Chapter 59: Drugging

Wen Zhi asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"This bottle has been opened," Chen Su drew back his hand, "Ask them to change it."
Before Wen Zhi could reply, Chen Su called the waiter and had another bottle brought over.
The newly replaced bottle was entirely brand new.
Wen Zhi raised an eyebrow...

"I am truly sorry, Elder Wuqing. The Yuanmiao Mountain you speak of is not here, and he has not come," Qi Potian replied to Beast Wuqing.
While crossing the desolate river, he had alerted the alien army and was pursued all the way by them, losing another ten thousand men in the process.

With Yinhuan's support, Ander also managed to stand up. His slightly weary gaze met Yinhuan's worried eyes, and a wave of warmth surged in the depths of his heart. He turned away and went to fetch the horses.

Ever since that veteran leader stepped down, he naturally became the pillar and leading figure of their faction. Although members of the party did not acknowledge the existence of factional struggles, the founding leader himself had stated that having a party without factions is simply unheard of. Therefore, regardless of the ideological nature of a political party, the existence of such factions was entirely understandable.

"Elder Ding, it seems Wu Guangzheng is utterly determined to arrest Mr. Zhang?" Elder Wang asked.

"Clap, clap!" In appreciation of Chairman Zhai's commitments made on behalf of the company, all the guests expressed their heartfelt gratitude with enthusiastic applause.

"Wait a minute, this layer of volcanic rock seems not to have fully cooled yet, and its hardness might not be enough. If we walk on it just like this, we might sink in..." Seeing the dark red volcanic rock, Lindice said anxiously.

Seeing the confident expressions on everyone's faces, Han Lin could only nod to show his reassurance. After all, fretting anxiously now would be of no use. Realizing that the time was about right, he bid farewell to Ziyuan and the others, left the villa carrying the spirit-gathering box, and headed toward the Fairy Supermarket.

Another door was shoved open violently, and Tian Yichen and Tian Yixue escaped from behind it. Both of them were in tattered clothes and drenched in sweat, especially Tian Yixue, whose face was written with utter terror.

Then came Hong Jingjing, acting just like a bald fat man who had swallowed a piece of jelly. After wailing strangely for a while, the corners of her mouth twitched twice, and she began to speak involuntarily.

Su Wuyang lowered her head, and inadvertently, her lips brushed against his cheek. As if struck by lightning, she froze on the spot.

"What kind of joke is this, to joke about something like this?" I walked over to the railing by the lake and sat down. The city under the neon lights was resplendent and magnificent, its dazzling brilliance reflected brilliantly upon the lake's surface.

"You are Zhou Qing?" the chieftain of the Demon Wing clan asked indifferently from the grand hall. Merely speaking, a powerful wave of pressure rushed toward me, causing the blood and Qi in my body to churn violently, and a sweet taste surged straight up to my throat.

If anything were to happen to An Chenxi, I wouldn't need to live in this world anymore; I would have failed the An family.

Yin'er's words interrupted my train of thought, and I hurriedly snuffed out that notion, silently cursing myself for having such thoughts. Yin'er was only fifteen years old and still a minor; I was truly, damnably depraved.

If the magnetic field were disrupted, these dinosaurs would lose their restraints, and humanity would likely discover some new friends in their world. Whether those friends would prove benevolent or malevolent remained entirely unclear.

Luojia did not answer me. Instead, she produced a talisman from her pocket, affixed it to the door, and chanted an incantation under her breath. The room door opened by itself, and an oppressive wave of biting cold air immediately swept out from inside, causing me to shiver involuntarily.

The Parisian police officers who had been trailing them all along could not help but curse in intense annoyance upon seeing them leave via the lower highway, before scrambling in disarray into several groups in an attempt to continue the pursuit.

Su Yingmei felt a pang of sadness. It was not until this very moment, holding Lu Haotian in such a real embrace, that she truly felt the intense sensation of mutual dependence and mutual need. Lu Haotian still needed her—yes, it had to be that way. Yet he was ill, running a high fever, and must be suffering terribly.