Chapter 69 Searching for Pottery Clay

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At that moment, Fang Zhe glanced at Chen Kun, who wore a cold sneer on his face. Clearly, he too had received the secret voice transmissions from the three Nascent Soul stage cultivators outside.

Before Wei Lan could finish speaking, a flying blade zipped through the air like a shooting star. This time, instead of embedding itself into the car seat, it pierced directly into Xia Jie's right arm.

He Yining stared wide-eyed at Li Yunze, her lips trembling incessantly as a complex mix of surprise and confusion washed over her—in short, a multitude of emotions entangled in an instant.

Holding the meal box, she entered the room. Without having received a text message from Gu Bechen yet, she curled her lip, opened the meal box first, and froze upon seeing the dishes inside.

Only a former Chairman of the State could possess such connections, knowing more than General Qian and General Zhou.

This time, the reason Laze came to America was simply because the Ancient One had paid a sufficient price, which was why Laze agreed to help. Of course, should he encounter a legendary creature with decent strength, Laze might also consider whether to absorb the other party's abilities.

The giant python knew nothing of the resolve to sever a wrist to save the arm, nor did it possess the gecko's ability to shed its tail for survival. If the creature truly dared to make the decision to discard a part of its body, Han Yun would not admire its heroism and decisiveness; instead, he would gloat over its dying struggles and revel in the massive blood loss.

Zhao Di glanced at the pile of firewood nearby. Aside from the first day of reopening, they usually gathered a bit extra to leave out and dry, which at least saved some time when lighting the drying fire.

The core purification method possessed by Cao Min was also brought up for discussion in the meeting. In fact, Chairman Yuan had already acquired this technique and had it tested by his own researchers, concluding that it had side effects.

This was just as well. Although the bloodline of an ancient fierce beast was astonishing, it still fell within the realm of understanding. Since it could be detected, it meant it had existed before. By using this as a signboard, he could command attention without being treated like a monster.

"My life is over!" As soon as Tian Sanhu's wife saw her husband arrive with both human and physical evidence present, what else was there to say? All the pre-arranged arguments and brawls she had prepared to refute him were long cast to the winds. With a shudder, a warm stream trickled down her legs; she had literally been frightened into incontinence.

Wu Tao pulled out a pair of pitch-black shackles and fitted them onto Zuo Dongni's ankles, followed by a pair of black handcuffs on her wrists. Amidst a series of rumbling, dull thuds, an armored personnel carrier drove over from nearby. The group escorted Zuo Dongni aboard and left the Jingxi Grasslands under the cover of night.

Lin Dong's expression remained calm, his body unmoving. The sword Qi from the white-robed young man, upon reaching within a radius of several zhang around him, met an invisible barrier and automatically vanished like smoke.

"What did you say? He won't wake up?!" I grabbed the doctor by the collar, only to realize the next second how uncomposed I was. I hurriedly let go and apologized to the physician.

However, the doctor glanced at the chaotic office and decided to inform the patient's family about the condition tomorrow.

Ye Fei reached out, unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, and took a sip. He found the water exceptionally sweet, tasting better than any bottled water he had ever drunk before. Subconsciously, he picked up the bottle to look at the label: Baisheng Spring.

When the last corpse was tossed onto the mountain of bodies, the bruised and battered Xia Tianxiang walked up to the side of the corpse pile. Without saying a word, he simply knelt down and kowtowed three times so heavily that everyone present heard every single thud, before turning around and walking toward his home without ever looking back.

Joining the newly constructed warships with the seven-storied vessels anchored on the sea, the Ziyun Guild's fleet finally regained a semblance of scale, no longer consisting of just a sparse few ships as it had over the past few days.

After a brief eight-word incantation, the miraculous power of the Great Wish Spell froze the crumbling spirit corpse, and then forcefully extracted a phantom of the star spirit from it.

Xia Yunzhi expressed her displeasure, but deep down she had already acquiesced. Thus, finding it hard to retort without feeling a guilty conscience, she could only offer a few stiff words of rebuttal.

Xinzhu could not help but feel puzzled. Her Ladyship ought to be overjoyed; everything was going well right now, so why wasn't she happy?

"It's nothing." Finally having a secure residence and no longer needing to travel long distances, life had stabilized once again, and Jiang Nuan's morning sickness was gradually fading. After living in the annex of the Imperial Preceptor's Manor for over ten days, although she was still quite frail, her complexion was no longer deathly pale and she looked much healthier.

Reaching the room where Fang Ziwei had lived when she was confined to the Cold Palace,阮绵绵 threw Chen Bo onto the floor. Standing against the wind, Ruan Mianmian stared down at Chen Bo, whose face had already turned ashen.

This was not merely a matter of an increase in numbers... Timur mused to himself. Yet how could he ever comprehend the fearless spiritual strength demonstrated by Aguiyi and the others for the liberation of their nation?

"Such breathtaking courage!" Hearing such news, countless people could not help but admire them to the utmost.

"What are you spouting nonsense about again? You aren't even looking at who's here." Zhimiao gave a soft, reproachful huff. At this moment, her delicate face was flushed; although not drunk, that lingering three-tenths of intoxication made her look breathtakingly lovely and charming.