Volume 1, Chapter 62: Burning Longing

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The moment their lips touched, Liu Qi's mind went completely blank.
A buzzing sound echoed in his head, and he stood frozen in place, as if stripped of all independent thought.
Meng Ke lightly pursed her lips, deep in thought... Yes, for someone who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, hearing or seeing matters of family and marriage always brought a touch of melancholy.
"Left Wing's Protection" Raft hurried over to support the grieving soul-consuming minotaur, while Meng Ke tightly grasped the minotaur's trembling hands, remaining speechless for a long time.
Miyamoto Mumu understood that Nangong Aoxue's failure to strike at this moment was still giving him a choice, but would Miyamoto Mumu dare to accept such a choice?
"I said I can see what she will look like when she grows old. Do you believe it?" Gu Hongfei looked down at the pool of still water, as if the face he longed to see could be reflected within it.
An alliance between the Mo School and Quicksand sounded like a bad joke at first, but with Zhang Liang leading the way, the entire situation changed completely.
The newly appointed Second Cauldron Master, Red Demon Tiger Zaxi, acted as an old acquaintance, pointing out the scenery along the way for everyone in the Lost Valley Alliance, chatting and laughing cheerfully. The other magnates from both sides also sought out companions, conversing at length, creating a very harmonious atmosphere without any noticeable stiffness or coldness.
At this point, Meng Tian felt somewhat helpless as well. The idea of building walls with corpses truly shocked him! But how was he to find the corpse of Fan Xiliang now?
Naturally, seeing Yun Gu did not surprise Lu Ran; she seemed to have anticipated her arrival, merely nodding slightly and glancing at the stack of documents on the desk.
Although Ren Wenqiu did not utter a word, his eyes already carried the edge of a blade. Gathering strength throughout his body, he gripped the hilt of his saber, looking ready to erupt at any moment.
Last night, Xue Pan had stubbornly refused to leave, squeezing into the bed with him and causing him considerable suffering. It would be best for him to throw a few more punches to let off some steam.
Therefore, not only could he not afford a falling-out with the group, but he also had to put on a polite facade, playing for time while waiting for the appearance of the Six-Color Flower.
She was entirely different from Qin Lian'ai's flamboyant allure; in her, I found another word—captivating charm. Yet, they shared one common trait: they were both fiercely overbearing.
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He rose early and returned late every day, completely immersing himself in those polite banquets while never uttering a single word about what had happened recently at the café. Then, during a banquet themed "Summarizing the First Half-Year Turnover of Major Enterprises," he inevitably crossed paths with Song Ming.
Kong Deshang's face turned alternately blue and pale, and he could no longer speak coherently: "Bulls***, you're making false accusations, I..." Aside from this single sentence, he could say nothing else.
You might not know, but regardless of whether you know or not, I will always... Perhaps you do not like promises, but I am willing to continue my approach, whether you like it or not.
In truth, Qin Shou did not know the exact number of years either, but judging by the scale of the previous fight, it shouldn't take ten years... If they really fought for ten years, the people of Chen Family Village probably wouldn't be able to hold out until then.
Qin Lian'ai and I stared in terror, wanting to rush out of the hospital room without a second thought, but the chaotic scene outside made normal movement utterly impossible.
After finishing another bowl of rice, Leneduo listened to the girl with pink clothes, pockmarks, and large moles speaking so considerately of her, and her mood suddenly improved a great deal.
Yet from behind, only his habitual laughter answered me, and I knew he would come. So I turned around and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Hehe... No, Chenmo is putting a lot of heart into this. You mustn't let down Chenmo's good intentions. Everyone has to have a large cup later!" I explained.
Over the past three days, Wan Feihong had been sitting cross-legged on the white jade platform within the Lingkong Realm, cultivating and adjusting himself to his absolute peak state.
Time flew by, and after a few more hours, Lu Feng finally walked out of the brownish-yellow land and arrived before a lush, verdant mountain.
Led by Chiyang Yanyao, the nine great demon god generals exchanged glances with one another, yet they did not make a move. This battle belonged to Chu Ling, and they would not intervene.
Seruvenia suddenly leaned forward and gently kissed Zhou Xingyun on the brow like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Lean against a big tree to enjoy the cool shade—this had been true through every dynasty, and Xue Ming was well aware of what a big tree behind him meant for a lazy person like him.
When Chu Ling was connecting the thirty-seventh profound pattern, a ripple appeared in his mental energy, causing all the previous connections to fail. Moreover, as if triggering a chain reaction, all the profound patterns he had painstakingly carved collapsed and dissipated.
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Thus, a speechless scene unfolded: Zhou Xingyun crazily unleashed "Phoenix Seeks Phoenix," charging at Wei Xuyue time and time again, sword stroke after sword stroke.
"Senior Brother Li Ji, your words make me very much look forward to seeing the corpses of the Deva Sect's core disciples," another disciple of the Tailing Sect said.
At this moment, Ye Wuxia, Lu Yinfeng, Pang Yuan, Tan Qianshuang, and the others were filled with a bone-chilling coldness.
Ye Luo was naturally well aware of this. After all, this was not the Samsara Realm. If it were in the Samsara Realm, every major faction possessed a population of at least tens of millions, and gathering a legion of several million was no difficult task.
Wang Ben took a deep breath. He remembered how the technical department deemed him unsuited for sprinting, believing his potential was already exhausted. Yet the coach before him had gambled his very career to forcefully ensure that he still possessed vast room for improvement.
Ever since a batch of veteran athletes retired from the Shandong Provincial Sports Administration Center's sprinting group prior to the National Games, a new batch of athletes had been recruited, and they had now been training for nearly two months.
Now that such a prime opportunity lay before him, if Nangong Wenthen failed to seize it, he would not be worthy of having lived for so many years. Therefore, he decisively proposed an alliance, tying the Nangong family to this chariot.
Three days later, Tang Shan and Yan Qingqing finally stepped into the territory of the Snow Demon Mountains. After Tang Shan concealed his strength and revealed the blood of the Holy Demon, he immediately attracted a vast gathering of fierce beasts, all of which were naturally slaughtered by Tang Shan in the end.
"Then you saved me purely because of my father's research results, right?" Li Xiyue continued to pursue the question.
She rejected all titles and enfeoffments, personally taught her younger brother's wife the management of household affairs, and retreated entirely behind the scenes.
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