Chapter 2551: Clues Have Long Been Laid Out in Front

The voice was very weak, but it was clearly not Dark Thirteen's. It must have been the pilot of the passenger plane.

"Never mind," Jiang Chen said, shaking his head. "I came to this dream realm to relax, and incidentally to see if there's a chance to find the magical treasures Li Xushen left in this world. What do other people's affairs have to do with me?"

Zhu Gongxin also confessed his feelings to her at the time, saying he had secretly loved her all along. He claimed he couldn't help but act against her because he liked her so much, and then he kept apologizing to her.

Back in his room, Jiang Chen's thoughts were on the incomplete king-grade cultivation technique, the Azure Dragon Longevity Art. He wondered if the system could use this incomplete technique as a foundation to deduce and optimize it into the legendary god-grade cultivation technique.

Speaking of the Holy Tree – no, it should be called Abathur – it perfectly aligns with the alien race's development philosophy.

"The big house in the city center?" Yaoyue's eyes flickered. "Whose name is on that house...?" she asked hesitantly.

Ye Feng's tea was incredibly hard to come by; even a few taels, let alone several catties, were extremely rare. If you wanted to drink tea, you could come to the teahouse and have a few cups, provided you could pay. However, buying tea leaves directly from Ye Feng was impossible.

Yaoyue pulled the dazed Yue Qishao outside. Seeing no one else around, she gave him a flirtatious wink. "Did you miss me?" she purred, then sensually swayed her chest, but only received an eye-roll from Yue Qishao in return.

A certain Ye staggered as he pushed open the door and scanned the room. He spotted Ling Luohan, who had arrived early, in the corner by the window. The beautiful girl was excitedly waving at Ye Feng.

Well, it was absolutely impossible for anyone to think Yaoyue had mistreated the old lady. After all, from the moment Yaoyue entered, the old lady had been inexplicably targeting her. In other words, the old lady said what she did simply to cause trouble for Yaoyue.

Two years ago, she was just an orphan with no parents and no one to rely on. Military Intelligence took her in and gave her food. In return, she had to undergo rigorous training and strive to become a qualified agent.

Huang Zhong came from a merchant family. To raise his social status, he had served in the military for seven years as a low-ranking officer. Later, after his father's death, he returned home to take over the family business. He now understood a lot about the Protectorate Army, knowing that an infantry regiment consisted of three thousand men. It was clear how much Xia Feng valued him.

The four strange figures simultaneously turned around, nodded, and then walked out of the Yuelai Inn, surprisingly no longer paying attention to Xiong Ti and Guan Muxue.

A smile reappeared on Yu Shuangshuang's face, a smile that was now filled with the aura of death.

Yang Lan let out a bell-like laugh. She also saw that the moment Yang Yuting's expression returned to normal, his lips curved slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

Parks roared. After the tank screeched to a halt, he skillfully and nimbly made the final adjustments to the gun barrel. His brow furrowed slightly as he pressed the firing button.

"How many mana cannons are there in the army?" Annelotte asked calmly, without answering Alexander.

Zhang Fei drove the car slowly forward. This time, he didn't encounter any further incidents. After bypassing the congested areas, he had already driven out of Qingzhou City.

"I hope those poor fellows don't bring trouble upon themselves," she muttered, though there was not much sympathy in Huofeng's tone.

"These outer disciples rarely see high-grade medicinal pills," Mo Qingcheng explained, discerning Chen Wei's thoughts. "They've all come to broaden their horizons and motivate themselves."

She had thought she would be happy forever and had made all her plans. After acknowledging Lin Dong and getting to know him better, she would introduce him to Rong Yue when the opportunity arose.

There were nine items up for auction this time, and these nine items represented nine opportunities to dine with Fuming Residence.

When Lunwei was planning this ceremony earlier, his biggest concern was that Shama, Song Lian, and others would disagree. Now it seemed he had done it right by inciting the ambitions of all the powerful nobles from the start, making them internally accept the idea of prolonging life. Using his influence to pressure them was absolutely the correct move.

But they could not accept being mercilessly slaughtered, because that was both terrifying and painful for them.

"Who told you to oppose me? Heh heh, September, didn't you often walk all over me? This time, let me see what right you have to pretend to be pure. Didn't that excellent man of yours praise you as being pure as ice and clean as jade?"

It was the hottest part of the day, and he was not very willing to be active outside under the scorching sun.

Enjoying the slightly moist sea breeze of Mumbai Port, Lin Lingdong swayed his wine glass and took out the prepared procurement list.

Knowing the family's situation, if his younger sister continued to fool around all day, he would have to make her return to Jiangling with him.

Di Jun and the others were even more delighted; after all, this was something that even the Eastern Emperor had not achieved when he established the Immortal Court.

The masked man breathed lightly, covering his chest with his left hand. It wasn't July who had injured him; July certainly wouldn't have dared to strike him. This injury was from a desperate strike by that shadow just before its death; he had underestimated it and was wounded by the shadow.

Su Lin'an didn't see Fu Lingyun that day, nor did she remember their meeting on Plum Mountain. She merely looked at the other person with unfamiliar eyes.

Sang Lin didn't want to hold back anymore! These guys wanted to snatch his primal spirit, and why wouldn't Sang Lin want to snatch theirs?

When he used to work in the capital, many companies were unwilling to hire locals during recruitment.

This wasn't Gong Yu exaggerating. This basement had existed before he took office, storing important research findings from decades past, as well as some inconclusive research. He also didn't know how many years' worth of historical data were kept behind that large, locked bronze door.

When it was first heard that Princess Shuchan was marrying into the Qin state, many people couldn't forget it for a long time. Even Bai Yan had heard of it. Princess Shuchan had an excellent reputation; not only was she beautiful, but she was also kind and intelligent, adored by the people of Qi.

Su Lin'an had lost her memory, so naturally, she wouldn't remember anything about lending a handkerchief. However, looking at the handkerchief, it did indeed seem to be hers.

No matter how excellent she was in other people's eyes, when compared to Xie Ruhui, the evaluation of Yang Ru would diminish to: "You're not bad either."

But the two, drinking their shochu, felt no cold at all. On the contrary, their bellies felt warm, as if a fire was burning within.

The villain wildly swung his saber, attempting to carve out a sliver of life for himself. But upon encountering the intense sword light, which surged with a rainbow-like momentum, despair welled up in his heart. Finally, he abandoned his large saber and rolled to the side. His brocade robes were covered in dust, and his expression was utterly disheveled.

Although the two only zoned out for an instant, Du Duo still noticed their focused expressions.