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Half-asleep, Lu Jingshan heard her roommate Jingjing calling out and opened her eyes. Having stayed up far too late rehearsing the previous night, she was utterly exhausted.

Heaven-Defying Li went all out with his full strength, while the powerful figures of the demonic path also united one after another with the practitioners of the righteous path to resist the cloud warriors. As the demonic experts erupted with their might, they managed to barely hold off the attack of the cloud warriors and even began to fall back in an orderly fashion.

The Eight-Armed Arhat threw a punch that unleashed rolling waves of energy, giving Zhu Hong a tremendous scare! His power had unexpectedly increased by a staggering margin!

Damn it all, the punishment from just moments ago was still fresh in his memory, and he certainly didn't want to go through that again. Therefore, he decided that the worst-case scenario was simply letting these clothes gather dust and mildew inside the wardrobe.

Looking at this peerlessly beautiful and stunning jade-like woman, her cloud-like hair cascaded down like a waterfall onto her graceful back, dark, crystal-clear, and glossy. Her slender willow waist complemented her upturned, alluring hips. Such a fair beauty was still softly whispering to you: I do not want to leave you.

As long as you possess the strength to sweep away all opposition, it no longer matters what you ought to do; what matters is simply what you want to do.

At 2:00 PM on December 6th at Taipei Airport, Chen Luo held the hands of two adorable little ones as he walked down the plane and headed toward the exit.

"It can't be that simple; there must be some other trick behind this. Tell me, could there be some unknown treasure on Earth that has caught their eye?" the fat man shouted.

Chen Luo felt a little nervous. He exhaled—then inhaled—and only after repeating this several times did he gradually calm down. The two little darlings were laughing happily, their faces flushed red with excitement.

As a Grand Martial Artist himself, his sensory range was only about ten meters or so, and it was still susceptible to obstacles like physical barriers. Yet Wu Mian, mere martial artist that he was, possessed a perception ten times greater than his.

Chu Xuan suddenly felt a pang of guilt. This matter should not have been spoken of, but in a moment of impulse just now, he had completely forgotten what Chu Chu had told him.

Clearly, she was someone he wished to hold in the palm of his hand and protect, yet things always went completely contrary to his desires, just like that time a thousand years ago.

For the past couple of days, his master's phone had been unreachable, and he had only received a single text message with a rather unkind tone.

The dark curtain of night was gradually encroaching upon the horizon, successively scattering bright stars across the sky. The moon had long since shyly parted its light veil to reveal its delicate countenance, draping layers of silvery radiance over the earth.

In a dark corner, Moge, draped in a black cloak, silently watched Gali’s solitary figure until the other left his spot, whereupon he lowered his gaze and departed the imperial capital of Grossa.

Seeing this, the three maidservants hurriedly retreated to the doorway. To prevent their master from once again generating massive amounts of smoke in the courtyard, they had toiled away through the night to remodel the kitchen, even building a peculiar chimney. They couldn't possibly be expected to run and hide every time the imperial concubine cooked something, could they?

Bu Xu furrowed his brow deeply, feeling that he had meddled too much. This young woman simply lacked any backbone or independent thought.

When one reaches 170 decibels, the physical strength and density of the human body will undergo an overall enhancement, which is the standard of an intermediate martial disciple.

Although it was Wu Mian's first time fighting against the barbarians, he knew all too well what kind of monsters these amulet-wearing cultists truly were.

Feng Erwai clearly had not expected Erlang to talk back. His usually honest and submissive grandson either kept his mouth shut or mumbled incoherently, but looking at him now, he was obviously completely different—his attire and styling were entirely changed.

"Aren't you feeling gross?" Gu Meng felt a chill in her heart, withdrew her hand, and wiped it with a tissue. This man was truly becoming more and more outrageous.

"Accept it. I suppose I can understand her feelings," Zhao Chenchen sighed softly. Although the things the other woman had done previously disgusted her, she also felt a sliver of sympathy for her; unrequited love was the most painful agony of all.

For she could see that deep within the dark tunnel, the faint beam of a searchlight had already appeared. Amplified by the cave entrance, the roaring sound of the fully speeding train was growing closer and closer, even intermingled with some faint, unintelligible growls and roars.

Eagle Old Seven watched unblinkingly as the ball of light flew out, only for it to transform upon landing into a yellow-haired stray dog. A rather fleshy, long tongue hung out from its side, and its upright ears abruptly flattened the instant they caught sight of Lin Yu.

Ahead, the cries of battle filled the air. The lines of the undead legion and the Silver Star City guards had intersected, plunging into intense, fierce hand-to-hand combat.

"When on earth did I beat you?" Xu Ling retorted directly. Her nephew was a scholar, so she preferred not to provoke him if she could avoid it, but if she didn't snap back with this retort, even thinking about adopting Fourth Son would be out of the question.

The bare-chested man fell right into the black fog he had created himself, his body covered in countless massive hoofprints.

Now Lin Jie felt that since he had already paid the money, he didn't have that many misgivings left. He boldly dialed the number he had looked up earlier, yet the response from the other end remained consistently powered off.

"Yes. At the time, the late Emperor's illness struck too suddenly. There was no time to assemble the imperial physicians to deliberate on a medicinal prescription... but the late Emperor still could not withstand the potency of the medicine." Eunuch Su's tone carried a hint of helplessness.

Although in her heart she felt that Liu Ranzhi was a friend worth making, Wei Man deeply felt that her time knowing Liu Ranzhi was far too brief. Furthermore, Liu Ranzhi harbored far too many secrets; thus, these hidden thoughts in her heart naturally could not be fully confessed to Liu Ranzhi.

The fundraising drive in the male dormitory proceeded with great momentum, and Chen Wanxin joined in at the opportune moment. Chen Wanxin was already widely known throughout the entire academy, with every male student viewing her as a celestial fairy of the waves rather than a mere campus belle. Consequently, donors flocked to her in droves, leaving no one with the patience to listen to Wang Xiang repeatedly point at the notices to explain the reasons for the fundraising.

Seeing this and knowing that the Crown Princess had something to say to him, Qingxi hastily retraced the steps he had just eased down.

It was precisely because there was someone favored by that mastermind present that Country F had been extremely dedicated during this search and rescue operation.

"Didn't Mao Yaxuan have any other suitors? Judging by her looks, she's quite decent; she shouldn't have to wrong herself to this extent just to trade for love," Dulan prompted Azi, guiding the conversation in the direction she wanted to explore.

Was Mu Lan wrong? She was not wrong either. Yet the truth she wished to know was precisely this. He could not beg her not to hate him. If she... A piercing pain in his heart caused him to knit his brows tightly.

"I wonder what my third sister is sighing about?" A lightly smiling voice rang out behind Wei Man.

She walked to the entrance of Pine Tree Alley. People came and went on the avenue, and the shops stood with open doors, thriving with business. Mu Lan felt as though she were standing on a dividing line. Ahead lay a bustling, clamorous world full of the breath of life. Behind her, the quiet and deserted alley filled her heart with dread.

Rising early in the morning, Mu Jin and Dongqing set to work washing medicinal herbs, spreading them out to dry, or draining their moisture before pounding them to prepare medicines.

Chu Zhongyue was already gambling. As matters stood today, the only bargaining chip he had left was Ren Xiaojue, whom he had abducted. If Night Brocade had already cast aside Ren Xiaojue's life for the sake of revenge and insisted on fighting him, Chu Zhongyue, right here, then he would simply have no choice but to perish together with Night Brocade in a mutual destruction.