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Beiming Yao was caught off guard, half-collapsing into Xuanyuan Ji’s arms, the strong sound of his heartbeat echoing in her ears.

Beiming Yao had not stepped out since yesterday afternoon; it was now midday, yet there was still no movement.

She then took out a piece of gauze, and with unhurried movements, pulled out the needle while wiping away the beads of black blood.

Mu Qingqing held a snack box in one hand, patted Yanyu’s shoulder quite magnanimously with the other, and returned to the side chamber with a grin.

From the moment the master of the Jin family uttered those words, Steward Su kept his head bowed whenever he looked at Zhao Zixian, his demeanor clearly becoming much more respectful, even carrying a sense of being inferior to him.

Xia Tian interrupted, saying, "The great kindness of President Zhao in saving my sister is something I can never repay in a lifetime. What is a single fish ball shop? I am willing to be acquired by the Zhao Group; with a boss like President Zhao, the fish balls will not be wasted." Despite these words, a trace of desolation flickered in Xia Tian's eyes.

As her fingers were pried open one by one, Liu Ruxu’s heart splintered into pieces with every movement, bleeding profusely. "If you die, what will become of Mother? What will become of Mother..."

It was the height of summer, and the garden was lush with flourishing flowers and greenery. Beside the long corridor grew large clusters of wisteria, swaying slightly in the breeze and emitting a faint floral fragrance.

Qiao Song clutched the quilt, hearing her heart pounding like thunder, followed by the dragging sound of footsteps and the click of the light switch.

To quickly turn these acquired enterprises into profitable ones would require additional investment. Furthermore, they had to contend with North American capital for equity; even with all their money, they could not withstand such attrition. By proposing a West African project swap later, they would have no choice but to agree.

He did not know when it started, perhaps out of habit from being tormented, but Su Jin actually found it less painful. The numbness and itching deep within his muscles gradually transformed into threads of warmth, darting throughout his body.

One man leapt onto a large tree, darting through a few gaps to reach a spot with dense foliage. Using the leaves to shield his figure, he peered through the gaps into the distance. A troop of thirty or forty men was running along the imperial road. Judging by their attire, they were the Imperial Guards responsible for the defense of the capital, not palace attendants or eunuchs sent to deliver edicts.

Elder Zhang the First yawned and checked the time; it was one o'clock in the afternoon, time for his nap. He walked to the sofa and lay down.

Ghost God Dragon was not worried; his vessel, the *Ghost God*, was extremely sturdy. Charging at it like this was undoubtedly like an egg hitting a rock, which actually played to his advantage.

With no other choice after buying several exquisite garments hand-crafted by seamstresses, Pao Dayou went to Yuhang to seek help from Lord Zhang.

Two fists collided violently, and an invisible force surged outward from the point of impact.

Hearing this, He Xiaomo’s face turned bright red instantly. Being overheard by so many people, she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Feeling the cool breeze, Yang Ye took a deep breath. With this White Lion, they could travel at night. Moreover, they no longer needed to worry about being besieged by mysterious beasts. He believed it wouldn't be long before they reached the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Jiang Shi’s gaze fell on Wang Jia, and he realized she was indeed formidable; her Vortex Swordsmanship was almost equal to his own. The demon hunters of Class 0753 also appeared vulnerable before her.

"I don't care, you are not allowed to pay the bill; I must be the one to pay today." Yu Qingxin felt exhausted and resorted to her "tsundere" tactics. Once this move was unleashed, Shen Du was left completely defenseless.

Yang Longyun asked a question, but Li Xingba ignored him entirely. He swung his twin hammers straight at Yang Longyun, and within a few swift moves, Yang Longyun was captured by Li Xingba.

Before leaving, Zhou Kai gave Zhu Houde a final piece of advice, telling him about the situation in Macheng; that was all he could do.

"Steward, go contact the members of the six great families and tell them our Xu family has matters to discuss." After Zhou Zheng left, Xu Ang sent his contact to summon the six families to Danning City to discuss the situation.

This residence was in a typical Chinese style—antique, elegant, and quite aged; it must have been the ancestral home passed down through the Lin family.

The shrill cry of the Green Crag Bird rang out, and thousands of feathers stood erect, slicing the light into fragments like blades. Yet, those rays of light seemed to possess a life of their own; as soon as they were shattered, they regrew and spread, wrapping around every single feather.

At this moment, Wang Feng’s face was as cold as water, his eyes scanning coldly as Monder was helped away by Maimonde. He felt great resentment at failing to slay his opponent, but there was no further opportunity to strike. The next priority was how to get Li Wan out of there safely.

Before Da Gu could finish speaking, Qin Yang shouted at Mebius, but it was too late. A transparent barrier encased him, and white mist rose; when the mist dispersed, Mebius inside the barrier had turned into a bronze statue.

A dozen police officers rushed in, quickly pinning the thugs against the wall with their hands behind their backs, shouting loudly.

In three days, Alan had developed a preliminary outline of how to establish a church and how to help it grow rapidly. As long as he found the right conditions, establishing a church quickly was not just empty talk.

When Lai Tiandong went upstairs, his walk returned to normal, though his left hand still hung limp. He knocked on a side chamber door a few times before entering. Two people were sitting inside: Guan Tiancai, the deputy hall master of the Regeneration Hall, and Yang Tian, who wore glasses.

It was a distance of less than ten paces, yet walking it felt like moving from the mortal world to hell. With every step, Mu Yiyi felt more terrified, her feet growing heavier, until she bit her lip and finally reached the coffin, suddenly becoming abnormally nervous.

I finally understood, and I was too embarrassed to ask more. The bald man led me toward the room with the open door.

According to standard logic, the dozens of NPC soldiers from the Flying Tiger Regiment were caught red-handed by the Flying Bear Army and had no chance to hide anything. As long as they handed over everything on their persons for the Flying Bear Army to search, they could prove their innocence.

Utilizing the powerful friction between the Sword of the War God and the city wall, Wu Jie kept his descent speed to a minimum. Even under these circumstances, his mind remained sufficiently calm. Seeing he was about to hit the ground, he exerted force through his waist once more, performing a graceful flip and landing steadily on his feet.