Thirty thousand thirty.

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A convoy of several dozen vehicles escorted Wang Ying in grand procession back to the local police station.

There was no helping it. Zhang Ting had no choice but to confess everything, though he sensibly left out the night when Li Yingjun and Roland had nearly crossed paths.

After saying that, Lin Xiao logged out of the game. He still had to go out during the day to discuss a few matters with Lin Shi.

Helpless though they were, the dead could not be brought back to life, and the cause of death had to be made clear. Thus, the two of them clung stubbornly to that point, demanding that Shui Nian reveal Hong Ling’s cause of death. Otherwise, she would not be leaving today.

“This production already had an extremely acclaimed version more than a decade ago. Are you confident you can take on such an iconic role?”

“Nonsense!” At the thought of this, Yin Yin immediately spat and raised her icy eyes as she shouted, “What exactly are you trying to achieve by saying this on purpose? Where is this place, anyway? And who are you?” She had clearly been inside the room, entering her cocoon—so how could she have fallen off a cliff? And where in Hangzhou were there any cliffs?

A miraculous scene unfolded. The White Dawn Flower suddenly burst into dazzling radiance, and a transparent human figure visible to the naked eye flew gracefully from its center.

The battle between Lin Xiao and Wen Ding—One Sword had reached its fiercest stage. Both sides had already used most of their skills; the remaining ones were either restricted or being held back as killing moves.

Thanks to the dungeon videos Lin Xiao had released, there was far less warfare in the game. Most players were desperately leveling up, waiting to reach Level 90 so they could run dungeons and collect dungeon sets. Although they could obtain only dark-gold sets, they were still having the time of their lives.

Bao Yunhai swallowed his anger and took his leave. At the same time, Jiang Feng’s reputation was thoroughly established through this battle.

Xue Hao’s body trembled as he calmed the chaotic spiritual energy within him. Clenching his fists, he looked at Gongsun Ziyu. “Good!”

Gongsun Ziyu was equally forthright. Carrying an unmatched fighting spirit, he stared at Xue Hao, sprang toward him, and engaged him in battle.

“Senior Brother, let us call this round a draw and stop here, shall we?” At that very moment, the Great Emperor wielding emerald flames on the battle platform voluntarily halted. He clasped his fists and made his request.

Under Wang Zhenji’s lecherous, shamelessly suggestive stare, the enraged Garen gradually calmed down. His expression grew somewhat unnatural as he took two steps back, then nervously tightened his grip on the greatsword in his hand.

Most importantly, the special forces’ methods of combat and survival both emphasized concealment. Therefore, Lin Sen could only divide the troops into scattered units and have them fight independently. The moment they discovered a target, they would immediately regroup; after a successful ambush, they would withdraw at once. Yet, in order to prevent the British from defeating them one unit at a time, Lin Sen dared not spread his forces too thin.

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Martial Saint Ling Feng lowered his gaze, and Suihou Tianhuang immediately understood what he was thinking.

Today, Li An once again received a call from the Spring Festival Gala production team. With the New Year drawing closer by the day, the first review of every program for the gala had finally arrived.

Countless eyes were drawn over. The area had initially been covered in frost and was already extremely conspicuous; now, with explosions rumbling incessantly, the battle was far more intense than those on the other platforms.

A nearby town still echoed with bursts of chaotic gunfire. Every British colonial soldier and lackey unit that tried to block the advance of this force was crushed one after another by the African People’s Army.

“You’ve been attacking this whole time! Now it’s your turn to taste my power!” Yan Jun gave a sinister, mocking smile, though it was entirely concealed beneath his mask.

With the amplification of the formation, everyone’s combat strength had increased considerably. Fang Zhan in particular had been leading the way at the front and did not feel tired in the slightest.

Why wasn’t Du Feng going all out to fight for first place? With his strength, taking first should have been no problem.

Ah Huang snorted unhappily and looked around, seemingly searching for the “culprit” who had just caused him to fall.

Although what he had done was somewhat improper, he had helped her after all, so Park Hyo-min could hardly say anything. Besides, the fact that the man had actually listened to her and released Kim Seong-yong before leaving still left her with a strange feeling.

What the Heaven-Through Master did not know was that, among these disappointing disciples, Su Yuan was most concerned about Yun Zhongzi.

“Shangguan Fei, your happy days have only just begun. Are you really willing to let them end like this?” Qiu Xiao suddenly asked solemnly.

“Benefactor! Please accept Yao Bao’s obeisance! For saving my life, I will repay you by working like an ox or a horse, and even by weaving grass into a ring if necessary!” Yao Bao hurriedly knelt and bowed in gratitude.

“This is the Sand Spirit Pill our sandfolk use for cultivation. Once refined, it allows us sandfolk to enhance our innate strength and grow more powerful. This pill is suitable only for ordinary sandfolk like us and is of little use to human cultivators.” Abuja also explained from the side.

But at that moment, countless violet bolts of lightning suddenly exploded from within the ice, instantly blasting the restraints into pieces.

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Glancing to the side, they saw a man wearing a yellow funnel-shaped hat, draped in a yellow Buddhist robe, and adorned with a thick strand of prayer beads around his neck. His face was filled with fury as he charged in.

Everyone shouted over one another without pause, their words brimming with hostility and filling the atmosphere with oppressive tension.

The two bandits remained completely unaware of anything. They walked all the way to the designated spot and blew a whistle. Sure enough, moments later, two long vines descended.

Zhang Yang truly lived up to his reputation as the ace sprinter of Haicheng No. 1 High School. His start was extraordinarily powerful; his legs drove hard, and in an instant he had covered more than twenty meters.

I even blamed her for the reason our relationship had fallen apart and our love had disappeared, and I hated her fiercely because of it.

“Even if he turned into a stupid bird, would you still want him?” Li Yuheng had no idea what happiness after resurrection would look like.

At that moment, the Hundred-Howl Crying Ghost grew even more curious about the treasure on Qin Feng, while his desire to obtain it burned even more fiercely.

“Old Zhao, I know you’ve been in a foul mood lately. Zhang Tianyi tricked you out of the Jadewater Pearl, and you’re trying every possible way to get it back. But you can’t resort to a move like this. It really wouldn’t be fair to Old Li.” Sun Changqing also played the peacemaker and tried to persuade him.

Wang Qi lowered his head and glanced at her. With a gentle smile, he gave her such a warm look that she became utterly dazed.

She had come to make amends for the mistake May had committed. If Zhou Na refused to return to the Zhang family, it meant that she was unwilling to forgive the Xia family.

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