Chapter 63: Descendant of a Criminal Official

Su Xiaoyan was dying to watch the drama unfold, yet she was afraid that Yu Ting might get so angry she would fall ill. This was a military compound, which somehow felt far more solemn than other places. She glanced at the guard post a dozen meters away, terrified that raising her voice might attract unwanted attention.

"Little sister, we're right by the front gate. How about we head back and talk about this?"

Su Xiaoyan knew it was best to go along with her sister-in-law when her temper was flaring, otherwise she would explode like gunpowder. Even her tone of suggestion was as gentle as could be.

Hearing this, Lu Youyou and a few others looked around awkwardly, among them Yun Haotian and Yan Qingyun.

Once the series of wrap-up tasks were completed, apart from the extra actors who had to rush off to other production crews, the rest of the main cast, supporting actors with significant roles, and the core crew members all headed to the hotel together.

"Then I'll beat you until you hit the ground!" The white merman steadied his body and began searching for the attack point for his next bone spear.

When the two arrived at the crime scene, Gong Ting imitated Old Black's method, erasing the fingerprints he had left behind in the room bit by bit, though this was by no means a simple task.

Ever since she got together with Ling Lige, she had truly grown more and more beautiful, increasingly radiant and dazzling. It was a far cry from the weathered state she used to be in when she had a secret crush on him and stood before him. Indeed, Ling Lige was this girl's inescapable trial of fate.

His figure was drawing closer and closer, his entire face continuously enlarging in her view. Moreover, on a face that was usually unaccustomed to smiling, there actually hung a smile. Ah, it must be an illusion, right? How could he possibly smile?

Leng Yan, hiding in the shadows, could not help but sneer inwardly. Even if there were nothing in existence capable of clearing away this chill, his young master would simply manufacture one.

Watching this scene, Yun Haotian sneered endlessly in his heart. This Zhao Yu had truly learned all the tricks of the Wang family. However, the internal faction of the Zhao family must have already been infiltrated by the Wang family; otherwise, he would never dare to act so utterly fearless.

Before they could chat for much longer, Mr. Tsurumi and Mrs. Tsurumi returned one after another. Following the customary polite greetings, dinner was finished, and Chifantian Chengyu returned to his own room.

However, accuracy always lacked certainty, nor could it ever achieve the casual yet pinpoint dead-center precision Lu Zen displayed with those few shots, as if everything had been meticulously calculated beforehand.

And she did not actually expect Abbot Miaozhen and the Minister of Foreign Affairs—two A-rank experts—to actually lead a group of B-rank ancient cultivators and slaughter their way into Anti-Entropy.

White-grade and Yellow-grade martial arts were the most common and widely circulated martial techniques on the Yinluan Continent. Among them, White-grade martial arts focused on winning through physical moves, differing not at all from the fighting styles of ordinary, secular martial artists.

"Do you think my natural talent has surpassed the A-rank?" Bai Su seemed to understand what he was thinking.

Everyone heard a startling, crisp crack, and that Heavenly Wind Crown Prince, who was still leaning on his Dragon-Returning Halberd, spun off like a cart wheel into mid-air, hurtling backward head over heels.

He had clearly just uttered the sentence, "What is it you want to hear?", and his lips had moved as if he had finished speaking, yet all that reached his ears was a sound resembling the letter "n", as though his entire sentence had concluded after merely its very first syllable.

Despite the fact that back in the Meteor Wind Valley, he had leveraged the momentum of nine-fold condensation decrees to rapidly achieve the peak of the third layer of the Condensation Decree stage amid that world-shaking spiritual energy vortex! Yet at this moment, if he wished to advance further and break through to the mid-Condensation Decree stage, he still required a massive amount of cultivation resources.

"I beg the Sixth Master to make decisions on behalf of our master," the First Madam crawled to Ding Kun's feet and wept pleadingly.

Amidst the sandstorm whipped up by the yellow wind, thunder roared like the descent of the apocalypse, and the dragon-like sandstorm rushed toward the two of them at a visible speed.

Human beings are, at the end of the day, biological creatures. The primary directive of any biological creature is survival, and in the face of survival, things like gentlemanly conduct are utterly meaningless.

They forced Gong Wuxie to bark like a dog, crawl between their legs, and denied him enough food to eat. Sometimes, they even locked him in a stench-filled latrine and splashed filth through the cracks.