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Wang Dashan smiled awkwardly. Stone was becoming more and more enigmatic; even hooligans and thugs now addressed him as "Master Si." Facing the onslaught from the Howling Heart Sovereign, Chu Feng could only swiftly turn and retreat—he couldn’t afford to die at the hands of the Howling Heart Sovereign. Having served as the steward of the Lin family estate for many years, this was the first time he had encountered someone so audacious.

Because the scene elements were directly presented, fear was rampant and pulling at me relentlessly, and I found myself deeply immersed in it. As for the other classmates, He Bing was usually quiet and reserved, so they were merely acquaintances with him. They were surprised but not disdainful.

This time, the reconciliation between Chen Shi and me was genuine, not the usual perfunctory truce. He took a long leave from the record company to stay with me, and I had no classes or work obligations. I had thought that this search would likely yield no results, but since I was already here, leaving empty-handed felt unsatisfying.

In other words, the decision still rested with the other party. Since we were both waiting for the other's response to decide whether to fight or reconcile, why not just speak the truth? Upon hearing this, Samba and Deji exchanged glances and hung their heads in regret—they deeply regretted trusting Qin Yu.

Because within the sect, he seldom mingled with disciples, and if Lei Zhen and others wanted to find him, they wouldn’t send a letter in this manner—it felt somewhat strange. "Probably the place where the Great Demon’s right hand is sealed... but time is short; otherwise, a visit would be worthwhile," Liang Yu said calmly as he glanced into the dim distance.

At the sound, Yang Yue sat upright, lightly waving his palm fan; a gentle breeze stirred, slightly lowering the temperature inside the carriage. "I know a little... As the heir of the Supreme, naturally someone would remind him of related matters. But the decision was supposedly set decades later; it’s still too early to discuss now," Liang Yu said淡淡地.

Chairman Shui Tou: Damn it, what’s wrong? Kitty told big brother, and big brother will seek revenge for you.

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"Have a good chat," said Changsheng as he sped toward a spiritual field. This field was the lowest tier—third-grade spiritual plants—in the entire Hundred Herbs space, with dozens of acres of passion fruit planted.

However, these people were not here to buy vegetables; they were bosses from Jianghai or nearby provinces and cities. Even a small batch could cost tens of thousands, far beyond what ordinary people could afford.

Even he was far behind, as Chen Jiji’s simulated exam score ranked only sixty-eighth in the school.

They also announced their cooperation online to let everyone know their plan.

Just then, the long-dormant desolate gourd violently trembled, instantly enveloped by a scorching light. Under Li Shaofan’s horrified gaze, two streams of primordial purple energy were forced out, gradually dissipating under the heat.

Avans approached Durad and saw Wei Ye, You Ya, and others. Although Avans didn’t know them personally, he knew that those who stood here had high status. From the powerful golden fighting energy just now, it was clear there was a golden warrior present!

In the court, everyone expressed their opinions loudly for an hour. Now, several ministers and the head of the Agriculture and Forestry Department were summoned again to the Taihe Palace.

The deputy director said the city had made a final decision: to give these cadres a conclusion and a psychological reassurance. They must not let them be anxious all day, lest it affect their work.

You Tian was in a lively conversation with Princess Xinling when suddenly the cry of a dark dragon startled him.

Whether from history or current reality, the elves’ nature destined them never to be masters of Oslo; rather, they seemed like a reclusive people living in a secluded utopia.

“It’s so late, do you have something to say?” Xiao Han was a bit puzzled hearing Chen Hu’s voice. Everyone close to him knew it was best not to call late at night; otherwise, the health doctor would scold him.

The royal guards were stunned upon seeing it, then suddenly remembered something and started shouting wildly, waving their blades frantically.

Tongtian was terrified inside. His gaze followed the direction of the Immortal-Slaying Sword and saw the object ejected by Wu Thirteen solidifying, colors shifting—it was unmistakably a white chisel.

On the way back, Liu Guangdou chuckled more and more, finally bursting into laughter, leaving those around him puzzled.

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Fortunately, Miss Qiao, recalling old feelings, was not afraid of Lady Lu’s behind-the-back cursing and took Feifei into her room.

After Xiao Yunfei got out of bed, he spoke briefly with Liu Qing before leaving. How could there be gunshots in such a peaceful village? Was the Su family sending assassins? Or was there another reason?

“Bang!” Wang Zhongyong took the opponent’s strike hard, stepped back three paces with a shuffle, swaying his body. The opponent followed swiftly like the wind, a fist aimed at his face.

Zhang Donghai began to seriously roast the meat, occasionally slicing the lamb with a Tang sword to help the spices and sauce penetrate better, enhancing the flavor.

One minute before school ended, three police cars roared up. Wei Lanying stepped out, followed by more than ten fully armed police officers, their eyes scanning all the vehicles parked at No. 1 High School.

Just as Tang Feng was lost in thought, the policeman cast him a resentful glance again. Tang Feng’s stomach churned with waves of nausea, hastily turning his head—turns out this cop had questionable preferences.

“All right! Thank you!” Xiao Yunfei smiled. Seeing colleagues from the General Affairs Department reminded him of last night’s wild 3P with Liu Tingting, filling him with a man’s pride, happiness, and guilt.

He believed he would never betray his teacher; he simply didn’t have the time for betrayal. He only had the chance to be “betrayed” by others. He knew it was nearing the end.

The snow lion’s tracks had long been covered by snow, leaving no trace. The vast world was pure white as far as the eye could see. Lin Yumeng tightened her cloak around herself and hurried on, stepping unevenly.

Zi Xuan rested for a while; her complexion improved somewhat. She quickly took out healing pills from her spatial ring to distribute to the disciples of the Purple Garment Sect. These were elite disciples of the sect, and Zi Xuan would not lightly give up on them unless absolutely necessary.