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"Why did you attract her attention?" Hanyu, who had been mostly silent, asked me.

"Hehe, Mingxuan, are you... being shy?" I looked with a half-smile at Lei Mingxuan, who didn't dare to meet my eyes.

Calculating that my parents probably didn't have much spare cash on them, I figured I might as well go and buy the cigarettes and liquor myself later.

"Oh my, Sonia. I never expected you to still be bullying people during the trial." Blazing Fire Arrow, he was bullying someone again, and the very same person at that. His anger flared up once more.

What left them completely speechless was that the old man refused to let the three of them rest. The moment any of them moved, a handful of melon seeds would fly straight at them, making their lives utterly miserable.

Before his foot reached that spot, another puppet was shoved aside, its fist aiming directly at his chest.

As the flames of war spread across the south of the Songhua River like spring breeze in full vigor, time flew by swiftly and tensely amidst the smoke of battle. In the early summer of May, the scorching sun scattered its heat over the Northeast land amidst blood and fire, and the front-line battles intensified along with the rising summer temperatures.

By the end of the battle, the sky had actually turned pale with dawn. Lin Yu felt that the starlight power within his body had been completely exhausted and transferred entirely into Ling Tianjiao's body.

Just as others had said, he was a truly renowned genius of the martial arts realm. Precisely because of this, he had fostered a proud and arrogant mindset, only for reality to deal him a heavy blow.

After hastily giving a few instructions to Hu Ning, he hurried back to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and gathered his mind for introspection.

"Blazing Blood Fiend." Upon seeing the arrival of the blood-robed man, Juexuan immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully. This Blazing Blood Fiend was a truly formidable figure in the Demon Realm, possessing terrifying strength comparable to a ninth-tier entity, whom even several Demon Ancestors treated with courtesy.

The man in white shook his head, his expression somewhat dim. "They said they didn't know, yet they are supposed to come. Could it be that they are unable to arrive?"

The four-sided doors of the teahouse stood wide open, and a few men in short-dusk garments sat chatting idly at the tables along the outer street. Although they deliberately lowered their voices, their hoarse and grating tones still reached the ears of Yue Junzheng and Cang Jiuyao loud and clear.

"Sister, Sister... you're alive!" After a long while, the young man lying on the ground suddenly burst into a suppressed, sobbing cry, as if all his pent-up emotions had been completely unleashed at once.

Her soiled outer garment was removed, but Wuji did not dare to change the inner layers for her. He could only place her beside the bonfire to slowly dry her.

"Do you feel a bit tired? We can order room service here, or we can go out to eat." Watching Ning Shanshan sitting on the soft bed with a look of utter satisfaction, Taoran suddenly felt a strange sensation.

Coupled with the fact that Leng Bingqing had always been on bad terms with her because of Ming Hanfeng, she had even more reason to suspect her. However, she lacked evidence, and since all the core disciples in the academy had spent the most time with Leng Bingqing, whatever she said would naturally lean toward Leng Bingqing, and no one would believe her.

The master of the estate had just sent two bodyguards to this private scholar, perhaps wishing to employ him heavily. Terrified that something might go wrong with someone so severely injured, the steward did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly sent someone out of the estate to fetch a physician.

Yuchi Gong thrust his eight-foot serpent spear into the ground and directly drew out his favored thirteen-section purple-gold steel whip.

Yile simply turned sideways, leaned closer to Tono, and finding a comfortable spot, prepared to waste the precious weekend in dreams.

The two sat facing each other cross-legged on the bed, Lu Qi extending his hands to intertwine his fingers with Xue'er's, keeping their hands flat against their chests.

She sat on the ground as if every ounce of strength had been drained from her. She did not cry aloud, but wept in silence.

Su Jiu responded indifferently and then directly flew away on her flying sword. Although the Qingming Sword had suffered damage, it was still usable.

"Shifting the blame and calling me a traitor requires evidence." Tian Wuiji was still stubbornly arguing.

Below the two of them, dozens of cultivators huddled together, each manipulating their magical artifacts to connect into a single expanse, raising a protective barrier. These were the seven hundred people brought by Libie Dao, and only these remained.

"Profession and perks?" Ounerqi was momentarily stunned, not quite understanding the exact concept of professions and perks among demons.

Speaking of which, this Fufeng Tower was indeed a relatively well-decorated restaurant, losing nothing in comparison to ordinary establishments in Chang'an City, and could be considered quite rare here.

For a moment, the elite players lost their skills and were completely reduced to 'advanced infantry.' Yet, Ye Kong showed no mercy, immediately slashing toward them.

What worried Yin Luo the most was that the spatial positioning might not be established securely enough. If discovered by the people of the Second Space, even the slightest shift could bring about unpredictable disasters—perhaps an invasion of alien demonic beasts, extreme climate changes, or the swallowing of that spatial realm entirely.

Bia Fuling happened to hear of this matter and, after a moment's thought, had Bai Ashi disguise himself as a crippled, limping, ugly, and crude village merchant to go and purchase people. Sure enough, he managed to buy the person for a mere fifty taels of silver.

Wu Yong flew into a rage, dragged her to the security booth, borrowed a basin of cold water from the guard, and dumped it directly over her head from head to toe. Shocked by the chilling water, Zhong Sixin shuddered violently, and the alcohol-induced haze instantly dissipated somewhat.

"I remember down below the underground palace. It was you who carried me out on your back. And then I saw you again in the netherworld." Feng Xiye kept his gaze fixed on the ceiling, speaking in a lingering tone, automatically omitting the fierce battle with the Ninth Prince.

Fresh blood splattered across Tang Hao's face, but he seemed completely unaware of it. Slowly loosening his left hand, he discarded the Pope's headless corpse onto the ground just as one would toss away trash.

"The Ancestor of Humanity has returned? Is he still alive?" Ji Qian's voice trembled, evidently stirred by intense emotion. The other five also stood frozen in place.

With a top-tier sect like the Water Moon Sect experiencing such events, the Myriad Annihilation Island seemed somewhat lawless, not to mention the faction behind the so-called Young Master. What kind of backing did these people rely on to dare openly execute the successor of a major sect?