Chapter 38: Framing

Zhao Weimin sought no reward; he simply considered it a good deed. After bidding farewell to Chen Guodong, he hurried home.

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At the Zhao residence, Zhao Dajun had been scheming to return to the mountain patrol team ever since he was expelled. Naturally, he would not let Zhao Weimin off the hook.

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"Goodbye, sister." Taotao felt a pang of disappointment upon learning she could not come tomorrow, but he was a sensible child; knowing she had to care for a friend, he did not make a fuss.

Stepping onto the water's surface, the force exerted from the ground did not vanish, but merely weakened. Xuanyuan Potian could faintly perceive the surface tension, managing to sprint several dozen yards forward. At his cultivation level, achieving this was already astonishing.

During those days, hatred was the only thing keeping me alive. I longed to flay Lu Licheng, tear his skin, and crush his bones to ash; I wanted to heap every ounce of malice upon him. Chen Chen looked down at the ground, tears sliding silently away. "I have hated him for twenty full years, and I have never wavered."

"If we have to mobilize for a matter like this, what are the guilds even for? I agree with Lei Zhi's proposal," Mikailo added.

"Go..." Hearing Jiang Qi's command, Dian Wei, having lost all heart for the battle, gave a light shout. Protecting himself with his left halberd and wielding his right, he effortlessly forced back the youth, who was left fighting with only a broken spear, before leaping out of the fray.

I blinked, took a sharp breath, and saw my opponent looking at me with equal disbelief.

Murong Chen had returned this time to board the stealth-type Ptolemaios II warship, intending to infiltrate the war-star base alongside the rest of the first wave. Naturally, there were matters that needed to be settled beforehand, such as fleet command, the intensity of combat, and battlefield zones.

Fortunately, he had entered the realm of "Transforming Energy," and the reserves of internal force within his body were growing. With the support of the essence gathered in his dantian, he was holding up well; had it been before, he likely would have collapsed from exhaustion by now.

With a thunderous boom, a claw and a fist collided, generating a massive explosion that instantly rippled through space and created a vacuum at the epicenter.

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Ruan Bai followed the waiter, while Zhang Jingxuan moved forward with vigilant caution, fearing the waiter might do her harm.

If the excuses mentioned above could not alter the grave nature of "leaking classified information," the second hurdle was concrete: Neil had backing from above.

"Where?" Tian Ye asked, puzzled, yet he knew Hamulei’s intuition was rarely wrong.

Once Qin Yu acted, his brothers, who had been tense, seemed suddenly bolstered by a surge of support, the worry on their faces vanishing in an instant.

She was wearing a crimson dress, and embedded somewhere around her waist was something that emitted a dazzling blue light.

Eventually, as the fight wore on, Liao Mo grew desperate to use his weapon—a staff—feeling he was beginning to lose to Qin Yu.

"This... this..." Faced with Song Zheng's question, Zhao Yuan was left speechless, hoping only that someone might notice their plight; he was effectively betting everything on the elusive external cultivators.

"According to our understanding, the six children were sent home without any punishment. Isn't your approach telling the other children that bullying others is fine, as long as they are minors and can do whatever they please?" another reporter asked, filled with righteous indignation.

Perhaps bitter medicine is hard to swallow, but I couldn't help but feel that Cai Yalin’s words were merely dampening our own spirits while inflating the enemy's.

Hearing footsteps approaching from behind, Chu Jiao suddenly slammed his halberd into the ground with a clang, seemingly waiting for them to arrive.

The Myriad Chaos Art surged within him, and Qin Yu unleashed a palm strike descending from the heavens. It was his first time using it, and he had little confidence in the outcome.

Tang Huazang looked at him with suspicion; after all, this was his own hometown, so why would Fan Lan know of these changes while he remained in the dark?

"Exactly. Finding Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets and resolving these attacks is why I came to Hogwarts," Rossi nodded.

The conviviality at the banquet was but a mirage; once the wine was finished and the cups emptied, only the truth remained.

With the strength of at least two garrisons, plus manpower mobilized from various quarters, gathering an army of ten or twenty thousand to launch an attack would be a simple matter.

He was Ren Ao, a prison guard in the county. He was a man of extreme loyalty and was on excellent terms with Liu Ji. When Liu Ji sat for the Qin official examinations, it was Ren Ao who lent him the bamboo slips containing the Qin laws. As a guard, his direct superior was Cao Can, who was the cousin of Cao Xiu.

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Su Qimang walked slowly to Zhang Changyang, who lay immobilized on the ground, and extended his right palm. Instantly, Zhang Changyang began to tremble, his hands and feet scraping against the floor in agony.

He had initially wanted to make the youth retreat in the face of difficulty, but he hadn't expected the man to become even more persistent. To become a tutor, he had simply waived his wages.

Watching the certainty in Su Liyue’s eyes, Wen Lan hesitated no longer, turning immediately to prepare the sterilization.

However, seeing Du Meng’s resolute back, the old man was helpless and could only quicken his pace to catch up.

His personal guards brought wine and bowls. The two first offered three bowls to Yang Taisui, hoping his spirit might be listening, then sat together in silence, drinking heavily without much conversation.

Ge Yu, having never known his father or mother and unaware of their personalities, was curious about everything regarding his parents.

Ye Yan scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, his eyes gazing openly at An Miaoyi.

Now, Ge Yu crouched behind a rock, not daring to move. His opponent was a master marksman with impeccable aim; it was a miracle he had survived that first shot.

The others agreed and dragged Popeye away. Popeye cursed Xiao Ye incessantly, but Xiao Ye ignored him completely, turning to leave.

The cup of boiling water splashed onto Long Yao Zhenren's face. His mouth twitched twice, but he remained completely motionless.

The moment Bai Weiwei heard the cat’s cry, she didn't need the system to tell her that Ou Jinmo had arrived again.

Knowing that this was no longer a test of strength but of endurance, Xiao Tian grew anxious. If they were to continue in this stalemate, he would undoubtedly be the first to fall.

Just as he found himself with nowhere to turn, a white figure suddenly emerged from Bai Zhan’s body. Nine massive white tails appeared behind him, and a pair of palms rose up, catching the strike from Hang Tuah.