Forty-seven, forty-seven.

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Yan Yi slowly emerged from her shock. After a moment’s thought, her expression hardened, and she spoke earnestly to Gu Chen. She had also seen the photo of that Young Master Gu on Xiao Xiatian’s phone. There was no denying that Gu Yucheng was truly handsome; she couldn’t understand why Xiao Xiatian had ever abandoned such a good-looking boyfriend.

The two of them left the main hall. The sun was already leaning westward, and the crowds had thinned. Beneath the Bodhi tree, there was no sign of Huan’er’s figure.

At that moment, the setting sun cast golden rays through the gauze curtains, shimmering on their dark hair. Their long robes and wide sleeves glowed brilliantly, dazzling to behold.

It had been many years since she last saw her brother like this; just now, he had genuinely frightened her.

The masked man’s displeasure was clear, as if his refined temperament had been disturbed. He moved to a chair, turning his back to the three men dressed in black. His figure was like an eternal mountain—upright and imposing.

The two candle flames flickered wildly, like fiery serpents darting about, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

The barrier set by Jun Hui faded with the disappearance of the force, dissolving into a faint halo of light. These subtle glows drifted like wisps of snowy smoke around Jun Hui, who now resembled a celestial fairy from the ninth heaven, her unmatched beauty and unparalleled aura making her appear truly unique.

"That silly girl, after you abandoned her, couldn't you have found a donkey cart to take you to town? Once there, could you really get lost?" Muxiang laughed softly. Dongling was strange—she used to run around recklessly, but now she was worried.

After all, on the battlefield, the commander had to lead, then analyze strategies after the fight, which was exhausting for the Ye Emperor. Even a somewhat dramatic player like Banana felt sympathy for him, not to mention others.

The rain continued relentlessly—not only was it that the rain would wash away all memories of the Demon Lord, but at the TV station, Wen Zhenghua, Commander Chen, and the station chief were still caught up in the excitement of the Demon Lord’s defeat. Now, however, they had all forgotten everything and couldn’t recall a thing. They stood there dumbfounded, asking themselves, "What’s wrong with us?"

This was their shared understanding—each step taken with extreme caution. Strange cries and wails continuously echoed nearby. How could anyone find peace of mind amid such sounds?

Seeing the jagged sword about to strike the crab’s leg, Sha Wei could already imagine the consequences: the crab would be hampered by its injured leg, losing mobility and thus the victory in this battle.

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Seeing Hall awaken from his epiphany, Lady suddenly appeared before him, snatching the weapon from his hands before he could react.

“Hmph, cooperate with you? Let you take full control of the capital’s defense? If that’s the case, wouldn’t my influence in the capital be completely replaced by you?” Li Hu left the emperor’s chamber, sneering to himself.

Xu Bansheng took the talisman paper. Without glue or anything else, he chanted quietly, then slapped the talisman onto a piece of white marble. Miraculously, it adhered firmly.

Then, under the force of this power, Chen Shi’s body crashed through many branches, flying backward.

With a swift stroke, the head was about to fall. At that very moment, the opposing card player, holding a yellow card, stepped forward slightly.

“No worries, it’s just a study room, a place for discussion. Talking is fine,” Wang Chen’s voice remained loud and confident as he glanced over at the other students studying, exuding a commanding aura.

Thus, on March 21st, the semi-formal event called “Eastern Show at Times Square” officially captivated the Western world, becoming everyone’s latest topic of lively conversation.

Fang Ming recalled when he first started training, and Nangong Qingcheng had taught the Forgetting Sutra without hesitation. A chill ran down his back.

Lightning flashed, striking the ground before Bi Luo and another, revealing scorched earth and Lei Xingtian, whose short hair crackled with electric light.

In the grand scheme of the era, 2005 was an ordinary year—not a bumper harvest for Chinese or global cinema.

Everyone was furious—wishing they could knock out this hateful man, snatch the string of Buddhist prayer beads from his wrist, and sell them for him. Fifty million for a string of beads, and he wouldn’t sell? Was he crazy?

That was why she devoted more time and energy to documented matters, neglecting the mysterious Black Stone Palace already firmly under her control.

Shu Hongming and Da Mi were indeed busy, but their tasks were trivial—probably even they didn’t know what they were busy with.

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“But Your Majesty alone possesses the purest Dragon King bloodline,” Link truly did not want to be the scapegoat; it didn’t align with his vision for the future.

At that moment, he unconsciously thought of Li Qian, wondering what he was doing now.

“Stay here,” the forbidden Gundam’s pilot shouted fiercely, gripping a scythe in one hand and seizing the War God Gundam’s right foot with the other. This instantly restrained the War God Gundam’s mobility. Under the intense barrage of fire, it was too late to evade.

When Gu Xiaobei was four months pregnant, doctors informed the couple that the child in her womb was still a boy.

Chen Xu bit his tongue in frustration, clenching his mouth and face tightly, refusing to speak.

The couple, each harboring their own thoughts, feigned affection as they headed to the hospital. Upon arrival, Li Haonan instructed Situ Jie to arrange for specialists to conduct a full examination of Gu Xiaobei.

“Prince?” Upon hearing the voice, someone rushed over, only to be struck by a fierce palm wind and knocked several meters away before even getting a proper look.

Who was this person, capable of enraging even the town drunk? And who dared cause trouble in the fleeting dream of life?

“In that case, is it enough?” Lu Feiyang sat down, gazing at everyone. In truth, he cared little for so-called wealth.

“Better to focus on finding hidden missions.” Lu Feiyang had given up on searching for those three female beasts and instead intended to concentrate solely on uncovering hidden tasks that could enhance his abilities.