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Xia Xingchen initially thought Ran Bizhi was just joking and did not take it to heart. Throughout the day, no one mentioned the matter again.

At the inspector's command, the surrounding underworld runners immediately pounced on Zhang Zhen. Within moments, Zhang Zhen was securely bound.

"Master Huo, you really shouldn't travel far right now. Let us get a wheelchair to take you," the nurse suggested again.

However, his movement was a bit too abrupt. As they had been sleeping very close together, his fingers inadvertently brushed across Lin Weiyue's face, and she blinked her eyes open, still half-asleep.

When the secret room was breached, dust swirled in the air, and a good amount of it settled on him. The dust on his clothes shook off during the scuffle, but what clung to his hair remained, looking rather noticeable.

Yet the moment the words left his mouth, he suddenly realized what he had said, and his face instantly flushed the color of a pig's liver. Wasn't this tantamount to admitting to his earlier statement? The only difference was whether he was referring to a brother-in-law through an elder sister or a younger sister.

Xia Chenxuan's heart was filled with guilt. He had only wanted to instill a bit of urgency in her so she would properly review her math, never expecting her emotions to become so stirred, nor that she would care so deeply about an offhand remark he made.

Xiao Xiao's heart was deeply stirred. No one had ever treated her this way, and tears welled up uncontrollably, defying all her efforts to hold them back. His home gave her a sense of profound peace; his family made her unable to resist trusting them; and her heart slowly began to lower its guard.

At this time, Wang Yangming had just passed the grand examination and was appointed as a probationary official in the Ministry of Works. A so-called probationary official, understood by modern standards, was essentially an apprentice or an intern. A Ministry of Works probationer was simply a candidate official undergoing training within the ministry.

"How can you think that way? Everything in the past was just a coincidence; you shouldn't blame yourself." Hearing Weiyue's reason for breaking up, Shaochen found it absurd and helpless, while also feeling angry at Huo Ding'an's absurd advice from back then.

Seeing that she bore no grievance, Ye Yu sighed inwardly, then couldn't help reaching out to ruffle her hair thoroughly.

The major ancient clans also let out cold snuffs. Had it not been for the recent battle against the Soul Heavenly Emperor which led to the destruction of their clans and a disastrous loss of their foundations, they would not be suppressed by those fellows now.

Niu Meng narrowed his eyes. The credibility of Han Feng's words was not high; this fellow could even kill his own teacher, let alone lie.

The next moment, a drastic change occurred. The flesh and blood of the Immortal Demon Emperor, which had been torn to pieces and scattered across the earth, suddenly burst apart, shooting out dense, overwhelming streams of crimson thread that blotted out the sky, resembling a surging sea of blood.

This was an elderly man appearing to be in his fifties or sixties, dressed in a blue short-sleeved T-shirt paired with black suit trousers, his hair combed back meticulously without a single stray strand.

Simultaneously, the figure of the Heaven-Suppressing Dragon Emperor vanished from the spot. When he reappeared, he had already transformed into a hundred-meter-long true dragon, reaching out a claw toward the Sun-Incinerating Phoenix Emperor in an attempt to snatch him away.

The leader was draped in a plain robe. Although bearing the appearance of twilight years, his hair drifted in the wind, displaying a hint of unruliness.

In the Black Horn Region, high-grade storage rings could be said to have a price but no market. Furthermore, high-grade storage rings possessed master-protecting functions, and some could even directly rebound the spiritual power of an attacker. They could truly be called unimaginable treasures.

"What? Do you want to leak information to Lin Feng?" Lin Xue asked coldly, a murderous glint flashing in her eyes.

"Don't worry! Master will definitely transfer it to you past midnight tomorrow night. I won't let you lose face in front of your friends!" Old Song patted his chest in assurance, a strange expression then crossing his face.

Kong Xuan and Lu Ya were evidently fighting with their true fire, but Burning Lamp and the various Buddhist ancestors of the Shijia Sect suffered an unmerited disaster.

Yet at this moment, sinking into the soft bed, her pretty brows were slightly furrowed, and her forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat.

System 188 also seemed to have vanished, leaving her feeling like an isolated soul in this vast world, no longer belonging to herself.

They did not linger at Yunying Entertainment Company. With the charity funds arriving tomorrow, they still had plenty of charity-related preparations to attend to right now.

The boy was indeed Grete. Yang毅 saw it very clearly. His mind had become exceptionally clear at this moment, knowing that Hansel was telling him the course of events, but wasn't Hansel's spiritual power far too formidable?

Looking at those chilling corpses and massive black boulders, Tianxuanzi could not fathom how this secluded village had come to this state. Could it be that others had discovered them and come to slaughter them?

Having finished bowing, Airo stood up. After exchanging polite pleasantries, the two parties sat down once again.

Xiao Yezi gave Xiang Ang a stealthy wink, urging him to let go quickly. Although Xiang Ang clearly saw it, he stubbornly turned his head away as if he had noticed nothing at all.

The next moment, his hand flicked upward, and the blood-stained spear soared like an arrow leaving a string toward the elevated crossbow platform. Before the people up there could react, the spear pierced through the platform, rapidly destroying it.

Yang Yi had not guessed wrongly; Princess Sophie had come to offer terms of surrender. Realistically, however, for Yang Yi to attain the rank of Viscount was already a new height in life—one must know that an Earl could found a nation and style himself a king. While a kingdom could have many Viscounts, there could only be a single Earl.

The brother and sister managed to catch the last bus, and by the time they returned home, the streetlamps were already shining and the night had grown deep.

An elderly man dressed in a yellow robe took a gentle sip, sitting alone by the window and speaking with composed detachment.