“We can be considered on the same side after all, so could you stop always keeping things hidden? What other good things do you actually have in this mindscape world of yours? Bring them all out and let me have a look!” Houtu urged earnestly, but Wei Yuan merely looked at her with a smile. Looking out from the top floor of the grand hall, there was nothing to see but a vast expanse of immortal mist. Even though Houtu was an Immortal Lord, she could not break through the isolation within Wei Yuan's mindscape world.
“It is utterly barren here; we should talk about serious business instead. This—”
Vegapunk was right. If he chose to run away, Fish-Man Island might not suffer, but they would be in serious trouble.
In the Marquis Qin Mansion, Qin Xuanmo had not gone to sleep. By his feet was the already sleeping Da Bai. Gazing at the moonlight, no one knew what he was thinking.
To be casually pulled in by Cao Qingyuan as a stepping stone only went to show just how little presence and influence Wang Huanhuan had.
Fang Yunchen felt as if his neck were clamped tightly by a pair of invisible iron pincers, leaving him scarcely able to breathe.
For him, at his age in this life, ten years was just right; using it to ground himself in the Uchiha clan and develop quietly on the down-low was the exact duration he wanted most.
Of the six items found this time, only this tray lacked collectible value, so Zheng Jing decided to sell it right here.
Ye Fan looked toward the city gate and saw three large characters carved above it: “Fuyun City.” Beneath the gate, two armored soldiers stood guard.
The Duel Covenant was merely a trap. While it appeared to allow one to command aberrant demons at will, the aberrant demon was actually using this very covenant to steadily corrupt its master. The Beacon Federation had a demon-hunting faction that commanded aberrant demons, but they kept them sealed beneath layer upon layer under normal circumstances, not daring to unleash them unless left with no alternative.
Seeing that Zheng Jing genuinely intended to give it to them, Aruka decided to save the best cuts of the wild boar they had just hunted for him when it came time to eat.
The two of them were magistrates of their region as well, but only because they served here in Huai'an City, they were suppressed on all fronts, with both the Director-General of Water Transport and the Earl of Linqing hanging over their heads—truly struggling to survive in the cracks.
They were somewhat wary of Gu Qingyu, knowing full well that they were merely stepping stones sent by Third Master to test the waters.
No one could have imagined that Liu Yu not only successfully predicted the existence and location of the other-dimensional generator, but also dared to take the offensive when the enemy was twenty levels higher than him.
Hearing this, Tao Yingxue sneered. Why had this person turned into a smiling tiger today? Although one does not strike a smiling face, an uncalled-for display of attentiveness meant ill intentions—either treachery or theft.
For some reason, Tao Yingxue's aura seemed to have grown much more formidable; upon hearing her words, one's heart instantly began racing.
And this was also a concern among the major sects; otherwise, those who found them an eyesore would likely have made a move long ago.
Before long, ghostly qi surged and roiled, and a dragon once again appeared safe and sound before everyone's eyes.
Su Qingjiu felt that all of this was only natural. What was wrong with nourishing the sword-reflecting talismans for Brother Lin Zhao? Besides, these talismans would be able to protect Brother Lin Zhao in the future.
Earlier, having heard that Xuan Fuxia had brought people here, the Old Matron had come hurrying over with eager anticipation.
Unlike the others from Flying Eagle Stronghold, he spoke very politely—not like a gang boss, but rather like an ordinary elderly merchant.
Rain or shine, that professor only ever came in the afternoon—or more precisely, toward dusk—and by the time the tutoring session ended, it would just happen to be dinner time.
Starting from the first page, the transactions were records from two years ago, meaning the information in this booklet comprised the transaction ledgers of the past two years.
One look at that attire revealed it was none other than the person who had beaten them up that night and snatched that girl named Lin Xinmin from their clutches!
Kassandi listened to her less-than-fluent Arabic, but as long as she spoke slowly, he could still understand her meaning.
