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Although no one was seen, everyone rushed toward the nearest emergency exit. However, they had not run far before realizing that the main building entrance was completely blocked by roaring flames.

He held her lightly, waltzing gracefully to the music with an unconcealed smile at the corners of his lips. The subtle fragrance emanating from her intoxicated him, the bright eyes she gazed at him with startled his heart, and the faint smile on her lips tempted him to kiss her. He was hopelessly infatuated with everything about her.

Lu Zheng was taken aback. Seeing that the mountain ghoul's second fist was already upon him, he had no choice but to slightly deflect the longsword that was meant to pierce its eyes and aim it directly at the oncoming fist.

After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the venue grew somewhat cold. Commander Yan hurriedly ordered a performance to liven up the mood.

Being unsightly was one thing, but this fellow kept running, shouting, and waving his arms at the top of his lungs, as if he were terrified that others wouldn't notice he was late.

Seeing the citizens so excited, Zhu Xiaofeng knew immediately that they had been squeezed dry and subjected to endless suffering by foreign merchants in recent years.

"Stop crying. You are such a hypocrite. Who asked you to come here? Go back right now," Wuliang pushed her away with disgust.

"If we do not seal it off, innocent creatures might inadvertently wander in. Should that give birth to one or two monstrous entities, it would hardly be a pretty sight," Madam Tang remarked.

"Delicious! I never expected fish meat to be so savory. We have so many fish in Lotus Marsh, yet I had no idea they were edible," a look of frustration crossed Nangong Dandan's eyes.

Even though Prince Jing's household had a small family tree, with only two elders requiring the serving of tea—the newly wedded Princess Consort yesterday and the befuddled Dowager Princess—the entire ritual still consumed a quarter of an hour.

Gongcheng Momo grew increasingly nervous inside. Although he refused to believe that Ye Luo truly possessed the strength to defeat both his father and his grandfather, having witnessed Ye Luo's methods firsthand, he could not help but worry.

"Yanyan, it's finally the weekend, yet you refuse to accompany me and choose to spend it with your new employee instead. I can't take this anymore, my heart hurts so much," Mo Yichen said, clutching his chest with one hand and putting on a pained expression.

Linghuchong stared fixedly at Tian Boguang and Yang Fan, appalled that these two depraved scoundrels would act so dissolutely in broad daylight.

"Of course I knew long ago, otherwise how could the humble Daoist have found the lair of the civet mouse tribe all by myself?" Daoist Sanmu said casually, turning his head to survey the surroundings.

Yet looking at his attire and grooming, he in no way resembled someone worth tens of millions; rather, he looked much more like an office worker earning three thousand a month.

Xiang Wentian was startled. Ever since Ren Yingying grew up, she had never addressed Dongfang Bubai as Uncle Dongfang again.

Carrying the copper case on his back, He Wei flashed over to He Ying's side, retrieved a few medicinal pills from his tunic, and crammed them into his mouth.

Accustomed to being hailed as forceful and ambitious, Kyoko Yamamoto was not only unfazed by these threatening remarks from Qing Pengju, but rather found her fighting spirit instantly ignited.

Once the call connected, Jian Chengjiao let out a flattering, obsequious laugh. Even across the phone, Li Zhi could vividly picture the man bowing and scraping on the other end.

Everyone knew that Tengxun Group belonged to Boss Ma, but who actually knew the identity of Tengxun Group's shareholders?

"What? The Municipal Bureau called and ordered us to release him? Could that guy have such an enormous backing? But didn't he just arrive in Donghai City?" Fang Hu, lying on another hospital bed, asked with a face full of astonishment. He never imagined that his beating had been in vain, and that he had almost had his arm broken by Tang Han's club.

After marrying Lu Yuanzhou, she no longer had opportunities to attend social functions, so T-shirts and jeans became her daily attire.

Every move Zhi Yun made was meant to kill, but Su Ning was not one to simply sit and wait for death; she still had a trump card to secure victory. However, she had never expected to use it here, because once she unleashed "that technique," she would undoubtedly win a complete victory—though it would also cause Zhi Yun to lose everything, leaving her with no chance of escaping the maze.

In the moonlight, one could see his flawless facial features and exquisite visage, with pitch-black eyes that seemed vast enough to hold the entire world. Strapped to his back was still a longsword wrapped in canvas.

The Penglai disciple narrowed his eyes slightly. Being recognized did not surprise him; what surprised him was that when he met the gaze of the person before him just now, he had a distinct feeling of being completely seen through, which made him deeply uncomfortable.

Guan Jiu was unaware of this, and even if she knew, she wouldn't care to offer any opinion. Anyway, having nearly died once more, she no longer wished to cordially humor Ding Chunhua.

Seeing the person before him, Tie Hao wore a faint smile at the corners of his lips, tilted his head, and passed out.

"I told you, ordinary teapots won't suit my taste. The ones you have kept in collection up there are quite fine, so your young master is here to taste something new!" Manyue looked at the many beautiful teapots displayed above and happily exclaimed.

"I... Wuwuwu..." Jin Yuexian hugged Lan Yanfeng tightly, burying her face in his chest and weeping bitterly. Without him, she truly didn't know what she would do. She felt so helpless, so lonely, and so terrified; that overwhelming sense of bewilderment and dread nearly caused her to break down.

Overjoyed that Li Yanying had suddenly changed her mind and returned, Mother Li began tidying up the rooms early in the morning, eventually deciding to clean up Li Yanying's former room.

As for Ruan Meng, she had no idea in what form her departure would take, but the system's power far surpassed this plane, so she would inevitably have to leave one day.

"Mom, if you keep talking like that, I'll really have to doubt whether you're my biological mother," Ji Xinliang said with a pout.

This semi-transparent gray radiance was, naturally, the manifestation of the Dao Child of the Northern Xuan Domain. Although he had failed to subdue the gray-robed elder in a single stroke, he had still materialized, casting a cold, sinister glare at the elder as he chuckled incessantly.