45 Choice

Two days had passed since Yao Yifei announced and put the regeneration fluid on sale. In these two days, Yao Yifei had been driven frantic with work; although the regeneration fluid had entered the stage of mechanized mass production, many matters still required her personal attention.

Upon seeing Leng Qianqian, a flash of greed appeared in Jin Minggui's eyes. When he caught sight of Liang Shan, a sarcastic smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he then walked toward Liang Shan, surrounded by his entourage.

The Heavenly Crystal layer regained its clarity once more, and the golden sunlight streamed through, casting a brilliant and radiant glow over the entire Sanctuary.

"This is consumer fraud, I am going to file a complaint," I said, pretending to reach for my phone to make the call.

"I know a lot because my master taught it to me. Just because I never told you about it before doesn't mean I don't know how," old Chen said as he got up and turned the lights brighter.

He was drawing closer step by step. Just as their hands were about to intertwine, the sudden sound of a gunshot pierced the tense hearts of everyone present.

At this moment, Wu Cong was acting as the interim captain of the guards. Following his orders, the guards raised their weapons and aimed them unanimously at Luo Mingjun.

The electricity had not yet been restored, and the hallway was pitch black. Ximen Jing used his mobile phone for light as he ran up to the top floor. Hearing the cursing grow clearer while the child's sobs had ceased, he thought to himself that the child had better not have been beaten to a pulp.

"I can testify!" Duan Xiyuan and Qian Baihao chimed in, echoing each other. What they said was indeed the truth, but it utterly dragged Yin Yuanzhong down into a catastrophic mess.

The dark shadow that entered the living room was none other than Ximen Jing. Slowly, he drew the straight blade from inside his tunic, holding it defensively in front of him. Apart from an old wooden table and two chairs, the living room was completely empty. The doors to the two bedrooms were ajar, and with no heating supplied, the entire apartment was as cold as an ice cellar, bearing no sign of human habitation.

Yet Shangguan Fei wore an expression that seemed to say, "I understand you, I know how you feel, there's no need to say more, everything goes without saying, and our minds are linked in perfect harmony." This left her speechless and her expression turning even darker.

Though she had been unconscious for the past two days, she knew deep down that it was this masked man who had saved her.

It was the third day since the Mongol army had pitched camp outside the city, and New Year's Eve had arrived. Fortunately, the Mongols showed no intention or action of launching an attack, and many people within the city finally realized that the New Year was approaching, stirring up a faint desire to make some preparations for it.

"Well, I've come to terms with it. Win or lose, at least I haven't been a failure as a person; no matter when, I always have a group of friends who care about me," Li Xueying said with a hint of pride.

Yu Rou glared at him. "Not much? This is getting something for nothing—he only invested one million taels yet gained so much, and he's still complaining."

The shadow guards had originally taken orders only from Jing Ye, but they also knew that of all people, Jing Ye cherished Lan Qingqing the most. Ordinarily, Lan Qingqing had the final say in everything within the Prince's Mansion, and following her lead on this matter would surely not be wrong.

With a single volley finished, the three of them immediately discarded the hunting crossbows in their hands, stood shoulder to shoulder, and pointed their long spears directly at the Sphinx.

He had originally been sleeping in this locust tree, only to find these few people rudely disrupting his afternoon nap.

While Qin Feng was still deep in thought, Xu Jinran continued his questioning, completely different from his demeanor over the phone. What kind of medicine was he selling in this gourd?

Upon hearing Suzuki Tomoko's scream, Inspector Nakamori asked what had happened. When he subsequently learned that Kido had stolen the Dark Star, he expressed even greater astonishment.

Gu Wanku talked to Ran Shaotang for a long time, but seeing no reaction from her, he suddenly remembered that her mouth was still stuffed with a strip of cloth. Examining her expression, he reached out with a hand like a ghost's claw and yanked the cloth strip out.

"Do you think those high-level cultivators care about those spiritual treasures!" Qi Huanhai said coldly once more.

"Heh, leaving aside whether the Daoist friend's words are true or not, such a high-risk endeavor carrying the threat of 'death' is something Daoist friend Lingyin should better refrain from meticulously arranging for someone like Dang in the future. You had better keep it for yourself, and therefore Dang does not dare to accept Daoist friend Lingyin's kind intentions."

As those words fell, the realm was filled with auspicious purple Qi, countless golden lotuses descended from the heavens, celestial music resounded, and an exotic fragrance filled the air. A trace of destiny descended upon Kong Xuan, elevating his status in the Xuanmen to be just below that of the sages and quasi-sages, with all second-generation disciples regarding Kong Xuan with utmost respect.

Within the tranquil bamboo forest, innate pure and light Qi drifted everywhere. Huorong sat upright upon the cloud couch, and seeing the Daoist Minghe step inside, he smiled faintly and rose to welcome him.

At this sight, realizing that Pang Tonghong intended to flee, everyone immediately intensified their attacks. However, his strikes were either parried or dodged by him, making it impossible to land a hit. Moreover, some individuals were reluctant to continue fighting him to the death, so they intentionally let him slip away.

Sherry could only glare angrily, showing her dissatisfaction with Gin. Naturally, Gin completely ignored her gaze.

That pitiful goblin, clearly hiding timidly in a corner, was repeatedly visited by countless imperial sons-in-law. To avoid dropping rare loot, players would deliberately make a detour just to slaughter it once. The number of times it died was roughly equivalent to the princess herself, making it the textbook definition of getting shot while lying down.

Was it just an illusion? Boss Huang actually caught a glimpse of a giant shadow of Bailan's true form amidst the terrifying purple flame furnace.

Aside from the surrounding camphor trees, there was a massive swamp right in the middle. Chen Bo knew clearly in his heart that this must be the legendary Black Wind Marsh.

On the airplane, everyone took their respective seats. In the dressing room, Ye Mu took off his costume, changed back into his suit, and spent some time removing his hairpiece.

"If I hadn't sought help from the immortal sects, would you people have come here?" Yue Mingchen wore a smile, but it was an utterly bloodthirsty one.

Ye Mu figured that although this absurd mix-up wasn't something he had asked for, he had ultimately benefited from it and usurped another person's body. For such an embarrassing mishap, he had no choice but to accept it.

During these days, she had not left the Demon God Palace for even a half-step. In truth, she had sensed something amiss when she previously scouted this place, but she had never been certain whether Mengji's soul resided here.

Had the head of the Gu family directly revealed her identity to everyone, she would have had to devise another way to muddy the waters of the Gu residence; yet as it happened, the other party simply treated her with utter disdain.

Stepping out of the company, Chen Bo looked blankly for a moment at the bustling traffic before him, then turned around, mounted his electric scooter, and returned to his rented room.