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Due to its unique geographical location, Mount Yuelu belongs to the Hengshan mountain range in the south. Ancient people listed Mount Yuelu among the seventy-two peaks of the Southern Mountains, calling it the Linglu Peak.

There is a time difference between the Ninth World and the Sixth World. One o'clock in the morning here is only ten o'clock in the morning in the Ninth World. Xingzhi has always kept a regular schedule, so it is impossible that he was truly sleepy. Therefore... it was quite obvious that he simply wanted to accompany her.

Tan Shiyong felt as if his family had collided with a speeding mountain of steel. With a loud bang, his vision suddenly went pitch black.

Early the next morning, the three of them boarded the flying ship and headed straight for Lizhixing's family. The flying ship flew at high speed, and by the end of the Hai hour, it finally entered a massive mountain range running from north to south! This mountain range extended for thousands of miles and was called Henggang Ridge. After passing Henggang Ridge, the flying ship flew another three thousand miles forward, finally arriving at the mouth of a large mountain valley.

Fortunately, after kneading it for a little longer, the clay finally met Lin Ze's satisfaction. He decided to sculpt Chu Qing; yes, he was just that confident.

Meanwhile, Bai Sisi had already rushed downstairs to the dormitory building. If not for the dormitory manager on duty at the entrance, she would have loved to charge right up.

Todd Fei forced a smile and said, "If Lord Huang still has matters to attend to, I won't press the issue!" In his heart, however, he despised Huang Zhen to the core, wishing he could hack him into a thousand pieces.

Zhang Peng took a gentle sip, and instantly his mouth and nose were filled with a faint, pleasant peach blossom fragrance.

If so, his impression of Golden Autumn Communications would be greatly discounted. This could also be considered his final test.

With a tender gaze and gentle movements, he slowly stretched out his hand toward Chu Qing's cheek as if to stroke it, but in the end, he merely tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

Right at that moment, with a sudden, deafening roar, a figure soared into the sky, and Ye Zixuan's form appeared before their eyes once again.

"Crippled him? I'm afraid the entire Hong Sect combined couldn't cripple him!" Tang Xing lifted his eyelids slightly, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

One must know that the total time Lin Chengqi had spent using his memory power so far didn't even add up to half a minute.

As the saying goes, clothes make the man. After this makeover, Zhang Keqi indeed looked somewhat like a gold-collar elite, complemented by his own unique temperament.

When Lü Bu's gaze locked with those of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, the fighting intent in the air suddenly intensified. Seeing Guan and Zhang matching him blow for blow, Lü Bu nodded in appreciation, then said in a ringing voice, "Who is the commander-in-chief of Cao's army? Step out and speak with me." His voice was deep and possessed great penetrating power.

At this point, I once again used the Ghost Control technique to manipulate the Fierce Spirit, making it attack as frantically as possible. However, this time the boss seemed completely unfazed, charging desperately toward us. Even though I made the Fierce Spirit fly in the exact opposite direction of the boss, it showed no sign of slowing the boss down at all.

As the cultivation technique circulated once again, Ning Xi frantically devoured the tri-colored fire, catalyzing the sword filaments and condensing the third "fire vein."

Ancient people understood that no place could be completely flawless, and certain unfavorable environments could be artificially altered. This was what they called the skill of the eye and the mastery of craftsmanship.

Since Qin Fei had just been ennobled, it would be a lie to say he wasn't excited. Amidst his joy, he had no desire to go serve at the Hundred-Household Office. After all, when encountering joyous occasions, one naturally wants to share them with those closest to one's heart. Bidding farewell to Crown Prince Zhao Yin, he took Tang Lei and headed toward his home by Xuanwu Lake.

"I'll join! I'm all set, and I'll be hitting the road with Young Master Bai tomorrow," said Liang Xinhui. He was indeed fully prepared, having already gathered his study materials and daily necessities, waiting only to set off bright and early the next morning.

Although this was a fragment intercepted from Bai Yu's perception, it had also undergone some unique modifications and reinforcements by the ugly kettle.

As the most famous first-tier screenwriter in the Celestial Empire, Dou Wei finally felt the poverty of his own vocabulary.

Jiang Chang'an was equally excited. Such an abundance of Daoist auras, although lacking the profound purity imparted by the old man in the fourth realm, was far more precious than the twelve Daoist aura jade stones. A single leaf was easily worth three jade stones, not to mention the lush tree bearing no less than a thousand leaves.

Once upon a time, Lin Chu had played a game of chess where he checkmated his opponent in just eight moves. The overwhelming strength of the Iron Sliding Chariot was evident.

Blinking his copper-bell-sized eyes, he looked at Aunt Xue, who was trembling with anger, and then at Baochai, his younger sister who stood there with pear blossoms glistening in the rain as she gazing infatuatedly at Jia Cong. He scratched his large head and blurted out, "What is going on here? Everything was perfectly fine..." His eyes darted left and right, only showing a hint of guilt when they landed on Jia Cong.

The aged, withered fingers skillfully traced a winding, coiled serpent shape, and a turbid brown color seeped into it, vanishing in an instant.

Even Wu Xingdeng, the front-court steward of the Rong Mansion who had met Jia Cong a few times, was standing in the back at this moment.

How could such a thing have happened? How was she supposed to face everyone from now on? No wonder the servants had looked at her with those peculiar expressions when she woke up in the morning; she finally understood the reason.

Only then did the man dare to stand up, bow to Qidian, and say, "We shall meet again!" With that, he fled in disarray and was no longer mentioned.

Shortly after, a man was seen pressing a gun right against the iceberg's head, looking as though he might pull the trigger at any second.

"Sister Su Qing, I want to ask you something, but please don't laugh at me." Yueyue blushed, not daring to meet Su Qing's eyes.