Volume One: Main Text - Chapter 35: What happened to your voice?

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This was the first time since transmigrating into this world—across two lifetimes—that Wei Qingyun had let go of the hatred, inferiority, depression, madness, and other negative emotions in his heart to slowly observe this world. He looked at this ordinary world, and everything around him felt as fresh as it had been when he first arrived.

"Sect Leader Du, please stand and speak." There were too many people kneeling for Wei Qingyun to help them up one by one, so he could only speak to Du Ruo.

After saying this, ignoring the reaction of Daoist Night Owl, Zhao Qinglong and the others immediately headed toward the Huo family residence.

On the other end of the phone, Tong Guan had only one thing to say: he told Yu Xing to go to the office of the Police Commissioner of the Hong Kong Island Regional Headquarters.

Although Dongfang Ming was ruthless in his methods, he was, after all, a hero of his generation. If he were truly to fall tomorrow, Huo Yuanzhen felt a sense of melancholy in his heart.

Bai Minghe pulled the military officer up: "Listen to me. I know that the Chaozhou Garrison hasn't made any profit from these few business ventures." The people in charge of such matters at the Chaozhou Garrison understood exactly what Bai Minghe meant when he said they hadn't made any money.

Bai Minghe kept reflecting on these words. He had originally considered letting the imperial clan handle the glass business, but now that he thought about it, these people would surely be uncontrollable in the future. Even if they made a lot of money, they might not hand it over to him, and they could sell the glass privately without recording it—and there would be no way to investigate.

This strike was truly formidable. Once unleashed, it was like a blazing sun soaring into the sky, overbearing and unparalleled. A simple palm contained millions of variations, all integrated into the Great Luo Laws, which embodied the profound mysteries of both fire and yang.

Bergomi and Benitez, standing to the side, deeply felt Yang Cheng’s confidence and were filled with admiration.

"How is this possible?!" A sixth-level Martial King finally let out an exclamation. Watching Xiang Fei, who had been slapped half-dead on the ground, the two of them retreated a step in unison.

As long as the commotion grew larger and larger, combined with Song Jiang's single-minded desire to enter the imperial court, the matter of amnesty would surely succeed.

Chen Ningxi understood He Yunyi; he had been exceptionally competitive back in school. Now, being suppressed and beaten in public, even being toyed with as he scrambled all over the court to save the ball, how could he swallow this insult? He would never admit defeat.

The sudden, intense heat ignited the blood throughout Tang Yiling’s entire body. Unlike the low-pressure boiling that occurs in a vacuum, the temperature of Tang Yiling’s blood exceeded its boiling point in an instant.

They were all worried: with such a high bun and so many ornaments, what would they do if the bun came undone and the jewelry fell off?

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The research laboratory was located within Chu Ran’s territory, and it was a place of extreme importance; such a place could not be allowed to fail.

After Zhang Buran killed Beiming Jie, the "Ghost Dao Sect" collapsed, and the South Yu and North Zhang factions were naturally caught and thrown into prison.

Because they feared that this irritable dragon would lose control and cause irreparable harm, they did not prioritize protecting the common people.

Just as the sky was beginning to brighten, the two started working busily inside the house, making the final preparations before their departure.

Those who lived in the detached villas of Golden Bay were either wealthy or noble. Thinking back to the next sentence, it was clear they were dissatisfied with Lu Xingyan being assigned to the Operations Department.

Charge: The longer one charges while shooting, the greater the power of the bow and arrow, capable of unleashing up to double the attack damage.

The right palm of the Sin-Eater, which had previously vanished, reappeared and devoured the incoming black sword shadows.

He waved his hand, signaling the eunuchs to continue forward, while the shock and terror in his heart were no longer revealed on his face.

Because of this strike from Blue Horn, many dragon monsters were blown away by the airwave and fell from the sky.

Putting aside the combined attack techniques, everyone suddenly remembered something: when An'an entered the God's Punishment Land, she seemed to be just an ordinary person. She had practiced cultivation, but her foundation was extremely weak—she wasn't even a first-level cultivator. Yet, she was now a sixth-level cultivator, if not higher.

He remembered his high spirits at the start of the season. He had thought that the current Bucks were ready to charge toward a championship, or at least toward an Eastern Conference title, but reality slapped him in the face. A 32-point deficit felt so immense—it could simply be described as insurmountable.

"Since you've arrived, show yourself." Ning Fuchen’s voice was soft, but it resonated throughout the entire first-floor lobby.

The child's parents were stunned. They didn't react immediately, their eyes turning toward Zhao Mingqing; they didn't know what this young man did.

In the capital, winter nights fell early. By dusk, it was already pitch black. The snow that had been falling for several days had finally stopped, but the north wind still howled outside, cutting like a knife when it hit one's face.

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In Nuo’s earpiece came Gu Jinxin’s rhetorical question, a voice of one whose heart was dead beyond repair. His heart gave an involuntary twitch—if the heart was dead, was it her heart that had died?

Whoosh! Almost the instant Tai Zhan knelt on one knee, a bolt of black lightning streaked in from afar, followed by a dark, dense mass like a vast, black cloud.

Leng Bing’er used her phone to call Leng Yue. Leng Yue answered, but she was no longer the subordinate she once was to Leng Bing’er.

Because both of them—including Liu Zifeng himself—knew very well that this was an impossible task. They could only suffer this loss in silence.

If it weren't for the hotel security blocking them, many of them would likely have stormed into the hotel.

Half a year ago, the name Leng Feng rang throughout the Holy City. Lu Xixi, who was under house arrest, was astonished; after inquiring through various channels, she concluded that Leng Feng was Shen Chao.

"Fortunately, this person is not the type to seek revenge for the slightest grievance, otherwise, we would have lost our lives..." Old Ancestor Taicang heaved a long sigh of relief.

From the very beginning, this had been his goal. At the exit of the Ancient Land of God's War, he had buried countless forces of destruction, intending to annihilate these alien demons, not merely to stop them from leaving.

"Father, the Emperor has spoken, so we shall do as he says!" Lan Yishuang now felt full of confidence and respect for Lin Yi.

They were all veteran gamblers! Having lingered in the gambling dens for who knows how long, although they could occasionally earn some points, they lost far more than they won.

Ke Qingqing hugged her arms tightly, yet still felt incredibly cold, her teeth chattering uncontrollably, clicking incessantly.

"What... three bullets. Wait a minute, I think I've heard of this tattoo somewhere," Nadu raised his head, as if trying to recall something, and suddenly his eyes widened.