71 Ghosts and Deities (3)

“He and my second brother ventured out into the world together, but... in the end, all I received at home were their weapons and tattered clothing...” Chu Zifeng lowered his gaze to the dim floor, murmuring softly.

Every step is fraught with peril, hurdles at every turn, yet once each is overcome, there comes a transformation, an ascent with every stride.

Now, the welcoming ceremony still demanded attention, but the celestial bodies emerging in the starry sky and that enormous corpse diverted the focus of many factions. Each sought to send their own to investigate, making the matter of Crystal City seem less significant—so long as enough ransom was paid, everything would be settled.

Some people, of course, given your personalities, would never abandon those beside you to save yourselves. Thus, in the end, you too would lose your lives.

The spirit trapped inside had finally gone mad, reverting to its true form—a demon with twin horns, pitch-black and terrifyingly grotesque.

“She? She’s enjoying her twilight years in the palace,” Angelina sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. She harbored not a shred of affection for the stepmother who had once harmed her.

From the moment the white karmic flames appeared on Chen Xiao’s body to their disappearance, only a fleeting instant passed; naturally, such a moment caused no shift in power.

Su Yu, driven beyond the brink of rage, became incoherent. His body lunged forward, eyes bloodshot, a fearsome aura radiating from him.

Sleepless through the night, Xie Gongbao remained energetic. He spoke at length with the pharaoh, the chieftain, and the villagers about their rescue, bid farewell, and set off, carrying Fang Sihuo and a heart full of hope.

The towering black bear, several hundred meters high, stood half out of the mist. The ground beneath its feet was already cracked, its muscles as hard as rock, its massive fists reaching into the clouds, and then, with one palm, it struck down.

When he glanced at Huang Wenji, who was surrounded and protected at the center, his eyes showed no emotion, as cold as if he were looking at a corpse of no worth.

“Not a single egg survives beneath a toppled nest. When the dynasty collapses, even the powerful clans will not prosper. Why won’t they consider the greater good, contribute funds and strength to resist the barbarians, and secure peace for their homeland?” Wang Shicheng asked in confusion.

Whenever he saw his other children, he couldn’t help but recall this incident—his deepest regret toward Feng Xiyue, one that a lifetime might never remedy.

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The lounge door suddenly swung open. Su Yuqing saw Su Zijiang and rushed in excitedly, immediately taking his arm.

Seeing this, Xu Wuyou called upon the power of time’s origin, pretending to parry with his longsword. To make it convincing, he even bit his tongue, letting blood trickle from the corner of his mouth.

It was only because the strength of this current body was still too weak; had it been his previous body, honed by countless systems, Chen Yan’s kick would have been enough to kill Li Jinmei on the spot.

As the Black Fiend Wind Wolf drew closer, the other four shut their eyes in disbelief, even Yan Xueqing closed hers, unwilling to witness her own body smashed to pieces.

But Liu Silang, stubborn to the end, refused to let go no matter how fiercely the couple beat him.

Zhuge Hongyun had no doubt about Duan Gujin’s words; he found them eminently reasonable.

Perhaps she was stifled inside, and Qin Le kept provoking her. If he didn’t teach him a lesson, he’d never know a brother’s endurance.

On the road, they encountered some powerful beasts. Sensing their presence, they quickly sidestepped, avoiding detection by the formidable creatures.

Da Hu replied, “Yes, every day!” But after a while, he added, “Wait, why do we still have to carry it? Can’t we just leave it here?”

The sunlight had already faded, bringing no warmth. The sparse forest fell eerily silent, the wind’s howl gradually rising, accompanied by a chilling, ominous cold.

They had previously believed Oda only produced one Optimus Prime and distributed vast quantities of cheap ‘Transforming Troop’ toys. But the sudden appearance of the equally cheap Grimlock stunned the ‘Transforming Troop’ line, causing severe inventory stagnation at every Toy City branch.

The Special Forces Company under Hu Biao’s command, even if fully involved in the Battle of Taierzhuang, wouldn’t inflict much damage. If truly drawn into such a major conflict, casualties among the company would be heavy. By contrast, sabotage behind enemy lines was much safer.

“We can. We happen to need a guide. As long as you’re healthy enough, I have no objections,” Bu Tian replied.

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As soon as he heard that his wife had issued a decree, Bu Tian leapt from bed, bare-chested and clad only in athletic shorts, dashed past Liu Rui like the wind, and soon vanished—leaving behind only a lingering masculine scent around the still-dazed Liu Rui.

“Brother Tian is so handsome, like the ‘God of War descending from the Ninth Heaven.’ I adore him to death,” Duo’er gushed, her face aglow with admiration.

Ob Pure Draft: In ancient Greek drama, when the plot stalled and the characters were trapped, a god with great power would suddenly appear to resolve the dilemma and wrap up the story. This was called deus ex machina.

Ye Yuan opened his browser, deftly typed a string of URLs, hit enter, and a simple web page appeared before him.

Sensing something was amiss, Li Baiqin quickly dismissed the servants; the aunties scattered in a hurry, each hiding away.

With the Dragon-Phoenix Secret Vault open this year, who could have guessed that this Stone Meteor would storm the Dragon-Phoenix Rankings—what rank would it achieve?

“What is Lady Jing up to?” Cui Yuanyue pondered, his scalp tingling at the thought.

So now, after settling his wife on the bench, he produced a pile of delicious food as if performing magic.

“But you’re drenched. You should ride that thing back,” he pointed at a vehicle. He’d originally meant to say she should take a horse-drawn carriage home, but realized times had changed, so he substituted “that thing” instead, lest he make a joke and tarnish his dignity as the King of Corpses.

“This…” Ling Fan hesitated, glancing at Guo Wei, only to receive a stern warning look.

Despite his brazen demeanor, he was actually extremely cautious. He was no fool; after all, Ling Xiao had slain three top-tier geniuses.

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