Did Substitute Number 43 play today?

At this moment, Ye Tian and his companions were traveling near the city; the distant outline of the city was already visible. Ye Tian had yet to decide whether they would enter. Although he trusted that, even if they encountered the giant lizard, he had ways to escape, it would nevertheless delay their journey, so he needed to weigh his options carefully.

At this point, Shen Ke suddenly realized she’d nearly let something slip, silently cursing her own foolishness.

“We’re discussing serious matters; don’t make trouble,” Helan Yao shot Long Shaoyan a glare, her mind still racing. Normally, she never listened to Long Shaoyan’s dictates about not smiling at others, but today, for once, she magnanimously decided to comply—she absolutely would not smile at him today.

So, this time, she sincerely said, “Thank you.” It seemed this arrogant man wasn’t so insufferable after all—just someone spoiled by too much indulgence.

“What’s wrong?” Long Shaoyan suddenly noticed Helan Yao’s body grow cold. He quickly grasped her wrist to take her pulse, and as he did, a deep, subtle smile tugged at his lips.

The coach sped along the road. The base and the outpost weren’t far apart to begin with, and with both sides moving toward each other, they met in just a few minutes.

When Xie Yuqing heard Ye Tian say he intended to deal with that colossus, a cold sweat broke out on her back. She instinctively reached out to grab him, but he was already striding toward her direction.

Only then did Tang Xiao notice that Bai Zizai had vanished—he must have used some secret technique to escape this pocket of void.

Wang Yue puffed on his cigarette, while Tang Jie’s younger cousin, dressed in pajamas, sat nearby drinking coffee and playing a game on a PSV handheld. Leng Leng was there too.

Such were his thoughts—Matsumoto Kenji couldn’t help but wonder inwardly whether Cui Hao had perished under the unending barrage of soul-killing curses. Even if not dead, he must be gravely wounded by now.

Though there was no outright panic, anyone who knew the effects of the “Ghost King’s Soul Elixir” was filled with anxiety.

Because Huang Kun’s wife had died an unnatural death, her lingering resentment was immense, and after being empowered by the Painting Soul Technique, she became ferocious and formidable.

His five-element sigils had yet to fully form, and as for the Yanluo chapter of the Wild Blade, he had only scratched the surface. These were paths they would have to travel.

Yun Fan’s will burned fiercely; the Heaven-Slaying Sword in his hand burst forth with dazzling light. In a flash, before the massive earthen golem could transform into a netherworld warden, the sword’s radiance swept down like a shooting star, cleaving it in two.

“Guoguo, actually, my parents’ divorce wasn’t just because of a third person… it started many years ago…” I took the fork from her hand and fed her the now-mangled egg, bite by bite.

An internationally renowned pianist—someone who could make anyone raise their thumb in admiration, who had performed at state banquets and the Olympics, and even earned praise from the highest officials.

The Third Elder understood these truths as well, yet he could not accept it. Such a treasure, and he could not obtain it.

The moment the golden orb began to devour, the blue specter was seized by terror and even begged me for mercy, promising eternal loyalty without a trace of betrayal.

As soon as Li Li’s outburst finished, the others joined in, cursing as they crowded closer.

That was certainly Ningmeng; Ak was sure he wasn’t mistaken—he might mistake himself, but never his own little sister.

This wisp inside the puppet failed to escape; instead, Tong Hua captured it, using it to trace back to its original form.

Hearing this, Baochai’s sorrow eased. Though she couldn’t imagine what clever solution Jia Cong might have, she truly appreciated his understanding and quiet confidence.

With a bitter smile, Softmeng muttered to herself, “Am I really not cut out to be a manga artist? Otherwise, why does every book flop?”

After speaking, Mr. Platinum Crow and Mr. Liang boarded the carriage together, and under Platinum Crow’s instructions, the driver took them due west.

Now that he was officially Pang Ershui’s disciple, he addressed him as “Master” instead of “Sir”—two words with worlds of difference.

As for the system’s missions, Dongfang Yunyuan had pondered them; his next focus would be on the task of unlocking the Kaleidoscope Sharingan.

Given the Jia family’s foundation and status, if they were to seek promotion, a consort of imperial rank would be essential—perhaps even a leap straight to noble consort was possible.

Secondly, it is said: The Void of Kunlun within the seas lies northwest, beneath the imperial city. The Kunlun Void is eight hundred li across, ten thousand ren high. Atop grows the Wood Millet, five zhang tall and five armspans thick. There are nine wells there, their railings made of jade. Facing them are nine gates, each guarded by a bright beast. It is where the hundred gods dwell. At the eight corners of the cliff, at the edge of the Red River, none but the benevolent archer may scale the heights.

Murong Ruanxiang and Hui Yizhong sucked in a sharp breath, barely suppressing the flames of desire. Were they not in the Bai residence, under these circumstances, they would have already come to blows over this object, each determined to fight to the death for it.

“You mean it has beauty-enhancing effects?” Ding Ruoxue, who had always prized her looks, became instantly excited when her maid said this.

Looking down from the third floor’s railing, she saw that at some point, the hall below had become surrounded by dozens of crimson-cloaked figures in billowing capes.