Chapter Ninety-Two: Seventh-Tier Crystal Core, the Supreme Deity Investigates Closely

So that is how it is.

Qiao Jia nodded and glanced at Su Lin once more. Su Lin was still staring at her without blinking, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"It’s a pleasure to meet you, Su Lin."

Qiao Jia rose to her feet and said to him.

"Mayor, Linlin is still so young. How could she possibly—"

Su Xiaoran pressed her lips together in a smile, then was stunned to discover that Su Lin had actually reacted to Qiao Jia’s words.

His feral nature could no longer be hidden. He dragged her to the bar and pinned her there; her slender, fragile neck rested between his palms, and choking her to death would have been as easy as breathing.

Although Mu Xichen did not wish to do this, Yu Shiluo was pregnant now and could not be allowed to become emotionally agitated, so he went along with her wishes.

"Who is Ying Liqian?" Lin Feifei answered almost reflexively, her expression calm, showing not the slightest trace of guilt or tension.

Her slender fingers traced little circles over his chest, as if making a silent invitation.

"Thank you, Boss. Boss, you really are a good person." Compliments poured from Tang Huan’s mouth as though they cost nothing at all.

She had gone out of her way to seek out Grandma Leng, all so that she could attend tomorrow’s bid opening with Leng Jinhan, and this man’s utterly indifferent, even unsparing attitude dealt her a hard blow.

She knew that if he appeared as Mu Yuchen, he could not possibly remain there for long, but the identity of the Young Ghost was far too elusive to read.

Upon hearing this, Li Jing turned his horse around and laughed heartily. "Good!" In front of both Khagan Xieli and Khagan Tuli, Li Jing summoned a messenger and ordered him to relay the command to the Prince of Qin, telling him to lead his troops back. Roughly a quarter of an hour later, the distant army was seen slowly withdrawing, gradually disappearing from everyone’s sight.

But sitting in the bathroom like this was truly rather odd. Since she would not let go, Jun Moshen simply picked her up and carried her away.

Although Li Chengzong was somewhat arrogant, he was no fool; he knew Li Haochen was not someone he could afford to provoke. When he had just tried to seize Li Haochen, Zhang Han had suddenly appeared, pretending not to know him, and had even had his subordinates punch him several times.

"An actor? Hah! Are you some bumpkin buried in a grave for a thousand years?"

With one arm in a sling, Chu Sheng wore an expression of unyielding contempt.

If the two factions of the royal court were to go to war, Central Plains would naturally be delighted to sit back and profit. And if internal strife broke out within the royal court, then when the two countries went to war in the future, the odds of Central Plains winning would rise by several degrees.

Then the classmates gathered around all turned at once, their gazes converging on the lone poor soul who had been excluded.

This one was an even older race than the three great clans of dragons, phoenixes, and qilins: the fierce beasts. Before the demonic and magical eras came the dragon and phoenix, and before the great calamity of dragon and phoenix came the fierce beasts. Favored by heaven, the fierce beast race once swept across the primordial lands, unstoppable by any.

Now they were hardly inferior to any first-rate race, and with the suppression of their ancestral guardian, Black Tortoise, very few in heaven and earth dared to kill their way into their ancestral lands.

The first line of his skill was strategic deliberation: in war, it could completely eliminate civilian discontent, reduce all army upkeep costs to zero, and further increase the training speed of all military units by forty percent at all times, while cutting purchase costs by forty percent.

Purple Lady cast out a purple talisman, which transformed into a strange and alluring purple flower. With all her strength, she broke free of the restraints of the Xuanren formation and returned to Liu Yuanan’s side. Her pale face held no color at all, and the aura around her had grown so faint that she seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

"I understand." Hearing this, Xia Shiyu gave a slight nod, but made no move to step forward.

The moment they entered the room, they heard the sound of chess pieces striking the board. Though the room was not large, it was filled with tables, chairs, and chessboards, and packed with young players.

Nine Radiance was a famed sword of the Qin era, seven feet long and six inches wide. It had once been the weapon of the mighty warrior Wu Huo, but after Wu Huo met a violent death, Nine Radiance was lost.