26 Night Parade of One Hundred Demons (Part Two)

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At the time, I heard about her situation and felt heartbroken, but what standing did I have to feel that way?
"Xia Haoyu..." I felt as if my voice was practically begging. I was truly afraid that I might kneel and plead with him in the next second, because I genuinely felt that his affection and tenderness did not seem fake—even though Chen Luoluo claimed that she was his final destination.
Luo Can, from whose brow the lingering gloom had finally dissipated, felt a rare sense of relief.
"Let's take a look! We’re idle anyway." Jia Zhengjin approached the bed and discovered a pit beneath it, containing stone steps that led to a basement. He lifted his foot, entered, and began to descend the stone stairs.
He understood deeply that if he did not change himself, how could he hope to achieve great things, change the fates of those he held dear, or confront that so-called ultimate adversary?
However, his smile did not last long before it froze completely on his aged face.
Lan Lianxia looked at the person lying on the bed, deep in thought. In truth, wasn't she just like a cigarette falling for a match, or a mouse falling for a cat?
"Who, who’s there!" The bandit with a mole near his eye, who had apparently been dozing off, was jolted awake by the sound of a snapping branch; he was so startled he nearly wet himself.
Taishi Kun and the others, being experienced in such matters, saw that Wu Song was enjoying quite the romantic fortune, but they said nothing, leaving him blissfully ignorant.
"Clang!" A crisp sound of metal striking metal echoed slowly throughout the area, lingering incessantly and piercing the ears.
Since the words had already been spoken, there was no turning back. Otherwise, the Ten Swordsmen of Chang’an would become the biggest joke in the city. Mi Xiang still cared about his reputation, so he replied, drew his sword, and charged to engage Weng Rui in combat.
Yun Mo shot another ball; he seemed able to catch almost any pass from his teammates, then turn, evade the opposition’s block, and throw the ball with brilliant technique.
The wind died down and the dust settled. The Jiufeng Wasteland, after being ravaged by the storm, finally unveiled its loess veil, and the sky, as if polished clean, revealed a breathtaking blue.

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Ming Huai frowned, pulled her into his arms, and held her steady with one hand while gripping her chin with the other.
Su Muyao’s calm voice drifted over, causing Beitang Xian’s heart to flutter. She turned to look at Su Muyao, a flash of murderous intent crossing her eyes.
Who was this man radiating such an aggressive aura? How could he possess such a powerful, kingly presence?
He regretted betting with Gu Wei at the door about whether he or Lin Zisheng would return to the dormitory first, or if they would end up arguing inside, and how badly He Zexu had been played by Lin Zisheng.
"Er... I also find it quite a pity that I can't remember many things." Mu Jiusi shrugged, feeling quite helpless about the lack of the original owner's memories.
At the same time, it made Li Xing realize his own naivety. To pin his livelihood and the fate of the entire world on someone like Emperor Hongguang—if that wasn't naivety, what was?
Jing Yu pondered her words carefully, unable to find anything wrong with them. She remained suspicious all night, only waking up near dawn.
The voice, as melodious as an oriole, cheered Luo Tian up; he secretly thought that this voice had a healing effect on the soul.
There was no trace of encouragement on that calm, aged face; those eyes that saw through everything seemed to suggest that nothing in the world could escape his gaze.
Now, they were well aware that a cultivator at the level of the Thirteen Ghost Kings of the Demon Sect could never be a match for Ye Sheng, and even using underhanded tricks would be of little use.
Chen Jingyuan hurriedly released the Heavenly Dragon and the Fierce Tiger, chasing after them fiercely. He could sense that these two Heavenly Aperture Emperors had not perished, merely suffered heavy injuries.
I hurriedly squatted down, grabbing his ankle before I could even examine it, and he let out another wail.
Ye Qingfeng sighed from the bottom of his heart; as expected of the president of the Black Moon Chamber of Commerce, his eyes were indeed as bright as torches. Anyone who could enter the third level of the Black Moon Chamber of Commerce was undoubtedly a top figure in the Tianyuan Continent; his discernment and insight into people were beyond compare.

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Tian Zhiming’s reaction was within Gu Nanxue’s expectations. She looked at the items scattered across the floor.
The Rose Sword was drawn, slicing through the throat in one stroke. Leng Aotian’s neck sprayed blood, and he pointed at Rose, eyes wide, dying with deep regret. His final thought was: My great ambition for the ages.
Even though he was protected by leg guards and the shin bone, sharp as a machete, had not struck his thigh, Yaoweicai still felt a lingering fear. He did not dare to be careless, holding his guard tight to ensure he gave Wang Zhen no opening. Just then, Lü Hu blew the whistle ending the first round of training.
I turned around and walked back, and without a word, delivered a punch that knocked the grumbling disco bouncer to the ground.
This card offered a twenty-percent discount at all shops under the Qianyan banner, along with priority purchasing rights; even for items already reserved, one could purchase them directly by paying the same price with this card.
Then, without giving him time to question Su Rong’s motives, Ladas cleverly shifted the topic, and after seeing him onto the spacecraft, vanished without a trace.
"Who cares about him? I was just worried that if he was in a bad mood, he might get into a car accident," Su Yuechan’s eyes flickered as she deliberately sidestepped the subject.
"I know you have the key, open the door yourself," Qin Hu said coldly. Although his voice was somewhat childish, it already carried the timbre of an adult man.
At this moment, both Narcissus and Hua Aijiao were severely injured; neither was much better off than the other, and neither possessed any real power. They were grappling with each other, and since their physiques were similar, there was no clear victor for the time being.
"Hey! Daddy belongs to us, you aren't allowed to flirt with him!" Dabao shouted loudly and gave Lian Zijie a shove.
At the same time, based on the description by the old Taoist Yuntian, the Xinglong Association had two great protectors, left and right, who were on par with him in strength. The left protector was a successor of the Natural School founded by the great northern and southern martial artist Du Xinwu. At the time, I didn't ask who the right protector was, and the old Taoist Yuntian didn't say; it seemed not that he didn't know, but that he didn't want to tell me.