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Now that Liu Dachuang had brought his own ingredients, and they were already prepped, she completely lost any excuse to decline.

A singer like Shen Yu, capable of recording five songs within such a short period of time, could definitely be counted on one hand.

Judged by Meng Qingshan’s past standards, he would certainly have said that practicing such a craft was simply a waste of life.

At this moment, Gu An felt as though she had pierced through a barrier, and then an egg-like entity appeared within her spiritual consciousness.

A gentle breeze swept by, ruffling the jade-like surface of the river, and mottled moonlight was cast upon the Twenty-Four Beams Moon-Reflecting Bridge, making the ancient bridge look like a fairyland.

Yet the patients Chang Jingtong saw yesterday were bizarrely docile and obedient, resembling marionettes that had lost their souls.

Lu Yu held his breath, adjusted his breathing frequency, and utilized the "breathing technique" to rapidly recover his stamina.

Even so, these debts would not be pinned on them, but would instead be heaped entirely upon Du Heng.

Seeing that their back-baskets were almost full and it was getting late, the two of them turned around and walked down the mountain.

After walking a bit further, the two of them suddenly stopped and stared blankly ahead.

However, those three assassins who had participated in the extermination of the family back then and were still alive naturally had to die.

In the blink of an eye, it was the third day of the first lunar month. On this day, it seemed every household in the capital rose early just to witness the grand wedding between the Prime Minister's Estate and the Prince of Zhennan's Estate.

Han Ximing frowned, refusing to let go. Wen Li clearly had something on her mind, yet she was unwilling to speak of it.

"Who is it!" Di Xu was enraged. What kind of situation was this? Could a person not even get a good night's sleep?

As soon as these words were uttered, everyone present looked at Xue Feng with astonished gazes, while Third Brother Luo and the others abruptly halted their movements. The voice pierced the clouds with immense penetrating power, and its content was both baffling and perplexing.

However, much to everyone's disappointment, Ye Laisheng paid no heed to this group of eager individuals burning with a desire to kill him, but instead focused all his attention on Tang Tang, who was gritting her teeth yet remained motionless.

Xia Yuesheng felt somewhat nervous. Following Wen Li's instructions, he tested the temperature of the fish soup and brought it to Xingxing's lips, looking even a bit shy.

Yet Tang Mufeng, whom the villa disciples were reluctant to approach, gradually calmed down by Mu Jiucheng's side at this moment. Such composure even caused the man who had previously tried to forcefully stop Mu Jiucheng from leaving the daoist grounds to wide-eyed stare in utter disbelief.

At that instant, anyone who had witnessed the relationship between the Emperor and Empress must have broken out in a cold sweat. Was this perhaps the first time they had ever witnessed such a harmonious relationship between an imperial couple? Moreover, looking at the Empress's expression, it seemed full of surprise as well. Who would have expected His Majesty to be so gentle?

Extending his slender fingers, he picked up a medicine box containing fever reducers, his brow furrowing slightly. Putting it down, he picked up another box of anti-inflammatory drugs, and his brow furrowed even deeper.

If a supreme powerhouse could hold down the Eastern Capital and slay enemies in all directions with peerless might, wouldn't all conspiracies and stratagems simply vanish like smoke and disperse into nothingness?

Wuxin looked at the degree of vigilance several people held toward this matter and could not help feeling somewhat puzzled. To make such a massive fuss without even knowing who the other party was—what on earth was worth them taking it this seriously? It was quite possible they had already been discovered by the enemy.

...The twenty black-armored riders, having been thrown several yards from their warhorses, merely tumbled a few times before quickly rising to their feet as if completely unharmed, charging toward the high slope once more.

Ye Jiangchuan intended to relearn three thousand sword techniques, and then have each terracotta warrior master one sword technique to teach disciples.

Meanwhile, on the flat ground in front of the stone platform, dozens of cultivators were busily arranging tables and chairs, bustling about enthusiastically.

Although the ghost domain of Yellow Dragon Island had vanished and the soul-destroying formation of demons and spirits was shattered, the restriction sealing the heaven and earth was still present, preventing Ye Jiangchuan from leaving this place.

During the meal, Ai Yuyang chatted with me quite naturally. It made me feel that Ai Yuyang was different from other wealthy heirs; he didn't put on airs when he spoke, unlike some rich kids who talked incessantly about the stock market and luxury cars, thinking they were extremely impressive, while in reality, they were thoroughly annoying to everyone else.

The man in the blue robe flashed a look of sheer terror, gathered his internal energy, and leaped back to retreat. However, at that very moment, a fist carrying terrifying might fiercely smashed into his dantian.

Moreover, during these workouts, Wang Sheng never forgot the Nine-Word Proverb. As long as his spiritual qi could hold out, he would practice one character per breath until his spiritual qi was completely exhausted and his body was too tired to even want to move.

With his insights, he clearly knew that for someone with a personality like Ba Wuji, the absolute taboo was wrapping him in a protective bubble of a supposedly wonderful world to shield him from worldly experiences, out of fear that he might get tricked by others.

Han Yun's expression changed, and he looked up at the two individuals. Simultaneously, a medicinal pill appeared in each of their palms.

The scorching sensation in Taixuan's chest vanished in a flash. Seeing this scene, he hurriedly swung his sword to slaughter the surrounding Mongol high officials and nobles. Guo Jing, having been reprimarded by Taixuan and seeing that Mengge was already dead, could only sigh and began killing the enemy as well.

However, the mother refused. And then a theatrical turn of events occurred. She brought her university boyfriend home to introduce to her mother, and what happened afterward was truly unspeakable: her mother and her boyfriend ended up together. She had discovered them at home in secret, with ironclad proof.

"So the Sect Master is teaching American agents a lesson, letting them know not to be self-righteous, while at the same time putting pressure on the White House to force the White House to abandon the trade war, right?" Mackie replied.

Ying Kai's expression was incomparably gloomy. This Southern Continent was the realm ruled by the human race, where the fortune of humanity was so majestic and vibrant that it struck terror into the hearts of Daoist and Buddhist sects, daring them not to preach or plunder the fortune of faith. The might of the imperial dragon aura pressed down so heavily that countless evil and heterodox factions dared not raise their heads or show their faces.

After tentatively moving around for a bit, Chen Ziyang let Hei Qi and the others lower him into the sea to get accustomed to the diving suit in the water. In fact, just as Hei Qi had said, there weren't all that many essentials to keep in mind when wearing a deep-sea diving suit; the most important point was simply to move slowly while in the water.