The Shanmen Sect was established atop a green mountain thousands of zhang high, verdant and brimming with a serene, peaceful ambiance. A plain and simple plaque hung halfway up the mountain outside an old-fashioned courtyard compound; in one of its rooms, several white-haired, white-bearded elders gazed toward a direction hundreds of li away.
“You haven't treated my brothers yet, and you expect me to give you the wound medicine first?” Commander Lin feared that once he gave her the medicine, she would refuse to save his brothers.
By now, the magic treasure blood saber had slipped from Lin Hanlong's grip, leaving him without a weapon to fend off Huangfu Yun's assault; though he fought with all his might, he still failed to dodge in time.
Gu Xiran did not refuse this. After all, her car had been rammed several times by that minivan, and her arm felt somewhat numb right now, while even her waist felt uncomfortable—she had likely suffered an injury somewhere.
It turned out they had just returned from the banquet. Of course, at this banquet hosted for distinguished guests, Feng Guang and her three senior brothers had not made an appearance; the Xia Dynasty never required this younger generation to participate in social functions of the martial world.
When Tang Shan and his companions arrived and saw the gate—originally sealed with official strips—it had already been forced open, and the officials guarding the door had died gruesome deaths right at the entrance.
After smoothly switching horses shortly thereafter, the three of them wasted no time and headed straight for the east gate through the streets and alleys.
“It's fine. I just called my dad, so you can get off work early today,” Liang Huan said to her, his voice brimming with laughter.
In fact, his earphones were right in his pocket, but the girl didn't know that and casually handed him the earphone she had taken off.
With the dagger revealed at the end of the unrolled scroll, life and death were staked on a single move. Lu Buping glared coldly at Ye Xingge, his inner power pushed to its absolute peak.
On the other side, from the intact palace that had not been attacked by Chonglou, a blue figure came running out.
Lan Linlin was somewhat bewildered. Tang Shan had practically seized control of the jade business in Jianghuai, along with the jewelry; with a figure like Old Master Fan backing him, who would dare touch his slice of the pie?
Notice of Absence.
Down with a high fever from tooth pain and inflammation today; taking one day off.
And now, tomorrow's meeting practically placed his fate and that of the victimized teachers and students into the hands of someone who held an old grudge against him.
“Then you still let them go?!” Prime Minister Turtle blurted out instinctively, his eyes filled with anger and his tone rife with reproach and blame.
Yet Yizhu knew he must be furious right now. She told herself not to provoke him, but she wanted even less to remain entangled with him, so she took several steps back. Unexpectedly, he strode forward in pursuit, pressing her right against the palace wall.
Yet upon hearing that the old man of the Huangmei rains—who was no longer listening to frogs and playing chess by the grassy pond—intended to lead the yellow ox away, Shijieyu grew anxious.
This fire had broken out very suddenly and strangely. According to Murong Xi, when he rushed in to save people, he caught a strong whiff of sesame oil. This was clearly an act of intentional arson.
Especially with strength in numbers, many saw how large their own side was and knew the Huang and Chen families would not dare do anything to them, boldly voicing their support for the Yang family.
With that, under Kuiyin's gaze, he pulled a metal helmet fitted with a yellowish-brown crystal visor from his space and placed it onto his head.
Yet Lin Zifu's words made her reflect upon herself: was it because she was too weak that Cao Bing had become all the more brazen?
After injuries took a toll on his competitive form, Carter changed his playing style, going from a high-altitude bomber straight into an old truck. In order to stay on the court, he trained himself in his thirties into a three-point shooter, and later developed formidable defensive capabilities.
Her chest ached whenever she thought of Li Qiuju now—how had she ever provoked such a troublemaker?
Princess Pingyang's words made Zhou Huan's back break out in a slight sweat—not because she was wrong, but because she was all too right.
