Chapter 27

A loyal official has no personal power base, does not form cliques, and dares to do what others fear. At critical moments, they can stand up for the Emperor, shoulder responsibilities, and serve as a scapegoat.

Jiang Shicheng recalled this with an expression of intoxication, his scarlet tongue licking his lips in a perverted manner as he spoke.

As for Gaara, the jinchuriki, every time he lost control, that fat, bloated "tattooed raccoon dog" would appear in the Hidden Sand Village.

However, after Li Fugui’s persistent searching, he finally found a drunken man unconscious by the side of the road.

That day, the wind in the Nara Forest was fierce, and the Nine-Tails chakra permeating the air was enough to burn the skin of an ordinary person.

The Gold and Silver Brothers of the Hidden Cloud Village suddenly launched a coup, using the Six Paths Tools and the power of the Nine-Tails chakra to assault the Second Hokage and the Second Raikage, successfully inflicting heavy injuries upon both.

The mobile phone’s functions certainly couldn't compare to those of later generations, but for the present, it was a heaven-defying existence.

Guan Tianxiang struck the railroad tracks impatiently; the "clanging" sound he produced was an outlet for his cruel fate.

But he could not land a strike on the flesh-worm at all. Whether he used a pistol or a knife, he could not injure it. Its skin and viscera seemed incredibly soft—so soft that his attacks found no purchase, with all the force simply being dissipated.

Lin Ying knew his current state could not be maintained for long. He clenched his hands slightly, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth began to stir slowly in accordance with his movement.

With that, Qin Jiu leaped into the air. The Chase Feather Sword in his hand was shrouded in thunder while flickering with cold glints. Under his control, it collided violently with the thunderbolt that was as thick as a water vat.

"Bang! Bang!" Under the devouring of the Iron-Blood Furnace, one corpse after another had its essence drained away, instantly turning into fly ash and vanishing.

***

The rabbit continued eating the pastry as if she hadn't heard a thing, though the hand gripping the wine glass tightened slightly.

"Wait!" Qin Feng reached out to stop Pu Yuan. When it came to someone so hopelessly lost in their own research, Qin Feng was completely at a loss.

The car pulled into a parking space. Xia He was still sleeping soundly, clutching her camera. Chang Qiming couldn't bear to wake her, so he stepped out of the car quietly to get some air.

Watching the two of them, who never ceased their verbal sparring whenever they were together, Mo Xiansi and Mo Xiansheng chose to pretend they hadn't seen anything. Mo Xiansi didn't even spare them a glance, doing her best to minimize her own presence.

She had painstakingly laid low for four years—could it really just be for this day? And in her plan, there was only revenge against Guan Xingyue; there wasn't a hint of involvement regarding him, Guan Yan.

Old Zhao’s response was decisive. Even with his legs seized and pulled into the giant maw, he remained calm enough to disengage the safety on his chainsaw and sever the limbs inside the terror-beast's mouth.

Amidst the sky-filling yellow sand, Xiaosa’s hand was held tightly by Shang Wuqing as they ran desperately forward, surrounded by elite disciples from various factions running just as frantically. Meanwhile, Wenren Hen was still locked in combat with Li Yuhui; as the two fought with all their might, the entire space began to collapse.

After much waiting, Su Mingmei finally came out in her new clothes. It was a dark blue tube-top dress, and the main feature of the entire outfit, as far as An Wen was concerned, was that it lacked fabric.

The Crown Princess had always possessed a bright and cheerful temperament, and everyone understood this, so they felt no alarm. They followed suit and sat down, continuing with their own tasks.

The house now had a patient and a pregnant woman. The patient was in a coma and required her constant care, feeding, and hydration, while the pregnant woman—as those who cultivate immortality find childbearing difficult—needed nourishment, so she had to prepare soups and food to bolster Liu Mingyue.

Yan Jin could no longer listen. He felt he was a bit of a negligent father; when did these two kids learn to be so monstrously clever?

She secretly drew her own blood. The imperial physician standing far away naturally didn't know, but Caiwei, who was watching closely from the side, saw it clearly.

***

This answer surprised Xiaosa somewhat. She wasn't sleeping naturally because she didn't want to, and she dared not sleep—not out of fear of being in the Demon Realm, but because whenever she closed her eyes, those bleak and tragic memories would always haunt her dreams.

"Zeyu is still young, and his experience is insufficient. Neither the chairman nor the board of directors will choose him, rest assured," Yu Siqi said with certainty.

"That girl is bold and meticulous. Even when encountering a desperate fugitive like me being hunted in the middle of the night, she remained calm and collected."

As mentioned before, the skin of these snakes looked as if it were bonded together by grains of sand, enough to make anyone’s skin crawl at the sight.

As one of the four great local families, the Jun family was already prominent enough, and this pair of peerless sisters only served to add further luster to their reputation.

This was an old street, seemingly designed specifically for the poor and beggars. It was filled with the stench of dirty sewers, mixed with the smell of rotting garbage.

"Dad, I'm fine. I've always been doing well." Liang Yi's voice trembled slightly, her tears filled with emotion and joy.

Seeing him thrust his iron spear from both left and right, Xuan Yuan dodged twice, then lifted the iron spear tucked under his left arm to block in front of him. A "clang, clang" sound of clashing metal ensued, followed by both iron spears flying away. This was precisely because Xuan Yuan had hurled his long spear through the air, knocking Zheng Chaozheng’s spear aside.

With red starlight surging over his body, the Blood Spirit Monarch gathered his strength and charged forward in one go. With a horizontal sweep of his fist, the trajectory of space was thrown into chaos, triggering a violent, reverse-rotating vortex of explosion.