Volume 1, Chapter 49: Deviating from the Script

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Just as the city was swirling with tension and undercurrents, Chen Fan, Liu Yanran, and the others had already been brought to an abandoned factory outside the city walls.

Both Chen Fan and Liu Yanran had their hands bound tightly with ropes made of ox-tendon.

"Second, wake them up."

The speaker was a heavily-built, burly man radiating a dense, ferocious aura. One could tell at a glance that he was a man who lived by the blade and had numerous lives on his hands.

His left eye was a hollow, empty socket without an eyeball, left unmasked, which made him look all the more terrifying and gruesome.

The man called Second stepped forward, produced a small bottle, and waved it beneath the noses of Chen Fan and Liu Yanran in turn.

Before long, the three women fluttered their eyes open, while Chen Fan feigned regaining consciousness as well.

"This..."

When escaping the wolf's den by a hair's breadth through nine-death-and-reincarnation, there was even less talk of "luggage." At that time, the most important things were one's two legs; as long as one could still run forward, they could not stop. Whatever was needed—whether food or daily utilities—could only be scavenged from garbage heaps. Aside from his wolf-head dagger, he possessed nothing of any value.

If it were in the past, he certainly would not have believed it, but lately, many strange things had been happening in the forest.

Bull-Head was not one to pamper him. If he didn't give it up, they would simply take it by force. Besides, these things originally belonged to him—or rather, to put it more accurately, to *them*.

Therefore, in Ye Xinhuan's view, the original owner was not genuinely happy; it was far less exciting than when the villain later appeared and took her out to fight.

However, seeing that Zuo Lin had no intention of speaking up, Bing Mingxue naturally would not proactively bring it up.

"In other words, you're going to be very busy during this period and won't have time to go home with us?" Bai Shuqin caught the crucial point in Shangguan Xue's words.

Yao Xianling's "fine" was uttered with utmost helplessness. She had seen plenty of men in her life, but she had truly never encountered one quite like this.

Li Xinran dragged her exhausted body, hauled two large woven bags into the one-bedroom apartment she rented, dabbed her injured right hand with iodine, wrapped it simply in gauze, and brewed herself a bowl of instant noodles.

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They had already lost one direct descendant; if they were to provoke any more formidable figures, would they still be able to return alive?

Well, seeing Xia Yu's face written all over with "I really can't do this," Su Qiaoqiao knew that Xia Yu was truly a lost cause. The guitar and keyboard parts of this song were relatively difficult to pick up, so she definitely had to find someone who had studied them before.

"Where are you taking us?" After finishing breakfast, Bai Youming made Thirty-Two grow larger, and then, carrying them, flew toward the center of the forest.

In the darkness, the gaze of Wang Menglong, the commander of the Imperial Thorn Army, quickly shifted toward the side of Zhang Yun, who had caught a slight cold.

"Is there anyone capable of this?" Nan Jun continued to press. The three men below looked at each other in dismay, then stepped forward and dropped to their knees. "We are willing to serve the General!" the three said in unison. Standing to the side, Xia He also hurriedly expressed his absolute loyalty.

Throughout the world, he was probably the only one who could receive such a lavish gift and remain entirely calm and composed. Instead, the giver acted as though they had taken a massive advantage and looked deliriously happy.

"Wife, are you alright?" Seeing his wife beating her chest and stamping her feet, Father Li asked with immediate concern.

Accompanied by a piercing, shrill scream, the trunk and leaves of the zombie tree seemed to lose all their vitality, turning somewhat withered and dim. The trunk stopped writhing as well, and the remains within it were continuously squeezed out.

The look of disdain on A Jiu's face grew even thicker. The very next instant, his aura surged wildly, and the incomparably desolate space was churned up by his terrifying presence, howling like a hurricane and booming with thunderous noise.

"Everyone, prepare for battle!" Zhang Yun, the military strategist of the Imperial Thorn Army, issued the command to the soldiers below.

