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Under the heavy atmosphere, Mu Sihan looked at Tang Wanwei, who seemed to be asking him for a kiss, and slowly lowered his head, only to stop abruptly the moment his lips were about to touch hers.

"This mirror is quite fascinating. Ordinarily cute and docile animals, once reflected by it, end up with red eyes and madness. Truly remarkable," Mu Lingtian murmured.

And so, this task fell upon Caiyun. Over these past few days, Caiyun had shed her colorful robes and donned a grey monastic vestment, making her look entirely like a nun. Yet, her current demeanor possessed an even more refined and striking grace.

It was evident that a corpse was buried within this bamboo grove. The bamboo roots had pierced through the skeleton, and as the bamboo shoots grew, they pushed the skull out of the ground.

"Let's all eat now. The food is getting cold." Su Xuanxuan picked up the remote control and turned off the television.

Although Su Ziyi was not exceptionally intelligent, whenever matters concerned herself, she could always cut straight to the essence. Ignoring Madam Liu's reproaches, she directly inquired about the matter of the concubine-born son.

For Su Yuyan, however, this was extraordinary news. Having failed to trip up Su Yuzhen last time—and even earning a scolding from her mother because of it—she could not let this opportunity slip away again.

Yet what shocked everyone, including He Enzhong and even Xiao Ling, was that Mu Yan's test was far from over. In the next instant, Mu Yan struck out with another palm, infusing profound energy into the precision stele, which immediately displayed new test data.

Madam Lin patted Old Madam Su's hand consolingly, then cast a stern gaze toward Su Yuanming and Madam Su.

One of them even gave A-Fen a kick as he spoke. Having never witnessed such a spectacle, A-Fen felt her knees weaken and dropped straight to the ground.

"Xing'er, what on earth is wrong with you? If something happened, tell me, don't leave me worrying, alright?" Shen Qinghong had already urged her several times, but Ling Bing remained too uneasy to leave.

Furthermore, she had been perfectly fine just yesterday, so how could she be vomiting blood incessantly and even fall unconscious by today?

"Three minutes and twelve seconds. Much too slow!" He walked past each team member, grabbing Dapeng's disheveled collar. "Your collar is crooked. Douzi, your button isn't fastened..." He inspected them one by one, shouting harshly at several of them.

Tracing the logic further, one of the assassins targeting the original owner was Yinyu; Yinyu belonged to the Crimson Flame Mercenaries, and the poison she was afflicted with could only trace its raw materials back to Meow Meow Star... She lowered her gaze, deep in thought. The enemy had woven a dark net, waiting for her to walk right into it.

Seeing the newcomer, Lu Qiutong snapped back from her thoughts, the smile on her face gradually fading.

All of these factors made today's Palace of Gold the ideal stronghold for the resistance alliance to counter Date Akira's military coup.

In truth, Ye Kai had already learned nearly all the magic of Kamar-Taj, grasping its theories and concepts quite thoroughly. Therefore, he was now ready to embark on something he had long intended to do—replicating the Mirror Dimension magic onto his symbiotic armor.

Qingning and Yin Siyao walked over together, their heads leaning close in tacit understanding, striking an intimate pose and smiling at the camera.

"Madame Gao? An elderly Chinese woman, and her subordinates don't look like good people either. Could she be Madame Gao, one of the fingers of the Hand?" Ye Kai speculated on her identity, feeling more than eighty percent confident in his guess.

With that, Xia Zhi placed the two cloth bundles she had prepared on the table, handing one to Sister-in-law Gu and the other to Old Madam Gu.

Hey, you didn't even give a warning before starting! Catching the ball and looking at Chen Yu, Geng Haoshi thought to himself: Could it be because I'm the new guy that he wants to break me in?

"Hey, hey! You stinky Taoist nun, I saved you, yet you don't even say thank you and instead curse me as a wild monk. I'm teaching this girl a few moves, what business is it of yours? You're just a dog meddling in a rat's business!" The eccentric monk grew furious and began bickering with Miaoxuan.

Beyond that, you demanded a research team from Xiahaye as payment for betraying "Hugh." The entire setup was foolproof; it was Sandier who betrayed him, not Guanyin, so the cover would never be blown. To take a step back, "Hugh" likely wouldn't care about such matters in the least.

The housing allocated by the military district to her and Huang Yuanchao had also been repossessed, leaving Hu Lina to live in the regiment's eight-person dormitory.

Such circuitous movement mirrors the operation of the Dao, akin to the rising and setting of the sun, the ebb and flow of the tides, and the alternating cycles of spring and winter.

As the demonic energy entered his body, the Human Immortal indeed froze, his eyes turning dull and vacant. Tu Ba withdrew his hand with a triumphant smirk.

"Yes, Your Majesty, please do not be angry. We will arrange the strategy for attack right now," Yi Nan said.

Da Bantou frowned as he looked at the young man's stringy underwear, drew a large switchblade from his pocket, and slowly walked over.

"Heh, you know what I do for a living; how could I possibly give people so much leverage to talk?!" I glanced at Liu Yang with a smile and replied.

"An elite?" Gao Qian paused for a moment. He raised his head to look at Gao Yong, then at Blue Pingling, feeling utterly bewildered. Since Gao Qian was already a master of the Heavenly Ranking, the very moment he saw his older brother, he could tell that the latter had reached the threshold of the quasi-Heavenly Ranking realm, ready to break through to the Heavenly Ranking at the slightest opportunity.

"Ah Ling..." Qing Ruifan was certain he heard her address him as "Emperor" right from her ears. The two words sounded gratingly harsh coming from her throat, a sensation he instinctively felt.

In the year Xiuluozha turned eighteen, his father, Xiu Shiyuan, suddenly fell gravely ill and passed away shortly after. Having lost his mother in childhood and now his father, Xiuluozha was momentarily grief-stricken and devastated beyond measure.

Utilizing the initiative gained by infiltrating deep into the village and firmly holding the upper hand, they adopted a bold close-combat approach. This left the puppet troops within the village unable to discern from which direction the Eighth Route Army's offensive was originating, let alone pinpoint the exact location of their primary assault. Yet, naturally enough, this was precisely how things unfolded.

Although this battalion was a newly formed unit consisting mostly of raw recruits who had received little formal training aside from a core group of veterans, led by cadres at all levels wielding rifles or brandishing broadswords, they charged forward without formal formations or tactical applications.

The Demon King felt a tremor in his heart. Although he had just disciplined the mountain-patrolling monsters inside the cave, once plunged into this boundless darkness, he still felt wave after wave of inexplicable terror closing in from all directions.

"Understood, this subordinate withdraws." The scout vanished instantly. The entire palace was left with only Yi Hanxuan, clad in grey brocade and wearing a blank expression. It seemed his probing had succeeded—Wuming had lost all her martial arts; otherwise, she would not have delegated her orders to someone else. Yet why had she remained silent about it all?

Using hand-to-hand combat—wouldn't the price paid be even greater? Around Gaoping, an effective defense system had already been established. Without sufficient ammunition, and refusing to think of alternative solutions, relying purely on brute force assaults—just how heavy a price would they have to pay? This good fellow cared only for stability while missing the core of the calculation entirely.