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Ning Tianlin was somewhat excited. After all, it had only been three days of madness, and yet he had gained five more levels. Still, he was troubled—during those three days, he had slaughtered nearly twenty thousand cattle, amassing almost twenty thousand points of vital energy, just to rise those five levels.

The renowned Mount Gongga lies south of Kangding, a world-famous snow-capped mountain. Its scenery is exquisite, untouched by civilization. Swallow Valley and Snail Valley are famous across the globe, and the main summit stands above all others, earning the title “King of Sichuan Mountains.”

Xu Fu soared into the air and landed on the arena. Li Han stabbed his Python Fang blade into the ground and, not waiting for Xu Fu to speak, first stripped him bare of fortune and martial experience with the hand of the Great Dao, then launched a barehanded assault.

“The jade imperial seal of Emperor Qianlong is now officially up for auction. Starting bid is twenty million, and each increment must be no less than half a million!” Stanley called out to the crowd.

Finally, Duke Wu could no longer contain his doubts and questioned Li Hongyu. Li Hongyu’s earlier words had left him confused, unsure whether the red pills presented by Li Kezhuo were truly poisoned. This was a matter puzzling everyone present.

In the Christmas tree formation, Eighth Uncle’s Sleep Skin and Ancelotti’s support were the perfect combination. Zhuo Yang and Kaka as dual attacking midfielders were unique in the world, and leading the charge up front was naturally Ninth Uncle Inzaghi, the best at tough battles.

Ancient times were not like today—no photographs, no television. Even the most famous figures would go unrecognized by most people.

“Mom, are you sure I came out of your belly? Why do I feel like my soul has been wounded?” Chen Baliang said with a shameless, bitter smile.

With that, I saluted the elder and hurried toward Yue Qiang’s house. Passing the spot from earlier, I pulled out the willow-leaf throwing knife stuck in the tree—on it was the secret message from the elder. Glancing at it, I saw he indeed wanted me to go to Mount Hua and rescue Chen Qing’en.

This inevitably stirred memories of Li Hongyu. If only Li Hongyu had been overseeing Liaodong, would the Jurchen raiders have been able to run rampant?

As Isis approached the sphere of light, the golden statue’s eyes turned crimson again. The sluggish idol was just about to react, but at that moment the sphere was pierced by a dagger.

This ancient deity was just so; his vocabulary for insults was pitifully sparse, repeating the same words over and over, far inferior to the high-intensity greetings unique to the internet age.

Ye Zhiyin glanced at the business card in her hand. It was black and white, understated, bearing the name “Xia Jiang.”

He simply gave up running—what harm could there be in seeing her? She was bedridden and unable to move, unable to cling to him with her usual fervor.

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Half-asleep, she vaguely heard the front door being pushed open outside, then Xie Ye’s voice. The footsteps were chaotic, as if something had happened.

A long time passed. Just as Cang Lin thought the master before him had forgotten to speak, he saw the man finally take another step.

Witnessing this bizarre scene, Hu Jingkun absent-mindedly played with Bai Lu’s paw pads as he pondered.

Soon enough, Gan Rong led his workers upstairs, delivering food dish by dish to Cheng Ye and the other officials resting in their rooms. The fragrant aroma filled the entire inn courtyard, drifting upstairs and then back down, making all the prisoners’ stomachs grumble as they eyed their rock-hard biscuits, hardly able to swallow.

Well, faced with Wei’s rather blunt assertion, Conan and Heiji Hattori could only resign themselves to going with the Wei Lan sisters and Ai to the Temple of Light.

Dan Li ignored the blood seeping from his palm, advancing step by step. The golden bangles on his wrist jingled incessantly, and the cracks grew larger.

Upon seeing the beauties standing in the courtyard, along with some trunks and boxes, Mu Xin Nuan could roughly guess what was happening.

His fingers moved like a string of beads, and six wooden seals dropped onto the lamp base. He chanted curses, each phrase dissolving Meng Liushuang’s blessings and fortune.

Because the camera was empty—the film that should have been inside had vanished.

She hadn’t wanted things to turn out like this. How could she know that after Fang Ru left, something like this would happen? Yu Fangqin opened her mouth to speak, but Fang Huai cut her off.

Yet, in the depths, divine and demonic consciousness seemed to sense something, and ultimately the method was revealed to Feng Linglong.

After dealing with the cold man, Bie Huang knelt directly. But as he lowered his head, a flicker of strange emotion flashed in his eyes.

Thinking of Wei’s earlier outrage and the coat on her shoulder, Conan hadn’t seen the details, but he could guess it was from when Wei returned from the restroom and the plane jolted, rubbing the coat onto her. So it must have ended up on Mu Shuli’s body, likely right on her hand.

Among the commander’s heirs, Qin Zhengxiao was the most capable. Though Qin Zhengyang was the commander’s favorite, in terms of strength, Qin Zhengxiao was superior.

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Qing Yi’s first reaction was: surely he wasn’t about to kiss her again? She stared at him as if facing a formidable enemy, ready to push his face away.

A shriek echoed—the massive sound waves rolled forth, a giant maw opened, and a surge of thunder crashed down, aimed straight at the black-robed figure, the thunderous force carrying immense destructive power.

In the end, with combined effort, the ancestors of the Yu and Xiao families worked through the night to reinforce the final barrier.

Xu Weimiao hadn’t really considered whether she’d be stubborn enough to refuse when she truly lay in bed tonight. She kept telling herself, having a child was something they must do—if only she could get pregnant, everything would be fine.

“Leave it for later. When we’re rich, we’ll have our pick of beauties.” Madam Li mused, determined not to let Han Laosan off when she was successful.

Baili Qingyun understood his father’s true motive for recommending him to the emperor for assignment to Xiangcheng.

The sealing formation was shattered by Ao Li, and those monsters who had escaped the Demon Lock Tower but not fled Mount Shu surged toward the breached barrier. Though the sky was thick with clouds and thunder raged, nothing could stop the thousands of monsters from breaking free.

Whatever the truth, all remained firmly within Gongye Leiming’s control, not a hair out of place.

“No! If something goes wrong with my plan, we’ll all be lost! So you can’t go,” Yudie protested.

Gu Meijing walked over with a smile, called out “Master,” and naturally placed the gift she’d bought for the old man on the stone bench. She wasn’t bothered by being ignored; instead, she took the teapot from the stone table and personally went inside to boil water for tea.

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