Volume 1, Chapter 22: Lin Beiye Awakens

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Someone who does not compromise their duties for the sake of bribes can already be considered an honest official—though being an honest official does not mean one cannot have personal goals and aspirations.

Redwood, symbolizing longevity, is one of the most beloved woods among the elderly, while red sandalwood is prized as the most precious of all. Combined with celadon porcelain and copper-rimmed accents, it becomes a truly unique masterpiece.

Thinking of the terrifying power the Ant Queen erupted with, I realized that if Hu Meiniang were to become that strong, I would no longer be qualified to be her master. However, since I intended to keep her by my side, I decided to take the risk, guided by the principle of trusting those you employ and employing those you trust.

"I didn't expect Young Master Lu to be here too!" Yun Xi's eyes shimmered, clearly filled with admiration for him.

Yao Yue did not stop me; she simply sat quietly in her seat. I felt her gaze grow dim, carrying an indescribable emotion—a blend of sorrow and helplessness.

At this moment, A'lian was sitting at the gate of Red City Castle, basking in the sun. Her hair was braided into a long whip, giving her a uniquely charming appearance.

She was like a lotus rising from the water, like a lily emerging from the mud, possessing an aura that kept others at a distance.

"Alright, let's get back to business. Move the personnel over. Fighting in the street sounds quite good; there should be plenty of reporters. Everyone, dress sharp—we’re going to be on television." The Mad Apothecary smoothed the hair over his bald spot.

Richard swept his spear, repelling Hel once again, though Hel attacked relentlessly. In the dark temple, Richard’s eyes were filled with shadow energy, allowing him to capture even the slightest movement from Hel.

Richard and Freya spoke further, their exchange on various matters earning continuous praise from those around them. Even Primatis’s eyes revealed a look of genuine respect.

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Chen Bo marveled inwardly; the methods of his inner demon were both within the realm of possibility and yet completely unexpected.

Fang Yu found it strange, utterly inexplicable. Although he was quite irritated, he thought it over and decided to finish what he started, kneeling down to help the old man put on his shoes.

The black wooden box, which had refused to open despite all efforts, snapped open with a "pop," and a beam of white light flashed from within.

Finally, the first breach was made in the iron gate as a pair of monstrous, arm-thick spikes punched two holes through it. Old Wang fired the first shot, sending the bullet straight through the gap between the two holes. The sound of the bullet piercing flesh was clearly audible, yet there was no agonizing shriek.

The jar shattered the moment it hit the hot oil, revealing the figures of two ghosts. Unable to even stand in the scalding liquid, they screamed as they dissolved bit by bit, eventually being fried until not even a scrap remained.

Hugo was quite pleased that Milan was currently in such a mess. Even though Galliani was a master of diplomacy, Berlusconi behind the scenes had lost much of his interest in football. The passion he once had, fueled by Hugo’s persuasions, had returned to normal, and Berlusconi’s support for the team was now limited to mere lip service.

After passing through the stone cave, the group arrived in a new world where various buildings occupied the mountainside, with many Mohist disciples moving among them.

Judging from the map, the opposing bottom lane duo had not reappeared since returning to base to resupply. It was highly likely they hadn't returned to push the lane, but had instead chosen to come to the top lane to pinch the Fiora.

The silver wolf, unable to dodge in time, was struck squarely in the head. Its thousand-pound body flew through the air and slammed into the stone wall with a boom, leaving a deep indentation. Spiderweb-like cracks spread outward; after wailing for a moment, it struggled to the ground, losing its ability to fight for the time being.

In the dark cellar, the brilliant light from the Fiery Golden Eyes nearly blinded them, while simultaneously giving them a glimpse of Li Yu's true capabilities.

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Just as Weiss was focused on growing a new arm, he saw a sword plunge down from directly above his head. His soul nearly left his body in terror. He tried to command his own sword to parry the strike, but the overwhelming aura of the holy weapon left him sluggish for a split second.

"You interrogated Feng Qigong?" Wen Qidao swept his gaze over, his expression calm, yet his eyes held an underlying hint of malice.

Even so, the two didn't say anything more, simply pushing their luggage cart toward the exit. At this moment, their hearts were entirely focused on getting out quickly to see the man waiting to pick them up.

"Get out of the city first." Gao Jun, sitting in the passenger seat, felt a sense of crisis permeating the air. He looked up toward the west, where the Baluntu government building stood; the gunfire echoing from that direction was piercingly sharp.

That night, the moonlight was cool as water, the weather neither too cold nor too hot. Mo Weiyi was lying on a swing, enjoying a rare moment of peace and leisure, swaying gently.

The colossal white snake transformed into its true form, shielding the farmer and absorbing the full brunt of the lightning strikes, before turning and swallowing the old Taoist priest whole.

Ma Wangdong felt the same way, but he dared not say much more now; after all, he realized that Li Yu was no ordinary person.

Sun Yingchen walked inside. Near the window sat Chen Juan. She wore a woolen hat and a brown overcoat left open, revealing a sweater of an unrecognizable brand. She was quietly sipping coffee.