Flender had to swallow his pride and ask.

With that, he turned to go into the shop. But Yan Xin, having finally built up the atmosphere, didn’t intend to let the reluctant Boss Zhen off so easily.

“And I also know that his purpose in coming to Jizhou is to meet a feng shui master, because his family’s ancestral grave has a problem,” Zhao Fengyao said.