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A shimmering silver serpent appeared amidst the sand and wind. Its enormous eyes, filled with murderous intent, were locked onto the snake egg before shifting their gaze toward the group.

Qian Weidong did not answer immediately. After a long silence, he said, "Su Han, there is something I didn't want to tell you yet, but since I don't know how long you'll be delayed this time, I think it's better to tell you now. That way, you can settle your family affairs with peace of mind."

By now, the "Punisher" had walked from the alley entrance to our side, watching me in silence.

Hearing this, Mai Shiranui felt confused. "Audience? There are audience members in the police station?"

These large bubbles looked the same as the ones seen before, only their color and luster were extremely dull. Yet, what Jiang Han found different was not this, but something else—something he could not articulate, a thought so unclear he didn't even know how to process it.

Bai Yunfei said, "I will give you one more chance!" He pulled his blood-stained dagger from Schwartz’s thigh.

Even so, the Stone Tomb Corpse King seemed to feel nothing. Without a single scratch on its body, it raised a claw to parry Xie Yeyu's Blazing Sword technique.

He was pleasantly surprised; this was a cultivation manual perfectly suited for body refiners. It explained the use and development of power in great detail, which was of immense significance to Jiang Han right now.

He Fei nodded and said, "I was just looking for you. Come with me; there’s something else that needs to be arranged and finalized."

But at that moment, when he performed this move, it only served to make Su Han feel awkward. She stood there, stunned, not knowing what to do. Zhang Qin and a few bystanders watched them on the sly, suppressing their laughter to see how it would end.

Qu You suddenly lifted her head, staring unblinkingly at Chu Yu. "What about the Fourth Prince of Qi?" Could it be that the death of Princess Feng'an hadn't affected him at all? Why hadn't he shown his face?

Lady Ling looked this way and that, unable to discern any hidden scheme, her heart hanging in suspense, filled with unease.

The Ghost Vine’s speed in wriggling and weaving its web could not keep up with the bizarre rifle’s fire. The connection points were blasted apart, and the entire "cocoon," unable to withstand the weight, crashed to the ground along with Mao Fengzi.

Three members of the "Double Wood" team were eliminated today. While the others advanced, their performances were mediocre. Nian Mei, however, was stunning. She didn't use the techniques taught by the Divine Sect, winning against her opponent through pure, hard-fought brawn, which left Wen Nuan both moved and heartbroken.

***

At this moment, shouts of alarm and rage echoed from afar. Ju, Ji Yun, and Si Jiang, disregarding everything else in their hands, came running from a distance.

Accepting her cousin was already an exception; now, there was Zhou Buhuan as well. She suddenly hated herself. Even with the drugged wine as an excuse, she still felt she had betrayed them.

As the two passed a street of food stalls, the thick aroma of meat suddenly wafted over, causing Gu Qingyun and Gu Yongliang to take a deep breath in unison.

Qu You observed Emperor Minghui’s expression, winked at Chu Xu, and then bowed as she stepped off the stage. Her task was complete; there was no need to stand out further. She simply left the control of the scene to the brothers, Chu Yu and Chu Xu, and settled in to watch the show.

" 'Biyang'? What kind of name is that? Who came up with it?" Xinyan was quite puzzled. The song was good, and the title was fine, but the singer had such a strange name—it sounded like an insult.

Although the impact wasn't huge at school, the ripple effect in Class 3-2 was significant. Yesterday afternoon, before school ended, Liu Houzi and Guan Liang had feigned stomach aches to get permission to leave early and head to the "Speed 8" bar to find Chen Dong.

"You f***ing coward, if you don't have the guts, don't pretend. I’m not signing this. You call your captain, and if the captain is useless, call the bureau chief; if the bureau chief is useless, call the provincial department. My name is Xinyan—you remember that." After saying this, Xinyan turned and walked back into the emergency room.

Upon hearing this, Fan Meng felt a weight lift from his heart. As long as they could get the person out, they would find a way to manage the money.

If I were to let Mo Tianhua fight them, I dared not even imagine it, because they were far too powerful—excessively so.

The person who bumped into me nodded repeatedly, but I couldn't see his face clearly; I could only vaguely tell it was a man.

There were not many people there to see us off—Bai Yu, Xiao Lin, Lu Bei, David, and the two of us—but I felt my mother-in-law was happy, because we all respected her.

The next day, after the morning court session, Yun Chang returned to his palace. After changing his clothes and preparing to head to the back garden to enjoy the flowers and birds, he was interrupted by the eunuch Qiu Gu, who reported that an envoy from the front lines requested an audience.

"Mother, he is my husband! How can you say such things?" Bai Zhi looked at the procuress in disbelief, never expecting her to say that in front of him.

"Don't worry, there are no outsiders here." Dugu Yiniang leaned in to ask Li Hui about the cause and effect of the matter.

***

Li didn't care about these things. The land had been granted, and what remained was beyond his control. He didn't need to consider the ultimate fate of the Wu Kingdom. He believed that as long as he was on the throne, the Wu Kingdom would remain the Wu Kingdom; after his passing, he wouldn't be around to see what became of it anyway.

The youth was stunned for a moment, but he caught it without mishap. He was clever and had already understood Wuyou's meaning.

After occupying Caracas, Cao Jiachuan moved his headquarters into the city for the sake of easier management.

His vague words were met with a sincere, heartfelt embrace. The shell of self-protection Li Zhuxuan had built seemed to shatter in an instant, revealing her exhausted and fragile side.

Suddenly, a burly man at the late stage of body refining was sent flying by a second-tier demonic beast, landing right in front of Lu Tianming.

The burly man, who had just lost his brother, looked up blankly, his eyes filled with wrath and resentment as he glared at the old woman. The latter, however, seemed to relish that look.

Upon receiving the report from Nishidera Konomichi, Zhang Wei felt he was a man of great understanding. Since that was the case, he decided to give them a little incentive, ordering four reinforced regiments to withdraw from Tokyo to return to Shangjing and form the 41st Division of the Imperial Guard.

"No! Give me more time!" Black Thirteen began to regret it. If he hadn't been so eager to know the truth from the start, how could Donna have ended up in this state?

"Since you still have the leisure to speak, it means you're alright. You are cursed by it—aren't you worried?" The concern conveyed by the voice in his mind was clear, and Black Thirteen smiled, touching his head.

The Taoist sect held a high status in the capital, but the Buddhist sect also had many followers. When the two sides brawled in the streets, the City Guard could only file a report and handle it impartially. They gave no special treatment to either the Taoists or the Buddhists. This was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Just eat it like this?" The child asked, uncertain. He had no memory of this object, but the aroma of the meat told him instinctively that it was edible.