When Yu Linglong and her companion arrived, it was at the moment when the thunder was at its most ferocious. At that time, he was barely able to suppress it and was on the verge of the furnace exploding. Fortunately, the two arrived in time, managing to stabilize the situation.

The mighty and grandiose convoy of the Uyghur emissaries finally processed out of the city along Zhuque Avenue. The princess's carriage gradually blurred and vanished from sight. The heart that Li Heng had kept tightly clenched suddenly plummeted, feeling as though it had abruptly ceased to exist.

"What? We still have to hand over immortal stones?" Ye Feng was extremely astonished. Following this logic, aside from handing over a hundred immortal stones in the second month, if he had to hand over an extra ten on top of that, working himself to the bone would leave him with only forty lower-grade immortal stones a month. Wasn't this exploitation layer upon layer?

After being promoted to the team's starting lineup, Mu Yu was usually a bit wooden, and coupled with being completely clueless about computers, aside from being exceptionally skilled at League of Legends, he couldn't even download another game.

"Above the capital of heaven, which is above the thirty-three heavens, there is the Ziluan Heaven. Ziluan Heaven is an independent world space condensed within the Three Realms. Entering it is also quite easy, and I happen to know the method to enter," Li Xunhuan said as he passed the entry method to Ye Feng.

"Whether I'm boasting or not, we'll know once we compete. If you have a way to defeat the Moyang team, I have nothing more to say," Wang Kai said.

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Seeing that Ye Qingcheng did not care at all, Black Moon was instantly overjoyed and reached out to embrace her waist.

She also applied a layer of fragrance to her body, her hair gathered up and pinned in the center with a green hairpin, a green flying sword strapped across her back, causing Bai Yu from the side to frequently cast glances in her direction.

Within his Dantian, the divine pill spun rapidly, drawing in and absorbing vast amounts of primordial energy.

Bayan Ridge was not a true mountain range, but merely low, gentle hills. The center of the ring-shaped hill at the highest point was occupied by the Japanese invaders.

Having retrieved the Golden Man of Dijiang, Yun Hao put away the Hulei Zither, continued to sense where the malevolent aura was located, and prepared to head to other directions to capture the demon gods.

Chen Afu's maternal family was not here, so she had nowhere to go. Because of her pregnancy, Chu Hua did not dare to venture out in such weather. Thus, in the vast Yong'an Marquis Manor, there were only Chen Afu and her two children in the inner courtyard, and the old Marquis in the outer courtyard.

The night, with the moonlight veiled behind dark clouds, was exceptionally pitch-black and tranquil. Ye An'an's car was parked outside the villa, and she only felt that tonight was chillingly quiet.

Zhu Gui could only nod and say, "Alright, but where is he right now?" Fu Bo could be considered the most elusive chieftain on the mountain; even Chao Gai could not pinpoint his whereabouts, and only Wu Yong had a slight inkling, because Jia Yi, who was close to Wu Yong, was very familiar with such stealthy methods.

"I remember you saying that the previous one who wouldn't listen..." At this point, Ye An'an hurriedly covered her mouth and subconsciously glanced at Jiang Yicheng. Seeing that his expression remained unchanged, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

Rings upon rings of purple halo instantly spread outward from the purple stone tablet, pressing down against the giant waves.

"Nuan Nuan, if you want to cry out loud, just cry!" Huo Qixin gently patted Lin Nuan Nuan's back, his melancholic eyes overflowing with deep heartache.

"Hey, Nuan Nuan, you simply must honor us with your presence today." Tian Qin spread her arms to block Lin Nuan Nuan's path.

Early the next morning, Lady Wang and Chen Afu dressed and prepared themselves promptly. Both wore semi-new cloth garments, fastened their hair with wooden hairpins, and sat in the shop with Chen Shi, waiting. Around the beginning of the Chen hour, Uncle Qing drove the carriage over.

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