Chapter 57: Muttered Words

Yuan Dazhi was momentarily taken aback when he saw Lu Fei. He had seen Lu Fei’s photo in Ma Jucai’s possession, so he recognized him. Yet in person, Lu Fei looked even younger than in the photograph.

So it was him—the one who had claimed the Feng Shui of the Qianjia Building was inauspicious.

Yuan Dazhi’s gaze soon fell upon Lin Qingqi as well.

His face darkened. The little ghost he had given to Lin Qingqi had been destroyed. Now Lin Qingqi was with Lu Fei, which meant the Lin family had made their choice…

Even just outside the palace, the concentration of vital energy was several times richer than atop the surrounding peaks, though it still paled compared to within the palace itself.

Lucia and Una had also hurried to Wesley’s side, poring over the data reports that the military had analyzed and filtered before passing along.

In this place, the peonies flourished in full splendor, their magnificence suppressing the beauty of the other flowers nearby. Compared to them, the floral spaces formed by other blossoms seemed somewhat cramped and diminished.

Qin Shuang was a little stunned. In her previous life, when she opened her dantian, she had indeed drawn the attention of the heavens, but only three or five threads of fate had appeared. Now, however, they were so numerous as to be uncountable, densely packed in every direction.

Xiao Ran was the top basketball player in China, and now the reigning king of the NBA as well. Not only did many domestic fans travel to America specifically to watch him play, but countless Americans had also become his admirers.

With this information in hand, those venturing into this special secret realm in the future would avoid many needless detours.

The figure’s entire body was a mangled mass of flesh and blood, the face unrecognizable, as if the surface had been smashed in, but still the flesh squirmed, as if attempting to heal once more.

On the beach, one shield wall after another fractured, the Han army’s war horns sounded again and again, and the soldiers surged forward in a storm of shouts.

The Zhang family had long been a prestigious clan of the Northwest. During their rule, they had always protected the people under their governance. Though wartime necessities had forced them to levy higher taxes, their reputation remained remarkably good.

Sadly, no one answered Meng Xuran. The shadow guards who ought to have been watching the place were nowhere to be found.

Just as Liu Qingshan was rescued by Xiao Qingyang, a figure burst from the water near the island now submerged by the sea, rising to float on the surface.

One type was a brand’s directly operated store, another was an authorized dealership, and brands would list these separately—so, in popular terms, they were franchise stores?

“Next, I’ll demonstrate some qigong! Who would like to come up and assist?” Wang Yilin asked. Meng Fei raised his hand, saying, “I will!” Several others also volunteered to join the master on stage.

The man in the black robe was, of course, Bai Heng, leader of the Azure Dragon Gang, who had allied himself with “Heaven’s Calamity.” He was the inheritor of the Demon God Armor.

She had always been a lone wolf—wasn’t that exactly what suited her? Si Baiye lifted the corners of her mouth in a bittersweet smile.

She’d graduated from university, but her major had not been ideal; after two wasted years, she’d enrolled in vocational training.

Having finished speaking, he went to pull open the door of the wooden cabin. It wasn’t locked, and opened outward with the lightest touch.

Cang Shu looked around, discovering that the trees here were all bizarrely shaped, and between them stretched massive spiderwebs, one after another. “Survive in this ‘Jumanji’ jungle by using your own abilities!” The Soul Catcher’s voice echoed in Cang Shu’s ears.

The heart beat powerfully in Lin Feng’s hand. With a cold smile, Lin Feng squeezed—there was a crisp crack—and crushed it in his grip.

The two walked side by side to the suspension bridge. The bridge was narrow, just wide enough for a single person. By the dawn’s light, Lu Yun peered into the gorge below: the ground dropped away a hundred feet, with waves churning at the bottom. This, no doubt, was the Baishui River.

“Comrade Tukhachevsky, what do you think of this proposal?” Trotsky still did not immediately reject Frunze’s suggestion, but instead turned to ask for Tukhachevsky’s opinion.

As the two giants faced off in the square, three shadows darted forth silently to encircle them. On the left was Jinchajin, on the right Hulin Tekhan, and behind them Zong Zesi Ba—bear, tiger, lion, and leopard. Surrounded by these four beasts, the man in black was now as isolated and helpless as a stray dog.