He Ping stood there, his chest feeling faintly tight. Having taken a punch to the chest from Thanos, he had not fully recovered even now, to the point that whenever he breathed, the air traveling through his nasal passages down into his lungs brought a prickle of pain.
Lu Chengmo watched the two of them for a moment before finally pulling his gaze away slowly to resume fiddling with the Rubik's cube in his hands.
Chu Di fixed his glare intently on that Han man, shouting loudly as he raised his blade and charged forward.
She barely regained consciousness, and looking up, she saw He Ping standing before her. Startled, she instinctively moved to unleash scarlet magic to control He Ping.
Besides having Xiao practice diligently, ever since breaking through in Afterlife, He Ping seemed to have experienced an epiphany, the sword intent throughout his body growing increasingly condensed.
The battlefield situation reversed in an instant. The bald man ranked among the lower-middle tier of Legends; ten more of him would still be no match for the Hekatonkheires, and he knew it all too well.
On the surface, he was begging for mercy, but in truth he was secretly giving Old Jin an order via telepathic communication to leave immediately.
A dense volley of arrows poured down like a torrential rain toward the Xiongnu cavalry, throwing men and horses into disarray in an instant. In an era before stirrups had even appeared, these Xiongnu riders would practically tumble from their horses if grazed by an arrow, their fates unknown.
Xingtong cast a grateful glance at Qing Yu, but catching sight of Lou Junyao's dark, brooding gaze, she shuddered and ran off after them as well.
The three police officers exchanged looks, sensing that they could not converse with Yang Xudong in an ordinary manner. Yang Xudong seemed to anticipate their every word; if they stuck to a standard interrogation, the police would never get the information they wanted.
Slender, fair legs and a black cotton pencil skirt traced a sultry, captivating curve above her thighs; Ren Yingying, walking toward him, was actually wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, exuding the poised, mature charm of an older sister figure.
Seeing Yang Xudong so agitated, Wan He was entirely in the dark, unable to make head or tail of it. He had no idea why Yang Xudong would be so excited; it was merely a phone call, yet it had gotten him so thrilled.
However, prolonged combat had long since ingrained instinctive reactions in Tang Fei, so when facing an attack, his immediate response remained either dodging or counterattacking.
According to Yang Xudong's judgment, the reason Tang Qianqian was so generous this time was very simple: she wanted to give him a taste of sweetness first to make him let his guard down, after which it would be easier for her to strike.
If it was magecraft cast by a human magus, even high thaumaturgy spanning several verses would hardly harm Saber, let alone someone like Tsukahara Meishi; this condition was the most baffling of them all.
Fenrir still did not stop, bearing down with all his might on his claws, determined not to rest until he smashed that damned golden platter to pieces.
“That is impossible. We can only provide you with certain things related to this inheritance,” the Demon powerhouse said earnestly.
After the gunpowder workshop was established, all of Chang'an knew there was a restricted military zone within Chang'an City, and Li Yin naturally knew it as well.
“Don't move recklessly. It is of my dragon bloodline, and I ought to help it, but having only just ascended to a high-ranking dragon, its intellect has not yet awakened. For now, it is merely a savage dragon. I must seal it, and I hope it will not blame me in the future,” Dongfang Qian murmured to herself, as if also confiding in the golden dragon in the sky.
Yet she suddenly burst into tears. He knew she was weeping, crying her heart out; he saw her leaning into Yuchi Lin's embrace, her trembling shoulders betraying her sorrow.
A-Si had a temper too. Taking advantage of the moment their bodies crossed, he leaned over the railing and bellowed down with glaring eyes and raised brows, “Who says I'm not putting in effort? Can't you see my voice is hoarse?” This was no lie—his injuries had not fully healed to begin with, and now his shouting had left him raspy and hoarse.
Zhu Qiming reined in his fury and closed his eyes in contemplation. He had to dismantle the wishful calculations of that bunch of veteran ministers and make the Empress Dowager, who still harbored illusions, snap back to her senses at once.
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