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Deng Daoyin felt discouraged. An Nianrang's child wasn't his either, so his use of the word "also" was indeed inappropriate.

Her injury did not look serious, save for a bloody hole on her arm measuring less than half an inch. To a martial artist, such an injury was no different from a mere scratch, yet Zhou Yiru could not help crying aloud.

Lu Mingshu had nothing to say. This Grand Uncle-Master Zhuo rarely spoke, but whenever he opened his mouth to lecture others, every single word was entirely justified.

This was a secret mental cultivation method for pacifying the soul. Although it could not reverse the situation, it could at least allow Pu Yan to hold on for a little longer.

Looking at Du Shanying's blood-stained hands, Xu Zhi's eyes instantly welled up with tears. Needless to say, Du Shanying must have lost her way, and amidst her exhaustion and weariness, accidentally dropped the rag doll onto the rocks of the cliff. Remembering her father's instructions, she had risked her life to find her younger brother back.

The palace attendants had set up fishing gear by the fish pond, and several imperial princes along with Hua Wanwan were seated by the pond, fishing.

Xu Zhi's words acted like a reassuring anchor, finally setting the minds of Feng Peng's flustered parents at ease. After expressing their endless gratitude, they began frantically checking flight schedules and booking plane tickets.

Unfortunately, Feng Rong possessed the Supreme Pupil Technique. Not to mention merely fleeing far away, even escaping to other planes would have been useless.

Xu Zhi was originally a science and engineering student, and having previously read materials on astrophysics, he found the university physics textbook remarkably simple. Therefore, he simply began exercising his divine sense using the divine sense manipulation techniques of the Sun God Needle.

Wen Lan wore a look of taking things for granted, while Fu Jingchen's brow furrowed tighter and tighter, yet he did not open his mouth to say a word in her defense.

Because of that single evening gown, the Yu Group was now the parent company of several world-class luxury fashion brands.

"Don't call me Sister Miao." Ye Miao had wanted to bring this up for a long time. In her world, the name "Sister Miao" sounded identical to a certain commodity, which was simply too immersion-breaking.

Her room was practically uninhabitable. Ye Miao had given it a simple cleaning on the day she transmigrated, but over the past few days, a strange odor had begun to emanate from the room once again. She suspected that some food previously hidden by the former Ye Miao had gone bad.

Mi Xiang'er had no intention of arguing with her husband. In her heart, she understood clearly that Yun Jingting was simply trying to protect and cherish her.

"This is a recording, perhaps you might find it useful!" The villager pulled a USB flash drive from beneath his plump buttocks and handed it to Zhang Jialiang.

Li Tian and the others were even more panicked by King Chen's words, and for a moment, they actually showed signs of going back on their word.

Jiang Yunqing had never really taken Nanmen Tuo to heart in the first place; she was only concerned about whether there were any dealings between the Nanmen family and the Liuming Sect. But hearing Zong Rui speak this way now, she figured there probably wasn't any particularly deep relationship between the two.

"This palace doesn't know what riddles you are speaking in. If your words of warning are finished, guards, prepare the carriage!" Bai Zhi's voice trembled slightly as the palace attendants filed in and grandly escorted her away.

Following the meandering Tuligen River, one could see the water weeds at the river bottom swaying gracefully with the babbling current. Reflections of clouds entered the river, and the sky was azure blue, further enriching the colors of the river.

Chen Yaozhong sent off the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, took out his passport from his luggage, and sat there motionlessly, turning the whole matter over in his mind from beginning to end... What he thought about the most was, what should Tang Xiling do if he happened to not be able to return?

Everyone looked at those beggars, who seemed utterly numb. At the very beginning of the Primordial Era, some had been a bit displeased, but after doing it two or three times, they understood what it was all about.

"They were dead through and through long ago. I went to take a look just now, and I heard others say that he might not be an ancient person; he has features of a modern human and even modern technological products," Qin Gu said.

Gu Changle had long enjoyed a great reputation in the capital, and Madam Xiao, wife of the Defender of the State, was equally illustrious. A few words from Gu Mingzhu were not enough to change much.

"Brother Linzi, how can you talk like this? Marriage is no child's play. Since you promised to marry Wang Xiang'er, you should take responsibility for her. How can you suddenly want to play the deserter halfway through?" Yang Qiaoer did not take Brother Linzi's instructions to heart, but instead continued to bluntly reprimand him.

The ones who went up this time were two experts unfamiliar to Long San. These two experts fought for a longer period of time, and their battle was thrilling enough to make the audience gasp in sheer delight, feeling just like watching a blockbuster movie with a strong sense of realism.

"Worthy nephew... in this situation, are you still willing to trust our Xue family?" Xue Yibing froze in place, his gaze filled with emotion.

Therefore, almost the moment they saw the name Liu Jiangqing, everyone would equate him with "physical disability."

An ordinary person going head-to-head with a ghost—and doing so with the police in tow—now actually knew a ghost runner, and seemed to have left a rather unpleasant memory for that ghost runner.

"Let me take a look at what vegetables we have here first, and then I'll whip up a few dishes based on what's available," Hong Huang said as he cast his gaze over the vegetables placed on the table.

This man was about one hundred and eighty centimeters tall, under thirty years of age, with an upright posture. He wore a uniform similar to that of the cabin crew and carried a strange backpack. This must be the captain.

874 looked at Lang Qi in puzzlement. Ever since a moment ago, she had noticed that Lang Qi seemed to have fallen once again into a state of soliloquy, muttering some incomprehensible words.

"Reporting to the Defender-General, someone outside is looking for you." Right at that moment, a guard suddenly shouted from outside the door.

He looked at Qinglin with a face full of disbelief, and connecting this to what Qinglin had done in the Three Thousand Realms of the Fifth-Tier Domain, he immediately gasped even more heavily in shock.