Chapter 82: More Harm Than Good

Lin Lu took quite a while to open the door.

“What’s with the dawdling?” he asked.

Lin Lu stood at the threshold, making no move to let him in. “What do you want?”

“Can’t I come see you without a reason?”

Lin Lu shrugged. “I don’t think there’s much point, really.”

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But Qiu Zhenghong had no other choice. He could only order someone to keep an eye on the police station. At the same time, he immediately dispatched people to investigate the matter of Qiu Xinyao’s exposure.

For a time, many cultivators were devastated. Some even spat blood and fainted on the spot, unable to accept what had happened.

Jiang Li said a few perfunctory words, but Jiang Qiu didn’t listen at all, while Gu Dongye maintained the appearance of a model student, quietly paying attention.

That said, Abu was indeed qualified to comment on the two teams, Samsung and RNG.

For instance, the disheartened Mad Blade, now appearing as an aging warrior fishing alone in the depths of Mount Taihang. Yet, this elder was rather too robust—over two meters tall, his body packed with corded muscle.

But if possessing these things meant others would suffer misfortune, if it meant someone would be hurt, he would cast them aside without hesitation.

The EDG team was stunned by Hai Chengmin’s words at first, then recalled that this guy had played two months of matches with the Fried Chicken Team.

If he couldn’t be found, with Cao Yi’s shamelessness, by tomorrow his son would be in the palace, adopted as Cao Yi’s godson.

Tony found it more and more bewildering. He seemed to have learned why these aliens were after him, yet felt even more at a loss.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” At that moment, Shen Jiusi sat at his desk, pressing his fingers to his brow. He’d had a bit too much to drink the night before, and now the hangover left his head throbbing.

Thus, after long deliberation, Cao Xiong invested his forces along all three lines at the star point above. Generally, black stones in the upper right are strong, while the one in the upper left has ample room to maneuver. Such relentless pressing is a bit excessive, but since the isolated stones below have yet to be secured, black must respond with utmost caution.

The Hidden Rain Village—at its highest point lay the exclusive domain of the “Demi-God” Hanzo of the Salamander. Today, Hanzo welcomed a most unusual foe.

Yu Jizi couldn’t find any trace of Ye Chen, realizing he was deliberately concealing himself. So he spoke out, expressing his resolve.

And so he watched helplessly as Hong Luan walked past him, headed into the depths of the forest, toward the secluded nunnery hidden among the trees.

Qi Daoren was the Ancestor of the Forbidden Zone. Whoever moved to crush him would cause a tremendous uproar, a situation he wished to avoid.

All of this had been foreseen. After escaping the Pale Space, he used the interdimensional communicator Varys had once given him to send a signal to Corellon, agreeing to rendezvous on this plane. If the elven gods were too foolish to even dig a proper trap, the elven race would have been annihilated a million times over.

But Iron Slave, though his back was to Liu Yiruo, possessed the keen instincts of a beast. When Liu Yiruo was still two meters away, he turned to face her squarely.

“Drip, drip, drip...” Xu Yunlong could even hear the sound of his own blood spurting from his wounds. Moreover, the true energy of Gongsun Cangming from the “Night God” also poured into his body, rampaging through his meridians.

This city of Great Liang resembled an ancient fortress: overall, it looked like a massive square block, its roads laid out in a perfect grid, with residential quarters encircled by high walls within.

“You’re quite impressive,” Qing Hong gazed intently at the still-fleet-footed Hua Chanying. Her rosy lips curved in subtle praise, but then she shook her fragrant shoulders helplessly, her eyes glimmering with dazzling, multicolored light as she looked at him.