Chapter 43 Extreme Speed

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"Hmm." I waved my hand to signal that she could leave. Just as she turned around, another matter occurred to me, and I hurriedly called her back.

"Brother Tian, I've tracked them down. They are students here, probably freshmen of this year," the man said into his phone.

Song Qingyun was taken aback. "A profit of one hundred thousand, that's incredible. If I had known, I would have set up a chicken farm too. Ah, what a regret." This was said in jest, of course; finding a location for a chicken farm wouldn't be easy, and besides, my mother would never invest money in it.

Xinxin cried out for me, struggling in the arms of the man in the black suit! My mother also fought desperately to break free, but how could her strength match that of a robust man?

I pressed my lips tightly together to keep myself from crying out loud. Tears slid across the back of my hand and dripped onto the tips of my shoes.

"Scatter a few men outside the city in case she bypasses it and heads straight for the Magical Beast Forest; the rest follow me into town to wait!" the leading horseman commanded.

Moreover, the Red Stone Mountains in the background were no longer visible here, let alone the snow-capped mountains on the distant horizon.

Facing such a massive force, Jinge felt a chill in his heart; he estimated that the entire city combined might not be able to contend with the masters of the Iron Demon Stronghold.

Although on the surface the food situation in the southeast had settled down, everyone knew that Charlotte's forces had all gone underground and needed to be dealt with.

Jinge instinctively rushed out, pushing the door open and charging right in. There were no lethal barriers above, and the door was even left ajar, indicating that the people here had vanished without any preparation or warning.

Massive crashes and rumbling noises echoed wave after wave. Xiao Yinjian's figure was completely swallowed by these phenomena. Lin Xi didn't even have time to let out a cry of grief before she could only watch helplessly as Xiao Yinjian vanished before her eyes.

"Piteous souls, may my Lord forgive you!" Gabriel crossed himself, then lightly threw a punch. The man with the ponytail shot out like a rocket, crashing straight into a wall dozens of meters away. With a dull thud, the ponytail's neck twisted at a bizarre angle, and it was clear he would not survive.

Sennett only coughed, muttered vaguely, "Not him," and then picked up his stick—actually a magic wand—tapped the tea tray, and retrieved three portions of bread and milk from it.

Damn it, just as I was pondering these questions, my sea of consciousness suddenly experienced a violent tremor, almost causing me to fall from the clouds. The Azure Dragon, White Tiger, and Xuanwu within the Profound Yellow Flag in my Niwan palace unexpectedly flew out and all surged forth from my Niwan.

Everyone wore expressions of disdain, demonstrating that they were staunch and unyielding heroes who would rather die than confess.

However, due to their deteriorating physical condition and without the aid of the Five Elemental Rarities, they had repeatedly failed to take this crucial step. If not for the overwhelming temptation of attaining immortality, they would never have been willing to wade into these muddy waters.

I looked at my mother, then gently embraced her. The moment my arms wrapped around her shoulders, she instantly burst into loud sobs, then held me tightly in return.

Minna pondered: if her father or mother fell ill and needed care, would she just play outside with her grandfather and refuse to go home to see them? Even knowing they were far, far away, she would still want to go, even if she could never see Grandpa again... Biting her lip, she couldn't help but hug her grandfather and weep.

"Hehe, it's not that the senior's flaws were too obvious, but rather that the senior vastly underestimated the soul-bewitching art bestowed by the Holy Lord," Hu Yuan'er sighed and said.

Yuan Futong produced a Qiankun pouch and handed it to Gao Ling. This refining process was both a collaboration and Yuan Futong's contribution to the wolf tribe, so he directly gave Gao Ling everything he temporarily had no use for. The value of these items far exceeded what Yuan Futong needed in return.

This made Pei Feng even less able to forbear; even if he still harbored a shred of mercy toward Shen Yu, he could not help but harbor malicious intent at this moment.

That's right, it only just dawned on me: although the other party was in the prime of youth, her ghost form had existed for over a hundred years. My jealousy was somewhat redundant.

"Ho... how many... o'clock is it?" she patted my face, my mouth stuttering involuntarily. I really had no idea whether this idiot was trying to wake someone up or commit murder; if this kept going, my face would probably end up lopsided.

During our chat in the afternoon, I had already asked Hu Qian where Guo Zihao lived, and the two ghosts headed straight for the villa where he resided.

"Oh." I put away my bag and gazed out the window at the verdant parasol trees radiating vibrant vitality.

After the onlookers had dispersed, Aldrich walked to the crumbling ruins of the abandoned temple, replaced Thor's hammer in its original position, offered a silent prayer for a long time, and then took the red stocking from his belt, preparing to store the divine artifact inside his spatial pouch.

Guild Master Triss asked a question to which he already knew the answer. Not being good at concealing his likes and dislikes was part of the reason people liked him; he didn't need to wear a mask and hide things all day or speak ambiguously to people, but instead stated things clearly and straightforwardly.

Old Man Tongguan saw that Chunyu Li possessed a strong sense of justice and was different from the guards who had previously watched over him, sensing that he was the person he had been waiting for. Therefore, he slowly began to put his long-conceived plan into motion.

"You must be the people of the Spirit Clan?" A pair of demons with wings growing from their backs descended from the sky. The leading demon even had a sharp, solitary horn atop his head, looking extremely bizarre.

As they lay in ambush in the only safe landing clearing, hiding in pitfall caves camouflaged with turf, they prepared to hurl short spears and other ranged weapons at the human musketeers.

At such a decisive moment, Kobe exploded, scoring through both drives and jumpers. Although his three-point shooting ability remained dismally weak, relying on his supercharged scoring burst, he miraculously managed to close the score gap.

On the Pistons' side, Jerry Stackhouse called for the ball once again, this time on the wing, posting up against Sprewell.

Upon closer inspection, the originally smooth ground at the edge of Qingshuang City actually began to develop tiny cracks stimulated by this sonic wave.

Sophie had long wanted a magical pet of her own—she had always known this—but she never expected her husband to actually spend money to buy one. This water-type horned snake egg was a fifth-tier magical beast egg; it was impossible to acquire it without tens of thousands of gold coins.

Guo Ning, Li Yunyun, and the others—Zhou Cong and Feng Li whom he had previously disciplined, along with a few other boys who usually hung around with them—were all looking at him with embarrassed expressions.

Just as the passengers noticed this anomaly, the broadcast on the television screen suddenly shifted to the United Nations General Assembly hall, with the word "Live" displayed in the corner of the screen.