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The corners of Ye Junlin’s mouth lifted slightly. He deliberately concealed his presence and hid in a corner atop the city wall.

Wang Yitian kicked the skeleton several more times with brutal force. Only after confirming that nothing else would emerge did he sigh and step into the teleportation array.

Reflecting on the man’s string of remarks, Gu Liuxi reached a crucial conclusion.

“All right. Working for one person is no different from working for another. We’re all out here earning enough to get by. As long as Boss Zhang can make sure the brothers have money to earn, I have no reason to refuse. I’m in.” Old Chen agreed after only a brief moment of thought.

“Sir, by now one thing can be established with near certainty: the person who came to my side after Great-Aunt helped me that time, wearing my clothes, was not my soul—it was the grandson of Old Zhao.”

“Looks like our second-in-command has fallen hard, and not just a little. Are we going to have to rename the Heaven-Slaying Legion the Apocalypse Legion?” one player ventured timidly.

“You must be tired after coming all this way. Would you like a beer or a cola?” Ye Fusheng asked as he opened the refrigerator.

She knew that, whatever else happened, her current appearance was ugly. She truly had no way to let herself become an object of ridicule in other people’s eyes.

Lou Yunrong was no decent person either. He actually intended to stop her at the gates of the Jin residence. Once she took the Jin surname, she would make him understand what suffering meant.

As soon as Bechest finished speaking, he abruptly raised his right hand, forming a V with his index and middle fingers, and thrust them into the speaker’s eyes. Then he hooked both fingers and dug out the man’s eyeballs.

Lan Yuan said, “Not necessarily. Whether it was Moon Desolation or Purple Dipper, if they found the real Qin Yang, they may already have killed him.”

“Brother, where exactly did Junior Sister go?” Luo Yun dong asked after Luo Sihan finished reading and remained silent for a long while.

The highly trained heavenly horses possessed astonishing jumping ability, while the horse trainers continually unveiled one dazzling trick after another. Their performances—leaping over obstacles, passing through rings of fire, and the like—drew shrieks from the crowd. Watching with growing excitement, Jun Xumi could no longer contain himself. He seized a riding crop and rushed toward the arena.

“Where is Father? Didn’t he come?” Duan Xin looked around but saw no sign of Duan Qirui, and could not help asking.

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“Luo Sihan, everything ends here! A demigod’s realm is beyond your ability to resist. Spatial Fold!”

A murderous aura spread across Gu Qianhuan’s face. Two dazzling rays suddenly shot from his eyes and merged into the surrounding space.

Once again, the great black bird charged without the slightest hesitation. Chen Yi focused his attention, carefully sensing the movement of the supernatural energy along its flight path.

Over on Yan Kuan’s side, his subordinates suddenly found themselves in a quandary. They held their guns, utterly at a loss as to what to do.

In Lu Liangren’s half-dead state, of course she could not possibly get up to open the door. Ever since Bian Baixian died, her heart had died with him. She no longer wished to associate with anyone and would gladly have hidden beneath her bed until spiders spun webs over her.

The instant the door closed, Lin Feng leaped up in excitement. What kind of life had she been living this month? Xiaxia had controlled everything, leaving her not a shred of freedom. Now she was finally going home. At last, she could do whatever she pleased.

Zhong Tianyuan was barely a dozen meters from Su Hang. The distance was so short that he could cross it in a single step.

Immediately afterward, Ling Chen silently emerged and walked toward the expanse of white mist. The Winter Kun spirit did not stop him; instead, it moved aside.

“It’s the one you said wasn’t carved well. I couldn’t bear to part with the one that was carved properly,” Xia Hong said with a smile.

If one wished to speak of true public attention, this was it. They relied on genuine ability and let their strength speak for itself. Compared with cultivators who depended on a little luck, they were on an entirely different level.

Having spent so long in the cultivation world, Su Hang understood all too well that the kind-hearted were bullied and gentle horses were ridden.

Fujiwara Jiuyin simply lay there in a daze, staring at him, while her thoughts inexplicably descended into chaos.

First, he went to the bank and deposited the twenty thousand Xia Hong had given him. Then he strolled through the antique market, surveyed the prices, and, with great reluctance, sold a bundle of items for twenty-five thousand.

In the center of the northeastern region stood a majestic city called the Great Ming Capital, commonly known as Ming City. The entire city belonged to the Ming family and could be considered their private domain.

Yin Qiushui studied her for a while, then opened a drawer and took out a snow-white ivory box decorated with floral patterns. As she opened it, the faint, delicate fragrance of flower dew drifted through the air. Inside lay rose-colored rouge balm.

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Jia Lan fought with his life on the line, but every attack was either completely thwarted by Gao Yu at the risk of his own life or intercepted. Eventually, Jia Lan lost all desire to attack, while Gao Yu continued scoring point after point.

“Good thing you’re all here. Ha-ha! Come on, the schedule’s out!” Speak of the devil, and he appears. Chen Kai arrived with several sheets of paper and handed one to each person.

Lu Qiming took in every subtle change in Lu Yuankong’s expression throughout the entire process. He could tell that Lu Yuankong genuinely believed that “he was not Lu Qiming,” and genuinely believed that the recording stone had been left behind by his mother.

No sooner had Fa Wuhen created a safe distance from Cao Ke than he charged back at him without hesitation. He used the same broad, savage style of attack as before. Cao Ke secretly rejoiced. With only a few shifts of his body, he dodged every strike.

Just after Liang Lingfeng softly uttered a single word, the demonic beast’s body suddenly gave off a muffled boom. In the aftermath, its flesh split open, and blood hidden within its body gushed out continuously.

After only a few swift efforts, all the obstacles had been moved aside, leaving a passage wide enough for two carriages to travel abreast.

How many forces in the venue could afford not to fear such power? Everyone was weighing the same question: if they provoked Liang Lingfeng, would they even live long enough to enjoy these treasures? If they were dead, what use would any of it be?

He asked himself honestly: if he were in Ye Mu’s place, he could not have sacrificed himself for those around him.

After Lian Yue finished speaking, she ordered her subordinates to bring her a bow and arrows. Yun Xian considered the matter, then pulled the reins and prepared to act.

He slowly stretched his body, spread his limbs into a starfish shape, and let out a groan that was both pained and relieved.

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