As an elder of the Sin Theological Palace, he was more familiar with the stench of a murderer than anyone else.

He could tell at a glance just what sort of creature the impostor before him really was.

If this were left unchecked, it would certainly become another Xing Jun—and perhaps even worse than Xing Jun had ever been!

After all, once the man fully inherited the legacy of his past life, his strength would surpass even Xing Jun at his peak by more than an order of magnitude!

But at a moment like this, if he were to strike and cut it short by force—setting aside whether he even had the strength to do so—even if he truly did, deep down this...

The moment Xie Shiran cried out "Brother Ouyang," her tears came pouring down. She threw both arms around Ouyang Zhiyuan's neck and would not let go for anything.

Qiao'er clutched her backside, glaring in the direction Huo Guang had fled, grinding her molars so hard they squeaked. Through clenched teeth she squeezed out a few words: "Just you wait!" Her hands balled into tight fists.

"Rest easy, President Lei," Rao Yuli answered. Yet inwardly she was frantic with worry—what on earth was President Lei thinking?

Wei Haijuan smiled. "Go wash your hands, then we'll eat. Zhiyuan, have a drink with your father." As she spoke, she brought out a bottle of Wuliangye.

Sima Mingxin bit down hard, piercing her tongue until the sharp pain jolted her fully awake. Warily she watched Hong Dali; with a flick of her right hand, a silver needle gleaming with blue light appeared abruptly in her grasp.

She thought back to more than half a year ago: she had observed for a long time and confirmed that Francis Lawrence genuinely sympathized with and liked Black people, and only then had she made her move, seizing this boyfriend for herself.

At the gate of Guanshan City, many people would be arriving soon, and there was no guarantee that none of them would be at the ninth layer of the Qi Condensation realm—or even be a Foundation Establishment expert.

"I didn't think you'd come." Julie stepped out of the bamboo hut, wearing a white tank top and khaki shorts, her brown braid tied behind her. When she caught sight of the tall figure standing before him, tears instantly streamed down her face; she ran forward, threw her arms around Chen Bo, and choked out,

He was a man utterly without guile—one track from head to heel, nothing but a single tendon. How could he grasp the hidden meaning in Gongsun Ao's words? Fortunately, he was obedient: Gongsun Ao told him to go, so he went. Bound this way or that, it made no difference to him.

That's simple—you endorse the elite black edition. Mature, understated, businesslike—and paired with his honest, genial smile as he makes his dazzling entrance.

But in the very next instant, the dark shadow seemed to want a breath of fresh air, and suddenly poked its head above the water.

"I don't understand what you mean... but from Logan, I learned of the world to come! Why... why would you do this? Why exterminate the mutants, exterminate humanity?" Seizing this rare moment of peace, Charles began to interrogate Jiang Ning.

They were, after all, interstellar mercenaries of a bandit nature, and faced with soldiers, they harbored a deep-seated resistance.

No sooner had the night elf professional's words fallen than one of the professionals who seemed to have heard the name before could not help but cry out.

Jiang Ning fell silent. He turned it over and over in his mind, and it was obvious he had boarded a pirate ship. Turning back now would be hard. He might as well stop thinking about it—it was far too early for all that. To dwell too much on the future was simply to frighten himself.

Han Le was the benefactor destined for her; the first two times she encountered Han Le, she had smoothly escaped disaster and hardship.

Now, shortly after Li Youran and the others had departed, word of her journey to Genesis Company spread, causing a tremendous stir—especially in venture capital circles.

And in an instant, Lei Yiyi had rushed to the main gate. Facing four robots that had not yet had time to turn their heads, she bared her savage fangs.

Given his current abilities, if he were to wake and be controlled, that would be a most troublesome affair. Better to feign unconsciousness and let them keep supplying him with electric current to restore his strength—that way, even if those who rescued him harbored ill intentions, he would still have the power to deal with them.

From the gloomy, dim water prison, up the ascending steps to the outer corridor, golden sunlight spilled across the whole of Paradise Island. In the distance sky and sea met as one, shimmering with ripples, casting a radiant expanse of golden sunset haze—a scene enchanting and intoxicating.