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"Oh... I am not a bad person, you cannot arrest me. Xie Tian... Big Brother Xie Tian, you are so powerful, you will protect me, right?" Xing Bao'er clutched the corner of Ye Tianxie's clothes nervously, speaking in a pitiful tone.

The only bronze bell in the school would ring punctually at the end of every exam. Following this, the candidates would silently line up to hand in their papers and exit the hall to continue reviewing for the next subject. There was no loud commotion; the results of the exams were no longer the priority—what mattered was whether they had put in the effort. The atmosphere of the annual exams was tense, yet not oppressive.

The angel followed Yang Yan's gaze, then let out a shriek as if he had been violated, frantically shaking and pulling at his wings while searching the courtyard for a water source. He scrubbed them fiercely, seemingly wishing he could pluck out the feathers in that area entirely.

I feel as though I am only now slowly merging with this body. Waves of bone-chilling pain prickle my sensitive nerves, making me wince and grit my teeth. I feel as if my entire body is covered in wounds, and my lips are so chapped they have begun to bleed. The hair within my line of sight is honey-colored and tangled, resembling withered weeds. What on earth has happened?

This was the residence he had purchased in Tianchen City at a great cost. Today was his first day moving in, and the intoxicating sense of comfort told him he was starting to grow increasingly fond of this place. Relatively speaking, he felt a certain reluctance to return to the contaminated air of the real world.

"Subconscious," Sasha replied. Beelzebub's attitude had directly influenced him; he no longer seemed so tightly wound.

"No problem!" Molly was the first to state her position. Fearing that the mule-headed company commander might go back on his word, she eagerly agreed, afraid Li Wei would change his mind.

After the guests had stepped forward one by one to offer their congratulations, Fu Yu seized the moment to announce the appointment of Yin Zizhang as the Peak Master of Yingbang Peak. The ceremony concluded amidst a chorus of gasps.

Huang Rong's current worry seemed to be merely that of a friend concerned for Guo Jing—fearing that such a dull-witted person might suffer losses while wandering the pugilistic world.

When he was at home, the distance made him feel safe, and he couldn't see things clearly, so Feng Wei wasn't particularly afraid. But now, in close contact, he realized he wasn't as brave as he had imagined.

Watching his team members endure five seconds of agony through binoculars while listening to the system prompts in his ears, Zhan Ying's eyes widened to the size of saucers.

He was like a natural source of light; even dressed in the same military green combat uniform as the soldiers, he stood out in a way that caught the eye instantly.

Chen Ruoxi of the Emerald Illusion is not only a skilled physician with a great reputation, but she has also never been involved in any romantic scandals with men. She is as pure as a snow lotus on the Heavenly Mountains, and even though people know they have no chance, they cannot help but fantasize.

"Toxic herbs have been mixed into this. The toxicity is extremely potent. If touched with bare hands and not treated in time, one's hands could be ruined!" Yue Qinghuang glanced toward Instructor Yin's position; he was certainly not the one who had done this.

The desolate and lonely Land of Reincarnation fell into silence once more. After an unknown span of time, hurried footsteps echoed again.

This was not the first call Zhao Duoduo had received. To avoid trouble, she had even moved out of the school, as there were many of Hong Que's fans at the Sichuan Conservatory of Music, and if they were to cause a scene, there was no telling what might happen.

And when all the spiritual energy had been transformed by the source of the Spirit Sea, Zhou Yi discovered that even the newly generated spiritual energy, without passing through the source, had reached the same intensity as that which had been transformed.

Zhong Jiu could not bear to look at her sorrowful eyes, so he lowered his gaze and mechanically pressed down on her head.

Night battles meant the troops would not get proper rest the next day. Now that the Yanbei army had crossed the river, no one would give them a chance to sleep tomorrow... Without a night's sleep and having to fight again the next day, no one’s body could withstand it.

In front of the base of the Great Buddha, the massive head of the statue had been sawn open, and a group of people were busy working around it.

Two puffs of white smoke shot up from behind the wooden stake. Following the flare, two portable missiles flew into the sky.

"The two immortals, you have finally arrived." Seeing the Great Immortals walk into the conference hall, Guang Da's tightly locked brows finally relaxed. He stood up to welcome them as if he had been waiting for the stars and the moon.

When Qi Bao and the others arrived, it wasn't exactly a scene of corpses everywhere, but many of the factions, which had already suffered heavy losses, saw even more of their members die.

Yet, the feeling he projected had completely changed. A vast aura radiated from him; there was no heavy, mountain-like pressure, nor did it hinder anyone's movements, but it seemed capable of shattering one's spirit. Even if one could control their body freely, they could not summon the courage to attack.

In August, the bulk of Zhang He’s forces entered Wuling, occupying the mountain passes. Upon learning that the Cao clan's troops had entered Jiaozhou, he sent word to the Zhao Palace in Handan while preparing his troops, sending Li Damu and others as the vanguard toward Jiaozhou.

Huang Qing told Chen Yi every single important detail without missing a word. It took Chen Yi a long time to calm himself down.

But what was this? The fish might die, but the net would not only remain intact, it would also conveniently scoop up some turtles and shrimp along the way.

Cough, it can't be helped; perhaps my charm is just too high, and those experts are all fighting to take me on as their disciple.

Yan Li felt his intelligence was severely lacking! What did this mean? He had to fight Wu Jing! But he couldn't undermine Liu Yihua, Wu Jing's right-hand man? What on earth was going on?

Liu Yihua gently reached out toward the buttons of Xiao Lihua's pajamas, caressing her to ease her nervousness.

"This..." The shopkeeper looked at Ao Bai and Su Meng'er, feeling that both were extraordinary and that he could not afford to offend either side.

Hearing Chen Ping's question, everyone nodded frantically, stating in unison that they understood, their eyes filled with awe for Chen Ping.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Several sounds of piercing through the air came from afar! "How is this like a movie! The police always arrive at the very end! Good disciple, let's go." With that, the mysterious person carried Qin Yingfeng and vanished with ghostly speed.