Chapter 62: The Robbery Plan, Gujiao City

A person driven mad by poverty is capable of anything.

Though Qiao Jia was not human, this was precisely her state now.

She had no intention of killing the vampires of the Morton family—she simply couldn't win. Still, she could scheme a little, perhaps rob someone with a clever trick.

Upon returning to the town, the ghosts gazed at Qiao Jia with deep reverence. If their attitude toward her before was one of courtesy, now it was pure adoration.

After giving her instructions, Shangguan Qianyu walked out with slightly heavy steps, an uneasy feeling stirring within her, as if she had brushed the edge of the truth. Yet, she was a little afraid to face it.

“It’s clear you’re determined to have Qingxue. But if you want my help, you need to show me your value. For example, the secret of Linxiang Pavilion. And your uncle’s affairs.” The Shadow Spirit, versed in gu poison, naturally sensed something was amiss with this steamed bun. Meanwhile, Gu Chen, using Xiao Muning's identity, had frequent dealings with the Lin family.

These past few days, she had been eating and living with Marquis Xiahou, and she felt her strategy of persuading him to take her on a trip was utterly correct.

Song Zheng watched Michelle return to her red sedan, her eyes filled with cold mockery.

An Mian took out her phone, only to find there was no signal, not even an internet connection, unable to do anything at all.

Helpless, she knew she simply wasn’t cut out for this. Before she could present her treasures to the children, she simply gave up.

His mother had always said, when judging a person, first observe the attitude of those around them towards her. Then, from the person’s demeanor and bearing, infer their general identity.

Around eight in the evening, Lingquan had just delivered dinner to Commander Zhan at the hotel. Zhan Yuan hadn’t had time to eat yet when his phone rang.

“To help me feel at ease.” She never had much sense of security; as a friend, Xiao Sheng and Luo Tianqing understood this well.

Gu Xintong pressed her lips together, ultimately not resisting, casting a guilty glance at Jin Chendong, hoping he would understand.

Sword Dust was at the immortal level; how could Bear's sneak attack possibly succeed? Before Bear even got close, Sword Dust sent him flying, a flying sword embedded in his chest, crashing to the ground, blood in his mouth, instantly unconscious.

“The Black Dragon Society—how dare they? They actually set their sights on Li Ai.” Jiang Huairen said in a low voice, his hatred for those who dragged others into trouble evident. The Black Dragon Society’s actions crossed Jiang Huairen’s bottom line.

“Heaven’s will is calculated by the heavens. As for human hearts, I am no match for your earthly calculations,” Shen Tianxin replied.

In every internal contest and trial within the Azure Lotus Dojo, Liu Haiyu was always the one who never lost; first place was his permanent title.

Inside, it was pitch black, as if nothing existed. But as the door closed behind him, the surroundings suddenly lit up. Zhang Tian looked around, realizing he was on a large arena—this device apparently contained its own space.

“Auntie, please tell me, where did you get this golden talisman?” Jiang Huairen asked again. He already understood that the villagers of Ding Family Village were unharmed entirely because of the golden talisman. This was no ordinary charm; Jiang Huairen couldn’t fathom its secrets.

Ellen smiled faintly, “Of course, we don’t want the Talisman Sect to face suppression from Feather Emperor. After all, it’s too close. Sect Leader Ling, do you have time recently? Could you come to Europe for a meeting? The Sorrow Church would like to speak with you—you know, his identity can’t appear in Huaxia.”

King Bear strode forward toward Dog Tsuro, “I told you, I would twist your head off.” With those words, his five fingers splayed, strength surging, reaching for Tsuro's head. If that claw struck, Tsuro’s head would surely be relocated.

This was the largest-scale battle Xiao Ruo had experienced since Dan Yang led troops northward, and the spoils captured were the richest yet.

He remembered Haiwa once told Qin Zhao and the others the legend of Dragon Lake: the story said Dragon Lake was formed when a heavenly dragon died, the lake seven miles wide and seven thousand seven hundred long. Both dimensions were calculated in ancient units.

After Yao Minzhi gave a signal, Dou Dou was taken away. Shang Qi felt a sudden, inexplicable worry, but said nothing.

In the hidden continent of Nightmare, in the dark lands, countless demon clans were gathering from all directions, preparing to invade the Dreamland of Immortals, waging war and slaughter. It was said there were many races there, and cultivation could break through tranquility.

Merely mentioning the flavor at the start of the story isn’t enough. When narrating events, you must repeatedly refer to that chart.

Liu Yihang finally understood where Qin Ting’s commanding presence came from. The medical corps in the army—those people were much tougher than here. After serving there, coming to the epidemic control department, even if not effortless, at least most problems weren’t too hard.

As expected, once these words were spoken, the martial cultivators who had been restless instantly fell silent. The previously boisterous scene became deathly quiet, only heavy breathing lingering in the air.

“Boss, what are you thinking?” Shadow, cigar in mouth, came to the deck, gazing at Ling Jingyu who leaned against the railing, smiling faintly.

Next, the British geopolitical scholar Parker divided the geopolitical process into “two processes”: the standard geopolitical process and the alternative geopolitical process.

It turned out, when Liu Guodong and Su Gong consummated their marriage, it was at the Bambahang forest farm. One night of wild passion, and the next morning neither could get out of bed—they slept until ten, waking groggy. Lin Zhumin kept this in his hand, and whenever he remembered, he mocked Liu Guodong for it, never missing a chance to tease him.

Dang Xiong was furious. Now, Li Wei, the dog he had raised, had become a tiger, out of his control. Yet, in Li Wei’s territory, he couldn’t lose his temper. “I await your good news.” With that, he left the council chamber with his bodyguards.

Not only was the royal land struck dumb, nearly every player in the chat room was stunned. An unknown player, silent throughout the entire auction, suddenly made a leap to 1.8 million, a bid that shocked everyone.

Ji Wuxie, famed as the foremost of the Evil Sect, one of the rare swords in the world, praised even by his master Yan Jiutian, was unable to even unsheath his sword before Qin Yi. This was highly unusual.