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Wang Xingyi’s face turned ashen. Having gone from being evenly matched with Li Tao to being suppressed step by step, he had never understood what he did wrong. Now, he finally understood: it was a lack of foresight.

Near noon, the dandelion-like floating petals drifted over the outskirts of the Imperial Capital. Di Chongxiao leaped down with Lingling. The Hundred Flower sisters waved goodbye, maneuvering their soul vessel toward Tianwei Huafang City.

Mingguang Qiangwei sighed at Di Chongxiao, implying that he should be prepared; when Aunt Lin was unhappy, her sharp tongue was truly formidable.

Recalling this only made things worse. Zhu Hongyu, who for the first time in her life had been held tightly by a man, turned even more ferocious. She conjured a fire staff and unleashed another round of beating before finally stopping.

Yan Yun nodded, walked to the window after speaking, and began tossing pieces of metal he had dissolved from the windowsill down below, as if playing a game.

Di Chongxiao smiled slightly. Using his Flowing Lightning divine skill, he brought the Hundred Flower sisters, who were intending to slip away, to his side to watch, and led Baima into the inner room.

The experts of the Wuji Sect, forced into retreat, had established an incredibly fortified city on the second level. For thousands of years, the people of the Wuji Sect had sworn to defend that massive city to the death.

Thus, these authors, while holding an attitude of admiration, discussed and gave Yi Shi Mili the title of "King of Updates."

The other body also awoke, propping its head with a hand, watching the man dress while emitting a lazy voice.

The Yellow Turban infantry left behind were even more frustrated; they were only there to be beaten. When the Yellow Turban leaders organized their troops to charge at the enemy archers, the enemy would simply mount their horses and ride away. How could foot soldiers on two legs ever catch up to cavalry on four? They had no choice but to stop.

Shen Guyuan stood at the bathroom door, looking at Chi Yu, whose face remained haggard in the mirror, her slightly hoarse voice still echoing in his ears.

Although She Taijun was very dissatisfied with Cao Bin due to the matter of Yang Bajie, she yielded slightly when it came to national affairs and Pan Renmei.

"I wanted to ask you, when the time comes, can you please not tell Su Yingxue that it was Chi Yu who swapped the water? Su Yingxue is insane; I'm afraid she will retaliate against Chi Yu once she gets out."

The wind had picked up? It was clearly air as stagnant as a solid, so why could it still stir up a wind? Zeng Tairan did not ponder this, for all his attention was drawn to the sedan chair whose front curtain had been lifted by the breeze.

All the parking spaces in this section had been bought by Bo Muxu, and cars were parked here so that Ye Jinliang could use them whenever she needed.

Originally, all the military officers involved in the incident had their titles reduced by three ranks, which gave him a sliver of comfort—at least he wasn't the only one suffering.

After a long while, Yi Yang rolled off the floor. Taking a deep breath, he forced his trembling hands to steady themselves and stepped inside.

No one knows if the person next to you is an owl, or even if you yourself can be certain that you are not one.

It seemed that the vast Black Tiger Alliance was merely a pawn that could be discarded at any moment; throw it away, and it wouldn't be a pity at all.

The entire conference hall gradually filled up, the low murmurs of hundreds of people creating a scene of clamor.

However, if they knew that in a few more years, an even more terrifying Korean Wave would arrive, one wonders if they would regret their current numbness and lack of initiative.

Having sat in his office until 9:40, He Gang walked into the conference room triumphantly. But when he saw Wan Zifeng, the representative of Longde Company, already seated with an expressionless face, his heart sank.

Liang Xiao did not advance; he stood his ground, raised his bow, and picked off the generals in the Minyue army. Within a hundred paces, he hit five or six out of ten; within seventy paces, seven or eight out of ten; and within fifty paces, he almost never missed, his targets falling at the sound of his bowstring.

Every city had its own circle of scholars, and almost all of them were independent, existing in a state of absolute competition! Within these circles, there were even rankings to promote and incentivize research! So, if those guys came over to show off, it was only natural.

"That's true." Zhang Yang chuckled. Indeed, besides movies, the Chi glasses could also be used for browsing the web, a price point everyone could accept, so it was no wonder the sales were so good.

The hideous faces, combined with the terrifying teeth revealed by their wide, gaping mouths, made the soldiers of the Karoma Dynasty shudder in unison.

Many people had once accused Haier of embezzling state assets, pointing the finger directly at Zhang Ruimin, but Zhang Ruimin ignored them entirely—the innocent remain innocent.

He had once learned blood control, and although this tiger’s blood was even more terrifying and uncontrollable, he had been familiarizing himself with it during that brief moment he used the power of space to hold it back! Familiarizing himself with this power! Familiarizing himself with the blood of this mysterious species! At the moment of its explosion, he finally mastered it.

With his reputation as the world's richest man, he had sent out invitations personally, so those car companies should come to attend.

But now, Yun Hao’s "Nine Suns Body Refining Technique" had reached the fourth level, and his resistance to the power of laws had increased accordingly. Thus, he circulated the fourth level of the technique, a layer of cyan spiritual light glowing on his body, and stepped by step, he climbed the Guanghan Tower against the immense pressure of the laws.

However, the current result was already quite good—certainly better than everyone being seduced to their deaths by the Demon Song.

Because they stood for long periods and walked quite a bit every day, their beautiful legs had become slender, soft, and supple, as if carved from white jade. Both visually and to the touch, they were of top-tier quality.

Suddenly, swarms of black flying insects rose from the Soul-Devouring Grass, dense and thick, flapping their wings as they flew rapidly toward the crowd.

Among them, the leader of the Moke clan bore the heaviest pressure, as he was the mysterious person who had secretly summoned the others earlier.

Zhao Tongtong also felt very distressed, wiping her tears as she said, "Cousin, my heart is in such a mess!" As she spoke, Zhao Tongtong threw herself into Lin Yanqiu's arms and began to cry as well.

Mo Chou-chou reached out and drew a virtual, pale-black scroll in front of him. In the center of the blank scroll, an exotic flower was slowly blooming. This was the Seven-Flame Flower.

The two guards were scared witless, and when they looked at the wild monk again, their eyes were filled with three parts fear.

"Well, I understand." He waved his hand casually. Yes, although Xiao Yu would be very reluctant if forced by others, if she could coordinate her own time for work, she would be very cooperative—this was something Ren understood to an extent.

"Counting those who died tragically and the brothers I won't mention, there are only five hundred left. It wouldn't be much more than that anyway. Sir, you..." The Spirit Wolf King looked bewildered.