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Overjoyed, Fang Yuxue immediately ran to her bedroom, managed to pick up her cell phone in her mouth with great difficulty, carried it over to the sofa, and slowly typed out a text message to Lin Ye using her cat paw, one tap at a time.

Judging by the expressions of Wang Ba and the others who had placed wagers against Wu Di, they looked so furious that they practically wanted to chop Wu Di into pieces.

"You didn't risk your life to break through. At the warning pit of the Azure Lotus Sect, I came to understand the Dao of the Goddess of Luo, and she possesses such great might, constantly locked in a struggle against heaven and earth!" Wu Fan looked at Ling Nishang.

"Blade, what are we here for?" Wu Di withdrew her gaze. She had just stabilized Mist's injuries and entrusted her to the care of the Empress of the Wind. If she hadn't given the latter something to do to divert her attention, she probably would have flown into a rage again shortly.

Fortunately, the God of Sewing held a rather favorable impression of Luo Yi, so this time he only gave him a mild lesson. If anyone else had dared to pull such a stunt, they would have likely been executed long ago.

However, killing a son brings bad luck, and the old master was unwilling to shoulder that responsibility. Thus, he threw the task out, letting his uncompetitive sons contend with the second brother and take them down together.

Originally, the rule of this estate was that servants lacking years of service experience were not permitted to go anywhere beyond the ancestral tablet display room. However, ever since Liu Gongqian's death, this rule had been abolished.

The Senate chamber was once again packed with Roman senators, who were engaged in heated discussions. With a formidable enemy at hand, they had to formulate a plan, even if it meant choosing a new battle formation.

The barbecue stall owner went from initial apprehension and fear of trouble to gazing at Wu Di with eyes full of utter astonishment.

Just as Luo Yi was watching the Dark Prelate with vigilance, the Dark Prelate suddenly plunged the greatsword in his hands into his own body with a crazed expression, as if he were stabbing not himself, but Luo Yi at that very moment. That frenzied demeanor sent a chill down anyone's spine.

Lin Ruansi struggled with all her might, but alas, facing two strong and sturdy soldiers, she could not shake them off in the least.

Xiao Han stood up, walked to the alchemy formula hall, purchased some more Grandmaster-level alchemy formulas, and mailed everything back to his shop.

The royal family of the Ganzhou Uyghurs practiced Shamanism, specifically a branch of it. They worshipped the deities of heaven and earth, regarding the Wolf God as the sovereign of their tribe. In their hearts, the Wolf God was supreme, much like the White Stone Deity in the minds of the Qiang people.

"Please return my handgun! My profession is a police officer, and I will not harm you." Su Ruxue looked at Yue Zhong and the others, furrowing her brows slightly as she made her demand. Without a handgun, she simply could not feel any sense of security.

Substance hidden within emptiness—that was what made these malevolent spirits truly terrifying. If it were an ordinary person, they probably wouldn't even know how they died. Fortunately, Xiao Han had used his Alaya-consciousness to perceive the physical entity of the malevolent spirit in advance, thereby escaping a calamity.

Tale was very depressed today. Word came from headquarters that the board of directors was expressing doubts about his leadership capabilities. This was because today, commanding a force of four hundred thousand, he had been beaten into a state of utter helplessness by just thirty thousand troops of the Sovereign faction. Fortunately, the stronghold was successfully established, otherwise headquarters would surely have dispatched someone to take over his position.

Having managed to salvage my life with great difficulty, I had no desire to surrender it away so easily once more.

The Golden-Veined Winged Tiger was massive in size, so carrying a few captives posed no problem at all. The reason the flying knights of the Lin family army did this was naturally due to orders given by the eldest young master of the Lin family.

The towering main gate of the academy was a full thirty meters high and nearly eighty meters wide, with the Papal emblem carved upon its gold-inlaid plaque. Even just standing at the entrance of the main gate, one could clearly feel a vast and majestic aura rushing toward them.

I didn't know when I fell asleep, but while rolling over in the middle of the night, my leg suddenly cramped up again, waking me instantly with a sharp pain.

It was all his fault; he had never thoughtfully considered things, nor had he ever truly cared about her.

Madam Luo gazed at her with sharp eyes, and although there was a smile on her face, it carried an undertone of arrogance.

Jian Yiyun was indeed the type of person who would never panic even if the sky were to fall, because panicking was of no use anyway.

Song Cheng must have truly had an urgent matter to attend to, as he departed in a rush, even though an expression of worry for me still lingered on his face.

He reached out, intending to forcefully snatch Jia Qiatong's cell phone. However, she had been prepared for this long ago; how could she possibly let him grab it?

Hearing me mention Shen Youyou, his expression noticeably stiffened, and without uttering a single word, he turned around and walked away.

Gu Huainan was unwilling to admit that night—no matter how proactive she might have been, she simply could not lower her pride to use that incident to threaten him.

The moment he landed, Han Zhenhan vaguely noticed a pair of stones glowing on the ground, yet he could not clearly make out what those glowing stones were. Just as Han Zhenhan was feeling curious, he finally tripped and fell.

Therefore, a temple was built on the mountainside and named Lingle Temple. Because the temple possessed considerable spiritual energy, drawing numerous worshippers and thriving incense, the monks grew a plentiful harvest of their own food, but when it was insufficient to supply everyone, they would go down to the villages and towns at the foot of the mountain to collect alms. Over time, the dining hall derived its name from this practice.

Moye spat out another stream of venom, but suddenly He Yangyang was nowhere to be seen. Turning its head, it saw the figure in black rushing toward it at lightning speed, man and sword as one.

Shaojian originally intended to teach the group only standard military-style boxing, but upon second thought, mingling in the underworld inevitably involved bloody fights. To give them an extra margin of survival, they needed formidable skills.

"Slap!" However, before Qin Wanyi even had time to grieve over her own pain, Chen Huaxin delivered a fierce, hard slap across her face.

"Old brother! Why bother caring so much about all this? Have you forgotten what happened last time? There was someone just like this, and as soon as we let him in, His Highness the Imperial Prince cursed us out thoroughly." Guard B, who had remained silent all along, finally spoke up, and his words immediately rubbed me the wrong way.