"Alright, I'll arrange it immediately."
Murong Xue found Li Yang's words very reasonable. To be safe, she immediately ordered her subordinates to clear all traces outside.
Not only did she instruct her subordinates to drive away the police car, but she also had them restore the first floor to its original state.
As for the truck drivers, they were directly taken away in the police car. The remaining police officers changed into their clothes, impersonated movers, and waited downstairs for Ma Peisheng's arrival.
About twenty minutes later, a black Mercedes-Benz sedan finally appeared outside the antique shop.
The first to emerge from the car were two bodyguards from the Ma family. Their expressions were filled with murderous intent, and they looked very fierce.
"Fortunately, I still have you with me." Yan Ning patted Old Director Ao's head, feeling grateful. In this vast immortal realm, if Old Director Ao were not by his side, Yan Ning would likely feel even more alone.
Resting his chin on his hand, Liu Zhexin pondered: What exactly is going on? Why can't Princess Mana's strange illness be detected through her pulse?
Li Feifei nodded and quietly moved a chair to block the door. She watched Yan Ning's busy and earnest figure and, for some reason, felt an inexplicable sense of security, as if as long as this man was present, her father would surely come back to life.
The parents exchanged glances, not understanding what she meant. After all, they were all amateurs and could not help with their children's conditions. Staying here before had only made them anxious.
"That's true," Lu Mingqiang scratched his head and said with a smile, "Director Tang is quite a good person. But her husband is really not much. Looking at him makes me want to slap him twice. Damn it. How can there be such a person in this world?" he grumbled.
If he could calm down and sense the energy in this space... forget it! In this situation, it would be a complete waste of time.
The demon cult commander and a group of demon cult subordinates frowned upon hearing this. The previous two subordinates had attacked Lin Feng, and the one who had disappeared just now had attacked the Buddha statue. The commonality was that they had all used internal energy.
Lin Feng knew his mother's temperament. Since she had lowered herself to this point, she must be determined. Helplessly, Lin Feng had to look at Lin Zhennan with a pleading gaze.
At the same time, another team teleported into the map. It was none other than Ye Weiyang's Hong Su Shou team, with more than twenty people.
"I didn't expect that after merely sleeping for a few decades, the world would stir up such a storm again," Zhu Que sighed.
"Sister, if you don't want her to cause trouble, it's best to stay at home," Yuan Mochen reminded her.
Grandma Lie Huo and I Love a Piece of Firewood are both from Stephen Chow's movies. Anyone who has watched Stephen Chow's movies knows this.
Qiao Ye stopped and turned to meet my gaze. His expression was somewhat blank, and this blankness precisely proved that he had not considered how to face Su Han before. Everything he was doing now was not well thought out.
However, they were simply unable to contend with Ao Lingtian and the Undying Dragon Phoenix and could only show obedience.
Feng Qingyu turned and left the room, heading towards her residence. She lit a lamp all the way, making the entire corridor as bright as day. All areas except this path were plunged into darkness.
Ye An'an's emotions also became somewhat agitated. She really couldn't understand why, being of Ye Huaien's bloodline, he treated her and Ye Anning so differently. Was it simply because her mother was not the one he loved?
To a certain extent, these law patterns contained the root of their immense power! If Fang Xulong could focus wholeheartedly and diligently comprehend the profound mysteries, and if he could fully decipher the dao patterns on the Kun corpse, his strength would undoubtedly advance to the ranks of top-tier originators.
I felt a bit dazed. I took out a cigarette from my pocket and lit it. Then, through a rare sliver of space, I saw the tall buildings standing in the distance. The neon lights cast a red glow across the city sky. I wasn't dreaming; Nanjing was still this Nanjing, and I was still me. Everything was very real.