Chapter Sixty-Three: Yun Shuang’s Casework Efficiency (Part Two)

The chubby man said, “Doctor Liu, there’s no need to panic. We’re here today just to understand the situation.” Doctor Liu glanced nervously at them for a while before, uneasy and flustered, stepping forward to open his door and ushering them all inside.

Once they entered the living room, Doctor Liu hurriedly invited them to sit and went to prepare tea, but the chubby man shook his head and said, “Doctor Liu, would you mind if we take a look around your house?”

Doctor Liu quickly agreed.

Meng Qingxiao observed the screen for a while. On it was a man in his thirties, dressed in dark travel attire, with a buzz cut, sunglasses, and a backpack. He wasn’t particularly handsome, but he exuded a striking aura. Meng Qingxiao shook his head, indicating he didn’t recognize the man.

Makov’s face was pale. It was his first time using teleportation, and the dizzying sensation made him feel as if he’d been tossed in a washing machine for several minutes.

To use a metaphor, it was like standing at a crossroads shrouded in darkness—no one knew which way to go, lost and confused.

It was the first time Ruan Chuxia had heard him speak so much. His voice was pleasant, deeper and more hoarse than most boys.

The Soviet Union was established through workers’ movements on the ruins of the imperialist Russian Empire. In the revolution, the mutinous soldiers became crucial.

Meng Qingxiao pulled out his phone, opened the camera, and used its zoom function to get a closer look. Now he could see clearly—it was a foreigner, holding a sniper rifle.

She swiftly performed a teleportation technique to evade, rolling and scrambling to her feet, scanning her surroundings.

As the proposer of the heated bed and the operator behind the increase in grain production, Ye Qingqing was rewarded by the emperor with a thousand silver taels, a string of pearls, and ten bolts of silk.

A cold, familiar male voice broke through. The two men targeting Chu Xinxin exchanged glances, then, urged by others, hurriedly left.

If he wished, he could check on the two of them and their surroundings at any time during their prayers.

Even though Madam Zhao wore the most fashionable high heels, Si Nanzhi still stood a head taller than her. With every step she took, an invisible pressure bore down, diminishing Madam Zhao’s confidence.

Thousands of swords, once under Ye Qingyun’s control, now returned to their rightful owners.

After some conversation, despite the language barrier, Raphael managed to grasp the specifics of this world.

Thus, under the joint proposal of Su Bihan and Qin Jiangyue, Changsheng and Rumengjiao’s wedding date was set.

“If we want to set the Later Liang’s backyard on fire, what will we use as kindling?” Qin Jiangyue, stirred with excitement, couldn’t help but raise this crucial question.

Pei Jing looked back at him, meeting a pair of smiling eyes, and suddenly her heart skipped a beat.

Chaotic thunder energy shimmered, and in Qin Qiu’s gestures, one could feel the power to command ten thousand sword auras.

Upon learning that she’d narrowly escaped an assassination attempt by Da Wu’s secret agents, Madam Shen immediately tightened security, assigning several maids to watch over Shen Luoyan at all times.

Song Wanyin used this matter to disgust me. If I followed through, she’d surely think I was unwilling to divorce her.

She looked to Qin Jiuchuan for help, hoping he’d plead on her behalf, but he turned a blind eye from the start, his gaze fixed on Si Nanzhi’s lips from the moment they entered the courtyard.

The death knight curled his lip. He realized he was still at the bottom of that cursed lake—lying there with nothing but water around him, sand beneath his head and rear, and a gemstone before him. He could sense nothing else.

As for Qi Ce, he’d long navigated the courts of various nations with ease. Not only could he handle the nobles of Jin with skill, but even if the ruler sent him to deal with foreign dignitaries one day, there would be no need to worry. All you had to do was trust him and follow his advice.

Suddenly, a faint, sweet fragrance wafted to his nose. Su Qianling paused, opened his eyes leisurely, and saw several bright fruits in Mo Yihen’s hand.

Given GL’s current lineup of five, breaking through the preliminary stage of the Beijing Division would not be a problem.

To outsiders, it appeared as if a faint mist enveloped the broadsword, but only Shang Hao could see that it was pure energy wrapping around the blade.

Ye Luo’s team picked “Outlaw” and “Child of the Stars” for their first and second floors. This bot lane combination was extremely oppressive—especially with Graves’ high early burst, which posed a significant threat to Vayne. Add in a toxic support, and their lane could play as aggressively as they liked.

“Damn, what the hell is this?” Riven on the top lane cursed, her hand shaking as she missed a minion.

One festive barrage after another filled the screen, the wild commentary reflecting the exhilaration and pride of the students.

This time, there was no breeze, no light, no fire, nor any other abnormal phenomenon. After patiently waiting five minutes, he used his second-to-last scroll.

At that moment, a child ran over stealthily and said to Tang Ze, “Uncle Tang, Director Chen came by himself. Are you giving this candy to Director Chen?” As he spoke, the child eyed the candy in Tang Ze’s hand with longing.

Zhang Xi successfully took Chu Bin away, settling him in his own place and caring for him until he woke.

“Why are you making a fuss right after waking up? Can’t you rest and recover properly?” At that moment, the hospital room door opened and Sister Zhou walked in.

Guo Silan was furious, but her hands and feet were bound, leaving her helpless. She could only close her eyes in despair.

At first, she thought something had happened—maybe it was about Chi Yanxi—but it turned out she’d come to talk about the competition.