(Requesting First Subscription) Chapter 2: Protection Money Has Already Been Collected for Thirty Years! Who Can Save Me?

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The complex mix of terror, joy, and awe on Jin Xianggeng's face froze simultaneously as the vitality in his eyes rapidly faded away.

Mu Tie was left completely speechless. He opened his mouth, then honestly shut it again and signaled his entourage to return to the spacecraft.

Yet he had never expected that when he was abducted by the spider-shrimp yesterday, Yi Huanian would actually pursue them regardless of her own life. Although she failed to rescue him, the fact that she risked her life to chase after the creature clearly demonstrated how deeply she cared for him.

Unlike the desolation of the island, there were numerous magical restrictions here—stacked one upon another—with several extremely precious consumable formations deployed right in this very spot.

Although Ye Yu found the oath demanded by the incarnation of the Demon Emperor's obsession somewhat harsh, he also understood that the other party was helping him.

Besides, it was now the tail end of the campus recruitment season. Good companies and enterprises were hardly lacking in applicants; whenever a job fair opened, every single session would be packed to capacity. Within a day or two at most, they would recruit all the personnel they needed, and then the human resources departments would return with full loads.

As for the Technological Crystal Corporation, they had no alternatives whatsoever and could only trail behind it, developing and researching at a sluggish pace.

From the end of yesterday afternoon's preview screening to the chorus of media praise throughout the day, this suspense-themed, semi-sci-fi work had drawn widespread attention from filmmakers across various countries.

With a squeak, the door opened, and Dodo stood on the threshold, a look of fury on his face. Amidst his astonishment, Dorgon's grip loosened, and I found myself standing back on the ground.

Ang Gaolei looked at me as he brought up this matter. I had no idea how he had managed to dig up such information, but it showed that he possessed formidable influence; furthermore, this place belonged to him, highlighting his extraordinary status.

Everyone's gaze fell upon the middle-aged man who had just spoken. He possessed the face of a majestic lion, resembling Zhang Fei from the era of the Three Kingdoms, with the only difference being that while Zhang Fei's face was pitch black, this man's face was red. This man was none other than Xuanjun Lie.

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"What is it?" Zhao Si looked at the rotting flesh on the ground, grimacing slightly as his throat moved. A look of disgust appeared on his face. Indeed, just looking at it was sickening enough—shattered bits of decaying flesh soaking in yellowish fluid was certainly not very pleasant to behold.

Chinese swordsmanship emphasizes sword intent, guiding vital energy with intent and driving form with energy, highlighting spiritual cultivation. Japanese kendo emphasizes sword spirit, uniting spirit with the physical body to embody various tactical principles like those in military treatises, highlighting the cultivation of samurai conviction and etiquette.

A brief sentence, devoid of any professional courtesy expected of a waiter, seemed to convey the young man's inner impatience.

Since Luo Hao and the two others were all injured during their skirmish with Envoy Xunna, they all entered a state of cultivation while the giant vessel sailed toward the ancient wilderness ruins.

Waiting is forever so long and agonizing. Yet, in the end, I finally waited for Wei Wu. Cloaked in the veil of night and treading with heavy footsteps, he slowly walked back.

As for the sword, it should refer to the power of the sword path—breaking the seal with the sword—which is easy to understand! But what is meant by "devouring spirits and nurturing souls"? "Devouring" probably refers to devouring the Dao, and "souls" refers to the spirit bodies of the people in the city. However, what on earth is the most crucial element, the "spirit"? Is it the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, or the vital essence formed by the shattering of souls?

I understood the Monkey Spirit's intention. "Go into my soul urn to rest and recover," I said, whereupon the Monkey Spirit transformed into a golden ray of light and darted into my soul urn.

The rest of her words were unnecessary for Su Ruhui to figure out; the two of them must have crossed paths, and somehow Song Caiquan had managed to infuriate Zhang Chen to this extent right in front of Gan Pei.

"Right, right, right. Everything Qianqian says is right. I'll go try on the new clothes right away!" Nodding repeatedly, Cui Hao felt a deep warmth in his heart.

Having already unleashed his most powerful skill, the boss resorted to nothing but basic attacks against the group for a long time thereafter.

Suddenly springing to his feet, he swiftly reached the captain's side and pinned the captain's arms behind his back with a reverse lock.

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Helan Yao sank straight down into the water without a single struggle. Having long since lost all courage to live on, why bother struggling?

As for the practice of running dual junglers in professional leagues, it was pioneered by a team named M5. That team bore certain similarities to poverty-stricken grassroots teams, and by the standards of the world at that time, they were also considered a rather eccentric squad.

Zi Yuxuan said in a deep voice. He had once gone out on a mission with this man and had witnessed him strike—clean and decisive.

It was not that Ye Tian did not want to take the opportunity to finish off his opponent, but rather that those spreading red mists were as solid as substance, firmly blocking Ye Tian on the outside.

Thus, He Xiaoyi helped Xiaayi put on the helmet and meticulously instructed her to call him immediately if anything happened.

Though her words were spoken lightly and casually, Vivien's inner reluctance to part was intensely profound. Under such a state, her thousands of thoughts dissolved into endless tender yearnings as she cast a radiant smile at Cui Hao and then gently pressed a kiss to his lips.

Her voice was soft and gentle, tapping against Shang Shiyan's heart and intensifying his desires all the more.

Ever since he successfully applied for the position of translator and entered Ye Mingchen's headquarters, Feng Tianyang had kept a low profile. Even among his colleagues in the manor, there were only two or three with whom he was closely acquainted. He had only heard rumors that Ye Mingchen had personally visited twice to invite Zuo Zongtang to join his staff, but he had not yet laid eyes on the man himself.

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