42 The Jealous Husband

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In comparison, that Spirit King only dared to hide in the mountains and prey on passersby, making him utterly useless.

Li Qingchen cursed inwardly. He had managed with difficulty to go out for some wine to relax, but Modu’s disruption completely ruined his good mood.

Although this trash in the system was burned into ashes, it was still worth six points of merit.

Bu Fan placed his hand gently on Linger's head, and the True Dragon Qi slowly poured into Linger's body along with Bu Fan's mind.

"Your Majesty, the Empresses have ordered that they must remain in the grand hall for three months of fasting and abstinence," a palace maid rushed over hurriedly to report. Two Empresses wanting to fast on Mount Wudang already added up to three months—wasn't this sheer nonsense?

However, seeing Bu Fan and Hongling acting so mysteriously, Ye Lin nearby could not help but wear a look of astonishment.

By then, if the factions behind those young titans who died at Jun Lingtian's hands were to unite, how could the Mu clan possibly protect him single-handedly?

This was a special skill she practiced: using her mind for two different tasks simultaneously, allowing her hands and spiritual power to work on different things at the same time.

This ginseng root was about the size of a palm, plump and crystal-clear. Its shape resembled that of a human, and several visible vein-like lines ran through it, much like human meridians.

Forcibly swallowing the sweet taste of blood in her mouth, Lin Mu gritted her teeth and squeezed out a smile: "Why must Lady Yunliang be so modest? The Spirit Martial Grand Competition is a grand event held only once every five years; it would truly be a pity to miss it."

Having received the heritage of tracing the origin, I began to change slowly. Sometimes, an aura of royalty would unconsciously emanate from me—this was bestowed upon me by the royal heritage of tracing the origin, and now it has begun to slowly integrate into my body.

Because the bride's family came to thank Pei Yeling for her help today, Rong Shaoqing was chatting with her and today's hosts alongside Pei Yeling.

Pei Yeling knew what he was trying to cover up with that undisguised worry, but she had already made up her mind, so she nodded with a resolute attitude.

Cui Shuwei seemed even more agitated than before; the teacup in his grip creaked, and his lips were pressed tightly together, as if enduring something.

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As she spoke these words, a trace of reverence flashed in her eyes. This man was carved from the exact same mold as Mu Qingsu, especially his facial features, which were simply flawless.

It was just that her body was now caught between advancing and retreating, suspended and stiff in an awkward posture, and Ning Qian's expression also turned somewhat ugly.

It was not until the awards ceremony and interviews concluded that Lu Anning retrieved her mobile phone and impatiently called Lan Xiangting.

Picking up the bow on the ground, with a whoosh followed by Deng Hanyuan dropping to his knees with a thud, Dongfang Yijiong carried the rabbit away without looking back.

Obama realized the seriousness of the situation; if this continued, the status of Country M would become precarious. One must know that there are currently many countries watching Country M closely.

The Empress Dowager had just left through the front door when Lin Fei'er immediately wiped away her tears and, acting as if nothing had happened, transformed back into that mischievous mermaid princess once again.

The next moment, a dragon's roar brushed past his side, and Naruto was almost sucked in. His figure traced a long arc in mid-air, and a burst of dark blue chill rose from his right fist.

Though that voice sounded somewhat lacking in breath, Naruto could still tell it was robust overall. He immediately recognized that unique voice belonging to a powerhouse.

"The Transformation God Stage?..." Sun Fengzhao said in surprise. He truly found it hard to imagine that in the world of immortal cultivation where he lived and practiced, there still existed cultivators at the Transformation God Stage or even higher.

Jiang Ruochen could naturally hear the unwillingness in Grand Academician Wei's heart and empathized with him, yet he did not know how to comfort the old man.

Ye Qiu already knew who had written this calligraphy, but the guests present had no idea.

The sensation of having her magic power forcibly extracted brought sharp pain to Juvia, and she finally could not help letting out a miserable cry.

Natalie Szabo feigned elegance as she strolled down the blue stone steps, her wooden clogs making crisp tapping sounds. Although she was Romanian, she wore a pristine white kimono.

The next moment, Ye Qiu felt as if he had plunged into an ice cellar, as though he were being stared at by an ancient prehistoric beast, and a cold sweat instantly drenched his back.

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Now the old scholar was old and frail, unable to travel to the capital for the imperial examinations. With his lifelong ambition unfulfilled and harboring resentment, he had hanged himself within this ruined temple.

Since the mecha had not been activated, it made no sound. Consequently, various fierce beasts sprinting wildly within a dozen meters of it ignored this tall mecha, treating it merely as a large boulder.

Yang Chen was looked down upon; instead of taking the Corpse Soul Grass, he insisted on searching the four men for items like a beggar.

She glanced sideways at Han Siyou, who had his eyes closed in sleep, the corners of her lips turning upward. Reaching out, she turned off the light and lay down beside him.

Qin Zhenguo looked at Qin Xiqian's departing figure with eyes full of reluctance, but his strong personality prevented him from speaking.

Seeing Bier, Ye Zhen was somewhat surprised. She had thought that, given Lin's temperament, Bier would have been driven out of the estate long ago or dealt with quietly; she did not expect her to still remain in the second branch. However, judging by her complexion, life likely had not been easy for her.

She knew he meant for her to keep driving. Lin Xiaohuan nodded, her hands never loosening their grip on the steering wheel.

At this moment, the shed selling wine was crowded with people, all of whom had evidently come to have their fortunes told. The world of immortal cultivation was just like this; people trusted fate rather than themselves.

Calmness is a state, and contemplation is also a state. There is an inevitable connection between the two; once this connection complements each other to perfection, wise and decisive judgment emerges.

Hearing the word "money," Xia Yangyan also lost her reason. "Fine, you have money, right? Do you have one million?" Xia Yangyan did not know what came over her; she only wanted to mention a larger sum of money to strike a blow at this arrogant person's haughtiness—he had clearly bullied her, yet he acted as though she was throwing herself at him.

Since today was the final day of the provincial examinations, thousands of candidates were about to emerge from the examination halls. Consequently, along the way, there were exceptionally crowds of ordinary people welcoming the candidates back home and watching the excitement. The crowds were packed tight, and the carriages could not move an inch, the horses stamping their hooves on the spot with helpless neighs.

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