Chapter 130: Are you surprised to see me?

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Human Resources took it upon themselves to alter the timecard. This was a matter of principle; to put it simply, it was fraud. Although Su Qingli was frequently late, it was her company, after all! The entire corporation, the entire family, belonged to her. When you break something of your own, there is no need for compensation, but if you break someone else's property, you must pay for it—isn't that the way it works? Su Qingli said directly... Qi Siyuan had already arrived at the Radio and Television Tower alone. He had truly gone mad for this live broadcast, knowing full well that drinking was forbidden during today’s competitive streaming event. The last time he used the magic space array to deflect bullets and hit two people, he hadn’t expected them to get up and run away. Within Base City 135, Tang Ji suddenly opened his eyes and vanished from the spot in a flash. As a Creator who had never revealed himself, Li Li was the only one left to whom one could pray with peace of mind after the gods had been corrupted by an unknown entity.

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Rong Yan’s patience for Xiao Nishang had completely reached its limit; he wished nothing more than for her to vanish from his sight immediately. The reason for the instant account ban for "party PK" was that he did not want to see organized group confrontations between players, nor did he want massive guilds like "Golden Wind" to team up and bully lone-wolf players. Lin Yichen knew that many in their circle were secretly in love with Ya Ru, including his best friend, Mu Teng. So, the Prince of Huai really had been feigning closeness; it was all a conspiracy by the people of the Shang Kingdom. They had set a trap using over a dozen suicide attackers, and he had stupidly jumped right into it. Just like Pei Xiu’s wood-element ability and Fan Chuan’s earth-element ability, she had never instructed them to keep their powers a secret. Qiao Teng was overcome with rage and struck out instinctively; the immense power instantly shattered the willow-wood table beside him into fragments, as fragile and unsubstantial as foam. Su Chen glanced at the other person and remarked, "They pose no threat to us. Ignore them and let them meet their own ends." He said coldly, "I sense a distinct aura on this; it is something left behind by the Emperor." Therefore, the wine Lin Yun had placed in Zhu Haoran’s room was a medicinal spirit of a much higher grade than that of the Qingyun Supreme. Yi Han smiled helplessly. The other party valued the old Daoist of Jun City so highly that they clearly had an important operation in mind, yet they seemed to have overlooked him. Was he really that incompetent?

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A flash of extreme terror crossed the eyes of the giant wolf leader. Knowing that if it retreated now, it might never return, it began to struggle frantically, its howling driving the remaining thirty-some giant wolves to charge at Lin Chuan recklessly, desperate to carve out a sliver of hope for survival. "So, Brother is here! No wonder there was no news of you at Peach Blossom Mountain," Kong Liang exclaimed upon seeing Zhu Ming. However, just moments ago, Chu Yi had touched the spirit puppet and absorbed all of its mysterious power, thereby shattering the man surnamed Fan's scheme. Two years ago, the emergence of the Purple Gold Imperial Clan of the Great Zhou Dynasty was a major event in the world of cultivation. Anyone with an interest naturally gathered information on the young genius cultivators who had participated in the duels. Fortunately, among all the martial artists, disciples of the Martial Sects made up the majority, and these prominent sects played a positive leading role, remaining detached from the secular world. Thus, it was rare throughout history for an empire to be toppled by martial artists. Qin Hongmian had actually placed her hand on the other person’s arm; could it be that there was some special relationship between these two? How much of the strike's force the demonic arts could dissipate depended closely on the execution of one's movement techniques. Given Liang Xin’s current stamina... exhausted by severe injuries and further drained by overexertion, he could barely hold on while his spirit remained somewhat agitated, but how much longer could he last? "No need for explosives!" Old Liu began carving characters into the tomb passage wall with his dagger. "I have an idea of what we're dealing with! Of all things in the world—evil spirits, ghosts, and demons—only the Daoist path commands respect!" Sparks flew as the dagger bit into the wall, leaving a chaotic mess of carvings that resembled no known language.