Chapter 121

After Prison, I Reached the Pinnacle of My Life A sapling grows into a flourishing forest. 1867 words 2026-04-01 03:03:41

Within a single day, the FBI conducted an extensive investigation, concluding from the bullet traces left behind the previous day that there had been a total of six snipers who attacked Chen Zhiming.

"You're not much better yourself, all bundled up in black like an owl," I muttered under my breath, loud enough only for myself to hear. If it weren't to get close to Oulaiye, I wouldn't bother with him at all.

Countless Great Shamans cast sly glances at Xuanwu, who was lying beside Xingtian E, and their raucous laughter suddenly grew several times louder.

With a single order, the great army assembled. The Jin State, with over two hundred thousand troops, bore down upon them within a matter of days—truly a case of dark clouds looming over the city. The peace treaty was rendered void, and the Zhao Emperor, gripped by panic and instigated by Qin Hui, adopted a strategy of relying on the terrain to hold the enemy outside the gates—in plain terms, simply waiting to be beaten.

Although the true culprit was unknown at the time, when Yi Qingyang’s body was later recovered, his hand was tightly clutching a scrap of fabric. That fabric was not of a type owned by anyone who had lived in the Forbidden Land of Auspicious Clouds for centuries; it must have belonged to those two who had just arrived.

Cao Huachun watched the unnervingly calm face of the Chongzhen Emperor, who stared straight back at him, as if trying to discern his hidden thoughts.

After the flickering of countless lights, and amidst the gaze of the crowd, Chen Zhiming emerged holding Mariah Carey’s hand, the brilliant radiance immediately illuminating them both.

"Hmph, you’d better be quick about it. Don’t keep Brother Yang waiting, or you’ll be in for it!" Having said this, Biaozi tossed his head back and swaggered away with a pompous gait.

The deafening cheers for Kong He lasted for several full minutes before gradually subsiding, finally allowing the host to finish what he had been saying earlier.

Upon hearing this, the five commanders did not hesitate. A powerful aura instantly surged forth as the true strength of the Ancient Great Demons was finally unleashed; they were determined to break through the formation.

As Lan Lin took his seat and placed his hand on the crystal ball, Elder Qiusheng, acting as the chief examiner for these third-round trials for the second time, gave the order, and all the candidates entered the world of "Choice."

Suddenly, a red light flashed between the old man's brows, threatening to spread across his entire body before bursting forth.

When they first arrived in the Immortal Qin Star Domain, they were discovered by the great clans and sects, who immediately hand-picked those with good aptitude and took them away.

The two slowly turned back to find Ye Qiu appearing behind them, accompanied by the three youths they had intended to plant as pawns.

They rose with a long whistle, turning the firmament into their battlefield. With no one from the Red Heaven side to stop them, the clash resounded through heaven and earth. As the battle raged, the four directions were thrown into chaos; the streams of brilliance dancing across the sky drew the gaze of countless onlookers.

A figure approached from the distance, not running, but merely walking with light steps, reaching the group in just a few breaths.

"Before I get hacked into eight pieces, accompany me to the supermarket to pick up some things!" Mu Chendong commanded Bai Yueguang.

Qian Mingfu had already pulled up a number, ready to call for people to beat Mu Chendong, but upon hearing him accurately list every symptom he was suffering from, his finger froze.

Seeing that the medicinal meal had taken full effect, Mu Chendong immediately purchased the "Soul-Bewitching Technique" from the system to begin controlling his target.

Ye Fan shrugged; although he couldn't understand it, he had been acquitted, which meant he could go back to picking up girls.

"Imperial Uncle, you..." Bai Mo frowned in displeasure. He was clearly forcing him! Did his Imperial Uncle not realize how cruel it was to make him issue this imperial decree himself?

By the time she woke, it was nearly noon. Rubbing her heavy eyes and yawning lazily, Mo Xiaoran leaned foolishly against the headboard, half-asleep and muddled, clearly not yet fully conscious.

Following this, the Tiger King lunged forward, extending a front paw in a fierce "Tiger Plucks the Heart" strike toward Ma Qingfeng’s chest.

Nangong Jinchen’s remark about "handling the matter impartially" caused the wet nurse’s expression to change. She knew she had done nothing out of line, but Nangong Jinchen’s choice filled her with dread, leaving her deeply anxious about her uncertain future.

The so-called assistance meant that without the help of L-type zombies, L3-type zombies had to leap seven to ten meters high and kick off the wall to gain the force needed to vault over it.

Zhang Yifei landed gracefully, Adelaide’s heart clutched in his hand. It was stained with blood and trembling slightly.

After a long while, the two finally stopped their back-and-forth. Only then did Qiu Xiang look toward Shen Boru, scanning him up and down.

The Fourth Prince was startled by these words; the look of sorrow on his face vanished instantly, his pupils constricted slightly, and he stared intently at Xiao Lingxiao, as if trying to see right through her.

Upon hearing this, Qi Huile couldn't help but frown. She looked at the Fourth Prince, then at Xiao Lingxiao, and after biting her lip, she said no more.

Breathing in the fragrance from her, Lin Ziran felt a sudden moment of intoxication. He felt an unbearable heat coursing through his entire body, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Unable to find the truth, Fu Heng could only comfort himself that perhaps he was overthinking things. Once she regained her health and conceived a child, would the household not return to its former joy?

Nangong Xiangxue was his friend, and their mother, Lady Huayang, had been kind to him; he could not stand by and do nothing.

"Yun Qing!" From afar, Donghai Ziying’s voice could be heard, and a light blue figure came running toward him with the call.