Chapter 121: Retribution
Ao Xi had indeed intended to lie low for a while. After all, being a detective was quite different from being a patrol officer, and he truly wanted to take some time to learn the ropes. Otherwise, he could have simply tossed his medals onto the desk, which would have at least caused a stir. But now that Galen had discovered the truth, there was little he could do; his service record was impossible to hide, the registration staff wouldn't keep it quiet for him, and Galen, as his superior, had the authority to access it. Being promoted early wasn't so bad, I suppose.
On this day of mourning before the spirit tablet, Xi Yue naturally knelt ahead of Qing Ying. The Lady Fucha did not utter a single word, yet she treated the Lady Gao with more courtesy than usual. Those in the hall were experts at reading the wind and shifting their sails; in an instant, they shed their astonishment from the day before and treated Xi Yue with even greater reverence.
Along the way, the monsters did not attack me; instead, they appeared quite respectful.
"Cut the crap! I have business with you, and if you dare hide a single word, I’ll slaughter your entire family," Ge Niu roared. Damn it, what kind of trouble had this bastard gotten himself into?
"Damn it, what the hell is going on?" Long Ao threw his phone aside in a rage, a sense of unease beginning to gnaw at him. Had Yu Zhen played him for a fool, or had that guy run into trouble on the road?
"Don't worry, even if I held a deep grudge against him, I would never do something like that," Li Yan said to Qin Qiong.
After buying the tickets and boarding the bus, the vehicle set off a few minutes later, once the tickets had been checked.
Caught in a dilemma, Qing Xi looked at Mo Tong’s bewildered expression, then at the gazes fixed upon them from the auditorium and observation deck. He had no choice but to awkwardly raise his left hand, signaling for Mo Tong to take the stage.
"Two Saint-level entities, and we only have five thousand men. This is going to be difficult," the staff officer said cautiously.
Even if Hua Ye Zhenxiang hadn't produced a flashlight or said those words, Lin Feng would have sensed it. While crawling, Lin Feng had reached out to touch the tunnel wall and discovered that one side wasn't dirt at all, but solid stone, which meant the tunnel had been carved directly into the mountainside.
She saw the vast, misty clouds and rising purple vapor within the Purple Bamboo Grove of the South Sea. She descended from the clouds and arrived instantly in the grove, heading toward the Sound-Tide Cave, where the Bodhisattva Guanyin resided.
The poles of the moon are different. At the South and North Poles, there are vast regions that never receive sunlight, keeping the temperature permanently below minus 33 degrees.
There are some people who possess a certain magic—even upon a first meeting, they can stir the emotions of everyone around them.
Bai Bing did not answer, for she had already lost consciousness. Her lips were dry and cracked, and her body was severely dehydrated; it seemed that the fire alchemy of Li Yue wasn't just simple burning, but a direct extraction of moisture from human cells.
A man dressed in official robes, his face like fine jade and his eyes like stars, was gazing at her with deep affection. Who could it be if not Gu Yanzhao?
In fact, the Pure Yang Fire was the perfect counter to the spider webs being spewed out. In the blink of an eye, several clusters of golden flames appeared in mid-air and began to spread.
She did not want to be a sinner in the eyes of the Su family, ruining their son and causing strife between mother and child.
Therefore, it was essential for Heinz to understand his impression of German capital before they prepared to cooperate.
Since it was the middle of the year, everyone was free, and even He Chaoqiong had returned, with the exception of Sophie—the annual Fashion TV Supermodel Contest was about to begin. This year, she had chosen the location to be Li Chen’s Federer Castle in Bremen, West Germany.
"Jack, everything alright over here?" Yu Shan glanced at the pharmaceutical furnace in operation and couldn't help but ask.
For this reason, he had always used various methods to stay informed about the high-level circles in Shangjing City and even across the country, so he knew far more about Zheng Mengting and her family than Wang Haoming did.
In the past, if Wei Rong was unhappy or dissatisfied, she would make a scene, but now she remained quiet—perhaps because illness had sapped the strength for such outbursts.