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This is a sacred Buddhist ground, unauthorized personnel are not allowed to trespass! Please turn back! The warrior monk said with his eyes closed, holding a staff in his right hand and keeping his left hand parallel to his chin. His tone was calm and unruffled, yet Qin Yi sensed something slightly unusual about him.

The senior brother looked at his broken sword in half, then at the flying sword piercing his dantian, unable to utter a single word. He merely turned his head and shot a bitter glare in the direction where the fourth junior brother had fled.

Let's put it this way: suppose we diagnose a disease correctly and prescribe the right medicine, but a patient takes the medicine for ten days to half a month without any relief in their condition. What do you think people would say? Peng Yizhen asked.

Romancing Kurumi Tokisaki is no simple task. Moreover, as the timeline progresses, Kurumi becomes increasingly resolute in her own mind, growing ever more cold-blooded and dark. Romancing Kurumi Tokisaki at that point in time becomes correspondingly more difficult.

Watching the red-lotus-clad youth's methodical actions, Yun Wuxin's heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, slowly settled back down.

After finishing with high spirits, Tohka swaggered over to the bakery with Ren'ya, pushed the door open, and walked inside.

It was no wonder she was shocked; Qin Yi and Immortal Huoyun were completely unrelated figures. Now that the other party claimed Huoyun was his senior brother, it would be strange if Ningxiang wasn't astonished.

Surround them all completely! If a single one dares to make a reckless move, annihilate every last one of them! Qin Yi commanded coldly toward the Three-Eyed Divine Monkey.

Watching Xiao Yutong's graceful figure gradually disappear from his sight, Mo Jie wore a trace of bitterness on his face, sighed softly, and left as well.

Yes, I suppose among all the successive generations of Purple-Gold Holy Monarchs, only Wang Chen cultivated without the slightest effort. It truly makes everyone envious. We are all humans, so why is the gap so vast? Bai Deqing said with envy.

Wang Hanzhi and the other two simultaneously revealed puzzled expressions, gazing at Zhao Hao in incomprehension as to why he was suddenly so emotional.

Circling around, the first thing that came into view was a broad, sturdy back like that of a bear, kneeling before a new grave, head bowed and silent.

Yet she could see nothing. Even after walking so long in the pitch darkness and adapting to the night in the mountain forest, she still could not make out her surroundings.

After three months of this, Huang Dunyi's demonstrated talent and progress regarding the Jilongjun brothers could simply be described as astonishing.

However, Mr. Lu no longer gave her the chance. She had no opportunity to make the children close to her again, no opportunity to atone for her sins toward them.

I'm full. Let's go first, I'm a bit tired. Qiao Yu put down her cutlery; she could not maintain peace of mind in any place where Liang Jingrui was present.

Yet he could not get in touch with Gu Ange, and having no time to ask Lou Jiong just now, he immediately cast his gaze onto Chen Feng.

Zhao Hao merely gazed intently at the Yan territory rivers and mountains south of the Great Wall, while the generals behind him radiated brilliance in their eyes, staring fixedly at everything unfolding before them.

Though she had only spent less than half an hour sitting in Jin Yuan, that half-hour had completely bewildered her, leaving her lost in a fog.

Curving the corners of her lips, though she did not know why she was here, in such a morning and at such a time, having someone like her by her side meant that, at least for now, she was not lonely.

Oh dear, she had already won herself a Li Ziting—she shouldn't be treated too well, or she would be spoiled rotten.

Outside, everyone had quietly relocated without a sound, and the courtyard was hushed. Fang Zhibo walked unhurriedly with a bag tucked under his arm, as though the distance of every single step he took had been measured to a precise standard.

This was the first time Ye Feng and Zhang Kexin had ever visited a place like the southern Myanmar black market. As soon as they stepped inside, the two of them could not help feeling a chill run down their spines.

During the previous verification, Li Shang discovered that his Five Elements Pupils had not malfunctioned; rather, this tomb chamber was bizarre and had managed to bypass his Five Elements Pupils.

Unless they are genuine jade experts, they cannot discern the true luster of the jade before the stone-grinding process is complete.

Ramos, you will regret this, you will definitely regret this! Chinese cultivators cannot protect you! Sanchez said through gritted teeth.

Ye Feng could well imagine what kind of ferocious storm he would face if Zhang Kexin found out about the things Hu Chunyao had said.

Shortly after leaving the town, they suddenly heard shouts coming from behind. Monkey and Zhuqing looked back and saw a dozen people in plainclothes, each holding a rifle, running in pursuit of them.

Had anyone familiar with her temperament been present, they would have noticed how utterly unusual this excess of emotion truly was.

The illusory figure broke out in a cold sweat, swiftly dodging two descending bolts of thunder-fire, and hurriedly turned to run out the window.

It is said that Shangguan Xu rarely appears in public, spending years training abroad and remaining extremely mysterious. Thus, while the world knows the name Shangguan Xu, very few have ever seen his true face.

In the imperial capital, the Bi family's influence in the business world was practically absolute. If one were to add the Zuo family—a clan feared by both the underworld and the police alike—she truly could not imagine who else could possibly match Bi Qianmo.

Lin Biqiao knew that Sister Wang had Du Caiwei's best interests at heart, but she had to interrupt. Her mind was entirely consumed by how Du Caiwei was doing, and she was in no mood to listen to Sister Wang's long-winded speech.

In the past, saying that Lin Biqiao's background was inadequate to help the young master with anything might still have passed as a valid reason. But now that Lin Biqiao was already the successor of the Su family, how could her background possibly be considered inadequate?

Yet the movements of her hands remained horrifyingly precise, every single cut looking as though it had been subjected to meticulous calculation.

The Matchmaker was unable to defend himself and wanted Siming to explain clearly. After all, since the matter involved the person lying in the forbidden zone, he himself only understood half of it. However, when he turned his head back around, Siming was nowhere to be seen.

The sound of turbulent air suddenly crisscrossed the tennis ball court. Asou stopped in his footsteps, watching the tennis ball gradually descending from above, his lips parted slightly to aid his breathing.

I raised my sword, pointing it levelly ahead, and declared that although Lu Yan was a junior of shallow cultivation and mediocre aptitude, he still possessed a backbone of unyielding steel.

Upon seeing Steller just emerging from the water's surface, Alonso felt a sharp pang in his heart and hastily shouted out to Steller in rapid succession.

However, I did not resent Granny Tian. Although she had used me, her actions were understandable, and what is more, her subsequent words seemed to allow me to glimpse the dawn of hope.