Chapter 31: Who Is the True Mastermind

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The scene before me was utterly bizarre!
It felt as if my brain were boiling, my thoughts churning in a tempestuous sea.
The hair on my arms stood on end, and goosebumps erupted across my skin in an instant.
Gu Qianxi had blinded Gu Qianxi!
The Gu Qianxi from seventeen years in the future had blinded her own self from seventeen years ago!
What kind of logic was this?
Could this truly be the truth of what happened back then?
...
Each of them chose a tree and leaped up lightly, their figures instantly concealed by the thick branches and dense foliage.
Peering through her fingers, she saw Aling still standing there with her arms crossed, looking down with her usual cold expression, and she silently lowered her head once more.
After all these days, her face had become quite rough; she wondered if Tianyi would even recognize her when she returned.
Jing'er and Xia Quanyin turned their heads toward the arena simultaneously, their eyes full of shock. Had Xu Liuyun really kept such a trick up his sleeve?
"Take five days. Come back to work once you've recovered," Mag said, not stopping him. He helped Anna pack her luggage and saw them out of the restaurant.
Lin Qingyu felt that the production team must have assumed she was destined to lose, so they had come up with a challenge that was absolutely impossible to complete, ensuring that neither she nor Lautren could succeed.
"For this livestream, we're going to sing a song I performed at a fan meeting before," Yan He said, pulling up the accompaniment.

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He was in no rush to test his sword. Instead, he adjusted his yukata, walked downstairs naked, took a shower, and returned to bed. He tapped on the fried dough stick and soy milk set, entering the God of Cookery’s trial grounds.
Just moments before, Uncle Sixteen had been solemn and cautious. Although Mu Yu had his doubts, he dared not speak up to interrupt.
This was a deadlock. The Sect Master of the Xuanning Sect wished nothing more than for the short-tempered Head of the Peiluan Hall to lash out and do something even more outrageous. That way, he would be completely at a disadvantage and no longer have the standing to question them.
Zuoqiu Chan—Changlu Bing certainly knew her, but at this moment, it was clear she was not speaking in the capacity of Zuoqiu Chan.
A layer of white mist, clearly a highly concentrated cold energy, shrouded the part of the Rat King that Xuanyuan Hong’s fist had struck, invading its flesh. However, his physical body was incredibly formidable, automatically repelling the chill and blocking it at the surface of his skin.
Hao Ren called Qin Guang and heard that he was guarding outside Yutou’s hospital room. After confirming the address, Hao Ren and Xuan Xuan headed straight there.
By now, Hao Ren was already sitting in the car of "Guapian," the head of the Dongying branch of the "Chanyin" organization, having arrived at Yijin Island.
Two seconds later, this once immensely powerful human-corpse hybrid had lost all threat, faring worse than an ordinary level-1 zombie.
At this, Brother Dabai fanned himself and said, "I'll be on the flank of the ambush circle. When the time comes, I'll catch the boss off guard and give him a real shock!" His tone was filled with a hint of pride.
Since he couldn't think of a better plan for the moment, Liu Shaoze called his men to bring the car over and take Yutou to the hospital.
The fluctuations of the X-element here could not be hidden from high-level espers. Mu Yin, Xie Qinqin, and Duan Xue rushed in, their expressions changing drastically upon seeing that Ye Qing was dead. When they saw the unusual reactions on the corpse, hope stirred within them as well.
Therefore, Duan Heng intended to master the wind of "returning to the basics" before moving on to master cold energy of the same caliber—not for combat, but to save the Mother Goddess of the Snake Clan.
Even an alchemy apprentice who hadn't yet learned to forge artifacts could handle this process without issue after a few years of work. Since the treatment method for every material was clearly prescribed, one only needed to follow the steps. It didn't require much technical skill.
It wasn't just his palms; at this moment, dissipating scars were appearing on his face, scalp, feet, and legs, forming large patches of gray spots.
After a jolt from being stared at, Wang Xingxin remembered that he had found a way to get the money, and then Liu Laoer, along with Da Niu, Gangzi, and the logistics department, had earned it. To put it bluntly, the money belonged to him and Liu Laoer.

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She prostrated herself, bowing dozens of times, her eyes brimming with tears. She dared not look up, fearing that if she did, she would immediately burst into tears.
The malevolent spirit emitted a faint red light as I slashed fiercely at the man-eating bee’s wings. I figured that if I could sever its wings, it would be unable to fly, which would give us a significant advantage.
For a moment, the pirates felt as if they had been granted a pardon; they scrambled back along the path they had come, terrified that if they stayed even one second longer, they would lose their lives here.
After Qin Qiong left the palace and returned to his residence, Li Er immediately summoned Zhangsun Wuji to convey Qin Qiong’s intentions to him.
Thus, for the Scots, whose population was only one-third that of England, their reserve force was only one hundred thousand less.
The two ninth-level Qi Refining cultivators were startled, not having noticed how the hoop had been slipped onto them. Yet, even in their surprise, they unleashed their spiritual light, attempting to break the hoop that bound them.
They had not walked long through the dense jungle when shadowy figures began to flash toward them.
The Nine-Tailed Mystic Fox exerted her power to the absolute limit. With powerful enemies in pursuit, her escape speed was truly comparable to the speed of light. Hu Ximei traveled a thousand miles in a single breath.
"Master Ge, this... you only have one child. War is a dangerous business. Do you think..." Dong Lei said, feeling somewhat at a loss.
Liu Zian jumped directly into the sinkhole and took another look. The fake policeman no longer looked human; he was covered in wounds, his arms twisted like ropes, clearly having been subjected to torture.
Within their sight, a gray figure slowly emerged. Without a doubt, this gray figure was the Gray-Clothed Elder.