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Mei Tingting stood nearby, her smile gentle and tender. The old lady nudged her lightly with an elbow, prompting Mei Tingting to shoot her a glare, clearly embarrassed.

Murong Xu found Qin Wumin’s words utterly fascinating. To her, this was a novel topic indeed.

The carvings on the surrounding pillars seemed to ripple and come alive, as if something beneath the surface was stirring restlessly.

Behind him, unexpectedly, several foreigners followed. The moment they saw Tian Shanshan, these foreigners exclaimed in English, unable to contain their surprise.

According to seniority and years of cultivation, in the Supreme Way, aside from “Tai,” all were juniors to this monkey.

At that moment, the rhythm of his breathing suddenly changed. It echoed hollowly, at times resembling the bellow of an ox or the trumpet of an elephant, then shifting to the roar of a dragon. Hong Yi’s breathing became slow and heavy, brimming with boundless strength, as steady and unyielding as a mountain, as solid as the earth itself.

Li Mingjun pressed on day and night without rest. When he reached Tongguan, he learned that Li Linfu was still there. But by the time he passed Xin’an and Baqiao, finally arriving outside the city of Chang’an, he overheard some news just as he was about to enter the city gate.

“Just look at what you’ve done. Now the folks from the martial world are calling me ‘Director’!” Su Chunfeng deliberately put on a face of complaint and distress, pursed his lips, and got up to leave.

A strange black net appeared before Xu Jiaorong, swirling with dark mist. Xu Jiaorong’s expression turned dazed as she collapsed into the net, which instantly contracted to a single point and vanished into the void.

Then, without hesitation, two bottles of beer laced with aphrodisiac were forcibly poured down the throats of the two cameramen’s assistants.

Now you’re just a noodle vendor, yet you claim that eating noodles depends on fate? Isn’t this the height of absurdity?

During these days, she hadn’t neglected her studies, diligently reviewing the “textbooks” Fang Yuan had left her each day.

“Did something happen at the hospital? Was Li hurt?” She blamed herself for her carelessness, regretting not considering that they were still struggling to adapt to their new lives.

“Sister Ayesha, how about letting Roy do the massage?” At that moment, seeing Roy appear, Beibei immediately proposed the idea.

Earlier, when Fang Yuan controlled “Shu Mountain” to take flight, he shattered all the soil and rock encasing the mountain, revealing its true form of black stone.

Moreover, with every movement, Zhang Chao would inadvertently brush against their most private and alluring places.

Fang Yuan instantly soared into the air, his hands grasping at nothing, his power swirling, sending two Bai family sentinels flying backwards.

Their main advertisement was for the café’s signature coffee, “Meng Po’s Brew,” though in this world, people had little knowledge of the Bridge of Forgetfulness or Meng Po’s Brew.

While cleaning up the trash and lost in thought, she realized her fear had gradually lessened. She didn’t even notice when the sun had set and darkness completely enveloped the world.

“If my death is required, so be it. But spare Nangong You and her child,” came a voice, and Wu Fan was certain it came from that divine soul.

Li Ye, however, was in no rush to act. With a casual wave, stones emerged from the ground, quickly forming two stone chairs and a stone table.

“You fool,” Chu Zijie and the others called out helplessly, shouting at her before turning back to prepare for the drill.

“If you can’t pay, don’t take so much. Now that I’ve brought the goods, you’re telling me you have no money? Do I look like an idiot?” Vili mocked, having met many greedy people like this before.

Marlon’s words gripped every viewer before the television, their hearts aching as they watched Truman break down bit by bit. Tears welled up in their eyes.

Huang Dazhong lifted the black cloth to reveal a gigantic ancient crocodile skeleton, larger even than a dinosaur’s. Most astonishing of all, the bones were crimson, as though bathed in blood, the massive form and savage visage radiating a fierce energy even in skeletal form.

But today, he appeared before her in a bright red suit, telling her she had broken their promise.

“I’m much better. How is Azeroth developing?” Ling Mu asked casually as he opened the territory panel.

As for the army, they were all armored warriors, each wielding either a long blade or a war halberd, all towering and burly men.

The glorious feat of conquering humanity’s enemies—had it occurred centuries ago—would have been enough to earn sainthood. Even today, it was more than enough for William to gain fame, honor, and to become the most beloved ruler in the world.

At this critical moment, the old man still carried himself with the arrogance of someone holding all the cards—not simply courting disaster, but embracing it.

Da Xu’s eyes lit up at the mention of Chen Li, though he wondered why Chen Li should tutor him in English for the finals. Didn’t she need to study, too?

He knew, though, that this was not Earth—there were no electric lights, and it was difficult to move around at night. If not for his spiritual sense, he wouldn’t be able to see much in the darkness.

She had spent three years and all her energy nurturing a rising basketball star, only to have him taken away by the police one night for drug use.

Ji Fengyun approached and, upon reaching Kong Xuan and the others, deliberately coughed to let them know he had arrived.

Fang Yuyan knew in her heart that even if she did nothing, in two days the spell would wear off and the person would come out on their own.

A strange smile curled at the corner of Gu Bei’s lips as he gripped Guo Chong’s neck with his right hand, while his left suddenly pinched Guo Chong’s right shoulder.

Hearing Chu Feng’s words made sense—if the Cao family came, the Zhao family would be wiped out. Would any other family dare to approach?

As soon as the door-shaped phantom appeared, the beams from those eyes could no longer harm it—they merely rippled across the surface, leaving the portal unmoved, and Liu Chen finally felt at ease.

Furious, the earth dragon beast writhed its massive body, crushing a swath of trees, and opened its tubular maw to swallow Young Master Long Qing, who had wounded it.