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“Then let me ask for one guarantee from you first: if Ho Ji-Tang ever brings you any danger, even just once, I will resolutely oppose him to the end!” Lu Siyue laid down his bottom line.

She hurriedly stepped back, only then realizing that her skirt had caught fire, the flames already reaching her waist. This was her favorite dress! Xuan Yi was so furious she was stunned.

Though she didn’t understand, she knew the preciousness of this water. Wu Feng, as if it were a treasure, tucked the water bag in her chest and continued on their journey.

So Zi Yao had no better way to resolve matters quickly. The more she fought Mu Jin, the greater her hatred and power seemed to grow. She saw the black vines climbing up Mu Jin’s cheek, and only then did Zi Yao realize the truth.

Qi Shaofan snapped out of his fright and quickly hugged him back. At such close range, seeing his face so pale and his lips trembling as if he were on the verge of death, she anxiously reached out to touch the wound on his back, but feared hurting him further. Her hand hovered awkwardly in the air, not knowing what to do.

“This direction, the next shot should be here.” Liu Mengyao pointed to a nearby screen. Then, two screens appeared before the three of them. As Guo Yanxi moved in the video, the cameras tracked her every move.

“I’ll try my best.” Lu Siyue, ever the straightforward man, would not make promises he couldn’t guarantee.

Shao Yi did not reply. His long sleeves flicked, and the scattered dragon scales and frozen blood on the ground were instantly devoured by the ghostly blue flames of destruction.

He couldn’t understand why. Given the tranquil conditions, any private doctor could have been hired—why him, someone who had made mistakes?

On the other end of the video, Yu Yiye wore a gentle smile, appearing kind and reassuring, which made Xu Baiyu relax.

The Everlasting Way of Daoist Sovereign allowed darkness in Lei Ze to display the cycle of day, dusk, and night. The golden staff smashed into her arm, breaking the illusion of time and releasing Yinglong.

One noon, an unfamiliar number rang Han Ke’s phone. When he answered, it turned out to be Du Chaohui, the boss of Lihui. He invited Han Ke to meet that afternoon, and Han Ke agreed without much thought.

In the cultivation chamber, Xintian Xun calmed himself, took a deep breath, and directly pulled out ten Five Element spirit stones to absorb them with full effort.

“Alright then! Changqing, remember this: no matter what, your brother will always stand by your side.” I said.

As the three talked, they kept an eye on the arena. The sword wielder leaped up and slashed fiercely, breaking the spear in half. The gleaming blade stopped just half an inch from the opponent’s throat. The outcome was clear; next came the second match of the fifth arena.

Three invisible waves of mental power, like three unseen giant blades, slashed into the minds of the sleeping three-headed demon hounds, causing unbearable pain that finally jolted them awake, sending their mournful cries echoing through the skies.

“Kill him!” A weak yet resolute voice suddenly sounded in Lin Liang’s mind.

Moreover, because the Soul-Nourishing Array had been broken, the spiritual energy that once sustained it was now all flooding back into the canyon. While it couldn’t last long, for now, the spiritual energy concentration in Wolf Blade Canyon surpassed that of Tiger Head’s base.

Unknowingly, Lin Liang and Huang Xuxu had arrived at the deepest part of the wild forest. Staring at the peculiar tree hollow before them, Lin Liang glanced at her. After receiving a confirming nod, he took a deep breath, stepped inside, and Huang Xuxu followed closely.

The Wild Avatar, whether using its giant tail, hooves, or even spiritual attacks, could not touch the Night Avatar at all, becoming nothing but a passive target for relentless assaults.

“If I wanted to kill her, I would’ve done it long ago—why wait until today? Besides, if I truly meant her harm, I wouldn’t openly come back and let you know.” Yan Xiangnuan’s tone was blunt and cold, her words direct.

“Boss! Something terrible has happened!” As Chu Ye agreed, Li Fei’s mood brightened and she started chatting, when Mo Ping’s terrified voice came from ahead.

Zhan Tianye stared at her rosy lips, Adam’s apple bobbing, and with a powerful pull of his arm, he pressed Qiao Chu into the sofa before she could react and kissed her fiercely.

As for feeding the chickens, Yang Yuwei would never let her gentle, water-like sister enter the coop. She volunteered to go herself.

“What!” Hearing Shangguan Ying’s words, Nangong Wanting’s face immediately twisted in anger.

Fortunately, this was just a struggle between the Crown Prince and the Third Prince—it hadn’t reached the point of life or death. For those who remained neutral, this was the safest stance.

After a moment, Yang Yuwei realized this grass looked exactly like the ginseng her father had described.

Qiao Chu didn’t understand what Zhan Tianye meant by his words. She wanted to probe deeper, but lacked the ability.

Although Nalan Mosen was king, that didn’t mean he was entirely self-centered, disregarding others’ feelings.

Watching her hit Ye Wanwan, he naturally assumed: the fiercer the beating, the deeper the love.

At this moment, fifty miles east of the city gate, in the forest of Qingxi Peak, Ming Lie held a jug of wine atop the highest paulownia tree, laughing with pride.

Seeing the wish written on the river lanterns felt as if the most precious, hidden corner of her heart was laid bare before others, leaving Rose flustered and helpless.

Sure enough, before the black iron even hit the ground, it was drawn to the central mechanism, fitting perfectly with a click, not missing a beat.