Chapter 105: Setting Sights on Qin Mianmian

After thinking for a moment, Qin Yu looked at Zheng Hong and said, “I understand. But Uncle Zheng, whatever the reason, whether they were targeting me or not, the person was lost while under my care, and I have a duty to bring them back.”

Seeing Qin Yu like that, Zheng Hong sighed. “I see your father in you. The people of the Qin family really are all cut from the same cloth.”

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At the same time, in order to wipe out the roots of the matter, the emperor sent men to exterminate the several families the heir relied upon, and Zhang Ziyuan’s family was among them.

Yet from the soil beneath his feet, a blade of weeds had pushed up. Its leaves were not green, but tinged with a hint of purple, so the enhanced fighters around him failed to notice it.

He knew every plant, insect, and ant. Though the ground before him was clearly treacherous, with no road at all, his body still carried him skillfully through it... Could it be that five years ago I lived in the rainforest all year round?

But with Qi Yang’s skill, how could he let that captain land a true blow? He merely shifted slightly aside and avoided it with ease.

Seeing this, the Daoist Randeng, who had surged out of the bloody aura together with Ji Fa, immediately cried out in shock.

After being crushed for a brief moment, many of the sea cultivators shouted their incantations, and countless streams of green blood flowed from within their bodies.

Colombia, the highest-ranked side, had gone many years without reaching this top-level tournament since the 1998 World Cup. Their players lacked experience, whereas we had already played in the Confederations Cup last year and faced top teams like Italy and Spain, so in terms of experience we still had the edge over Colombia.

Chen Ao did not hesitate and rushed into the garden. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Zhao Heng sitting in the pavilion, swaying his head to and fro, while Yun Lu sat beside him, gently plucking the strings of a zither. The music drifted softly, and with the painted beauty of the surroundings, it truly had an otherworldly air.

“In the warm-up match between Germany and Armenia that just ended, German forward Marco Reus was unfortunately injured in a challenge. According to subsequent expert diagnosis, Reus suffered a partial tear of the tibiofibular ligaments in his left ankle and is absolutely out of the Brazil World Cup.”

It was just like Chen Li now: although he far surpassed everyone else in chemistry, he still naively believed that alchemy existed solely to achieve immortality.

It had to be Qin Moshang. It seemed she was now truly, deeply in love with that man.

Ying Xiangxiang’s face was glowing with the bright delight of someone savoring gossip. She seemed to be watching a play, yet also, through that play, mysteriously seeing through the contestants’ souls.

Xia Yuntong and Qi Hao also caught quite a few fish, but the two of them only knew how to eat, so they gave all the fish to Ye Moxing, and then took the initiative to help out and receive the villagers.

Gu Xi’s brows drew together. Looking at Su Wushuang’s tearful face and imploring expression, he withdrew his words, gave a slight nod, and Su Wushuang turned and walked out.

Their captain came over and held the umbrella for him. The captain clearly had an umbrella, yet one side of his clothes was still soaked, as though all the way back he had been shielding someone else.

By the time he reached the floor, his breathing was already a little uneven, but there was no time to catch his breath. He stepped through the water in the corridor and headed toward her room.

She shot Su Heng a grumpy glare, plucked a leaf from her own hair, tossed it into Su Heng’s hand, and turned to leave.

The opium den, too, had no name. It was hidden beneath a theater, but the theater itself had already fallen into such ruin that even the stage was no longer usable.

Lin Cha stretched lazily, rose in a daze, and sat on the bed thinking over the day’s arrangements.

Only then did Chen Yi get a clear look at the girl. She was a freshman at the University of Finance and Economics; her name was still unknown. She had wine-red hair, and even without smiling, two adorable dimples could be seen on her cheeks. Her eyes were bright and captivating.

“Yes! That’s it—hit him, keep hitting him, beat that fake to death.” Seeing Hao Yu drive the replica back step by step, he stood excitedly on a large tree in the distance, hopping about like a jubilant bird.