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Perhaps it was the intermittent feeding from Gu Shanghuai that had its intended effect, as everyone's emotions remained relatively stable.

Yue Yanqi: "..." He saw that his sister was safe now, so shouldn't such a massive beast be shot dead immediately?

"Stop calling out, you sound like a hen; he won't respond to you." Lin Zhixu offered Zhang Yunli a faint smile, causing his heart to lose its composure.

A sound of footsteps running outside made Ye Xuan immediately conceal his presence. He intended to catch Yan Jiayue off guard to force the location of the Spirit Feather out of her.

Seeing the situation, Jiang Li quickly glanced at the bill, opened his phone, zoomed in the camera, and scanned the QR code—all in one fluid motion—successfully paying the bill before Gu Pingsheng could.

However, on the floor mattress beside the bed, Jiang Li fell into deep thought as he caught a glimpse of a patch of snow-white skin revealed at the edge of the bed.

In addition to this, there was a long-term contract that included all the aforementioned terms, along with an annual salary of tens of millions of dollars.

If a cultivator failed to break through to the Golden Core stage before their natural lifespan ended, they would only live to be two hundred; reaching the Golden Core stage, however, would grant them another three hundred years.

Navari felt the world before him turning into a melting cream cake.

Because the Ancient Sword Sect was located right next to Fengdu, disciples would always come to the city to purchase supplies during their holidays or while out on missions.

A stove made of red bricks held an oversized, old-fashioned aluminum pot filled to the brim with zongzi. The lid could barely stay on, steam was already pouring out, and the whole room was filled with heat and the scent of bamboo leaves.

However, Konis, standing beside him, did not share his sentiment. As the prince accepted Byron's gift, Konis’s expression grew increasingly serious, showing no sign of appreciation for the offering.

A fierce struggle ensued, flesh and blood splattering; the scene was gruesome, and screams echoed incessantly from Sky Wolf Peak.

On the second deck of the sailing vessel, besides the rebellious soldiers, there were warriors dressed in white, wearing ghost masks.

"If you don't believe me, here, I even have photos." Things having reached this point, Su Wanqing knew that saying anything more would be useless. With a sense of regret and helplessness, she handed over her phone.

"Brother, why don't we switch to a Wuling Hongguang? It saves on gas." Mo Mo sat in the passenger seat, casting a disdainful look at him, though she had to admit the car was indeed very comfortable; she had never ridden in such a vehicle in her past life.

Now, as Liu Yibin’s energy underwent a complete transformation, the infinite suppression he had felt from the righteous energy had faded, becoming so faint that it merely caused him mild annoyance, devoid of its initial intent to sanction him.

He recalled that Qifu Yan was the third prince of the Qifu tribe, so, according to his noble status, the tent he occupied should be far more luxurious than those of the commoners.

Re-sheathing the jewel-encrusted dagger he had used to vent his anger, he leaned over, surrounded by soldiers, to inspect the corpses at his feet.

With a flick of his hand, Tang Ye produced a spirit stone twice the size of the one embedded in the pillar. He swapped them out, and under his control, the flying skiff shot straight toward the horizon.

Dongling Xue walked up with elegant steps, clusters of begonia flowers seemingly blooming around his soft boots.

Setting aside the matter of refining the fourth-grade advancement potion, Wang Peng clearly had other motives for coming today; otherwise, given the current relationship between their two factions, he could have simply let the Dragon Slayer Guild's Eastern District manager negotiate the alchemy matters.

In just a few days, a new wave of rumors had spread through the capital, traveling several times faster than before.

Liu Ruxuan roared toward the door, but just as she was about to rush out to tear him to pieces, the sight beneath the quilt made her lose all desire to move.

40 threw a water pipe like a javelin. It struck the thick bulletproof glass, turning the entire surface opaque white.

Gu Yingge could not describe the feeling in her heart; she could only look up at the sky, struggling to hold back her tears.

The wallpaper was a pale purple, covered in sprawling violets. The curtains were also made of light purple gauze, and even the wardrobe was pale purple, adorned with shimmering flowers and sprites—it was beautiful and dreamlike.

During this time, A-Shuang had been repeatedly targeted by various factions. One assassination attempt had nearly succeeded—the time they had resorted to a "dagger revealed when the map was unrolled" tactic. Although other attempts were neutralized by security personnel before they could even get near her, it still left the head of Umbrella feeling a lingering sense of terror.

I reasoned that since those black shadows hadn't harmed me, they were likely human souls—in plain terms, wandering ghosts and lonely spirits.

The scene was vast and desolate; countless beasts fell into the magma and were scalded to death. The gentle east wind and the fragrance of flowers and birdsong were gone forever.

Yang Canri was also anxious, burning with impatience. If the foolish Sword Immortal died in the Green Goat Palace, forget about bringing honor to his ancestors—even preserving his current foundation would be in jeopardy.

Even with a forced breakthrough, he could at best manage a four-to-six split with Ye Feng, being suppressed by him throughout the entire fight.

Hearing this strange voice devoid of any human emotion, Yang Haoxuan’s head instantly throbbed with rage.

"Tsk tsk, the company is too indulgent with you. It’s hard to find an actor as willful as you in the entertainment industry." What movies to film, what shows to appear on—shouldn't all of that be up to the company?

As the stone gate sensed Sun Lin's Qi Gate formation, it trembled slightly. With a forceful push from Sun Lin, the heavy stone door slowly creaked open.

"Hmph! To think that the mere remnants of dead forces would dare to block my path. How laughable! Watch how I swallow you all and turn you into my own strength!" Li Yi muttered calmly.

A moment of negligence led them into a perilous encirclement. The various families who had been coerced into joining were now taking the opportunity to flee toward the side of Kirua, some even defecting on the spot and turning their guns against the Holy War Legion of the Church of Light.

The path of cultivation is divided into five major realms. Li Chunwang has now entered the first: the Cleansing Realm, also known as the Opening Realm.

Feng Yifan and Xue Yilan, who were preparing to head down the mountain, were greatly surprised, as Ling Xueyi was not one for visiting others.

Shui Yiren wanted to teach him a harsh lesson so he wouldn't be so reckless in the future. She wanted to say that his "big ox" life was worth much more than that, that she didn't want to see him get hurt, that she wanted to... but when the words reached her lips, they were reduced to this whisper, a mix of feigned anger, frustration, and affection.

Whether in martial arts, intelligence, endurance, or talent, she was top-tier, in no way inferior to any man.

Mostly, the Prince knew that their skills were not weak, and perhaps he did not want to make enemies of them.

She kept looking back as she ran, thinking those people wouldn't follow, but little did she know they had no intention of letting her go.