Volume 1, Chapter 63: The Controlled Puppet

He slightly narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the seemingly frail yet sharply spoken woman before him.

"What you speak of is far too vague; how can I believe you? If you are merely stalling for time in a vain attempt to escape, you are barking up the wrong tree."

Liu Rushi’s heart fluttered with anxiety. This was the second time she had seen Tang Ge wear such an unpredictable expression. The first time had been tonight at the Chunfeng Pavilion, and the second was after they had seen Young Master Cheng off. Liu Rushi felt a certain dread at seeing him like this; she preferred to see him chatting and laughing with ease. Could it be that another unexpected turn of events had occurred?

"Hasn't the psychological counseling been yielding good results lately? What has happened now?" Yan Jingxi asked, puzzled. Although he could neither interfere in Shen Ruge's treatment nor inquire about the specifics, he had maintained contact with He Ru to stay informed of Shen Ruge's clinical progress.

To ensure that Fang and Razor could also understand, Liu Lang deliberately spoke in the Luzon dialect this time. This sudden pause struck fear into the hearts of Fang, Razor, and Scavenger, while also stirring a deep sense of indignation within them.

Watching Qin Qianying leave without even looking back, tears welled up in Shen Ruge's eyes and spilled over her eyelids. She did not want to be a burden to Qin Qianying; she hoped she could help him resolve many of his troubles. Yet, in the end, it seemed she had still done the wrong thing.

Not long after Mao Ritian drove away, the police arrived. Just as Dazhuang and his wife were beginning to recapture the mood from earlier, they were pounded on by the police once again.

Qin Qianying was moved by what He Moran said. At that very moment, Shen Ruge emerged from the bathroom holding a doll. Qin Qianying turned his head to look: Shen Ruge was dressed in a white slip dress, her hair wrapped up in a towel, revealing her fair, slender neck, while parts of her clothes were slightly dampened.

Yet, the instant the car drove in, the guarding soldiers felt the occupants inside looked unfamiliar, and it was already too late to stop them.

Shen Ruge looked around with curiosity, spinning this way and that like an inquisitive child. Mu Yunchen did not disturb her this time. He walked over to the inner cockpit and began operating the controls himself.

However, once she reached the living room, her face and neck flushed red, and Wei Xiulan turned her attention to the large-screen television.

Not long after he left, Fu Tingze found Ruan Mianmian sitting on the floor around the corner of the corridor, with blood on her hands.

The battle between Mu Yuncheng and Kamiizumi Iryu in Qingfeng Town had now reached a white-hot stage. Kamiizumi Iryu unsealed the manji mark on his forehead and tore away his outer robes, revealing the robust physique hidden beneath. None present, save for the Japanese, had expected that this seemingly decrepit old man could possess such a powerful physique.

The primary function of the Hidden Armory Cave nowadays was the storage of grain and weapons. Almost every week, Xiao Tianxing would come here to inspect it. He preferred the Hidden Armory Cave far more than the Lingtian Fortress above; it was warm in winter and cool in summer, and devoid of the blinding, glaring sunlight from above.

With such a ball of primordial creation energy, while it could not grant rebirth in the manner of an immortal official, it was nonetheless sufficient to keep Qin Ming perpetually at his peak state, allowing him to obliterate his foes three or five times over with ease.

"Of course we must preserve our useful lives to fight against evil demons and heretics." True to form, Feng Chen did not care much about what Jiang Han had said; he refused to believe that Jiang Han's cultivation level had already surpassed his own.

Who would have thought that while investigating the cause of Ling Hong's death, the Divine Realm would stumble upon and unearth the trio's deception of using Ling Hong's physical body to fabricate a falsehood.

Qin Ming could not help but let his mind wander: if he were to cultivate to the eighth layer of the Primordial Embryo stage, how would he weather his mortal tribulation? It would be fine if it simply meant severing the mortal ties of some unfortunate fellow, seeing as there were still a few distant relatives, but what if the tribulation fell upon himself? What should he do then?

Yet I knew deeply that Anmo City was the center of Xiliang, connecting five cities and serving as the sole gateway for Xiliang to enter the Central Plains.