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The smile on the second uncle’s face froze abruptly, and he couldn't help but stomp his feet and curse. Unfortunately, Yang Tianxi could no longer hear him; he was already skipping away to set sail for his long journey.

Seeing her appear, Qin Bu-er had the urge to take off his shoe and smack it right across her face.

Wanqing felt a pang of pain in her heart at the mention of the name "Old Madam Qiao," and her eyes grew hot. This indescribable feeling was truly agonizing.

Needless to say, there was definitely something wrong with this house. I went around to the window on the other side. The curtains were drawn, making it impossible to see anything, and there were burglar bars on the outside. Affixed to these bars were yellow paper talismans, and several strings of Five Emperors coins hung from them.

They entered the theater a few minutes before the film began. It was a romance movie, and almost everyone else there was in a couple.

He had strong feelings for her, but he also knew her status as Mu Yihan’s wife, which meant he had no hope.

"Look at our son; so many years have passed, and he’s still the same," Mother Qin said, hanging up the phone with a heavy sigh.

The figure on the side of the road was also wearing a mask. I really don't get it—is this some kind of trend? Why is everyone wearing a mask to go about their business? Has human society been conquered by masks? Do they feel insecure without one?

Director Wang was still exchanging pleasantries, but Wanqing was already growing weary. Leaving halfway would seem disrespectful, and besides, her mind was still preoccupied with that plot of land in the south of the city.

Ever since Luo Zhengdao abruptly woke up on the brigantine *Chao Yong*, he had experienced a series of events, including a goblin raid and the arrival of the High Elf fleet. He had no time to carefully recall exactly what had happened before his soul transmigrated.

Complicated and anxious, yet these were all futile efforts. Xun’er could only stand there helplessly, watching Xiao Yan kneeling in the mountains.

Shinji and the other three trainers arrived at New Island, but it was currently surrounded by a storm. Everyone used their own unique abilities to charge into the gale, eventually succeeding in landing on the island.

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Before Xiao Yan could finish speaking, Nalan Yanran interrupted, "I will deliver it to him safe and sound." Watching Nalan Yanran adjust her hair, Xiao Yan shook his head.

Chaos surged, and within the primordial mist, vast energy seemed to suddenly begin to condense. Then, in the silent void, a sudden, abrupt, and low rumble of thunder echoed.

"Why does it keep roaring?" the Blood Wolf asked the Mantis. The two beasts were two hundred meters away from the White Tiger, unafraid of a sudden attack.

Transformed into its true form, the Huodou gulped, swallowing the illusory Zui Xiaoyao. Zui Xiaoyao dared not collide with it, fearing he would be consumed by the creature's massive maw, and hurriedly resisted the immense suction force of the beast's mouth.

The armor on her body slowly dimmed, replaced by a flowing blue dress.

Long Zhi suddenly looked up at that moment. He certainly wouldn't let Liu Yu gather his strength so easily. With a flash, he bolted forward and appeared directly in front of Liu Yu.

Looking at Zhou Tian, Lin Peixin smiled gently, his voice as soft as a spring breeze.

Such immense resentment rose to the heavens, even attracting lightning to strike repeatedly. Unfortunately, the village seemed to be an anomalous place where space was distorted, causing the lightning to find no target, striking wildly to no effect, leaving the village completely unscathed.

Although Leon didn't seem to care much for Grey, he still answered most of his questions properly.

Watching the cracks left on the instrument and the data slowly projecting onto the ground, Fräulein had Yui help fix the new "AIM Diffusion Field" while restraining her own "voice."

In the independent world, Liu Wuchen was slightly surprised to hear the news. He hadn't expected that after preparing for so long, the alien race would actually descend with a Great Emperor.

"Senior Sister, is it done? Is everything alright now?" Fang Qiu asked anxiously, while Gong Yeyou and Yan Qi kept glancing at Hua Jiu.

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Young Master Wan walked just a few steps into the black light array prepared for him by the mysterious guardian, ready for another teleportation. Despite the dimness of the place, the black light of the array was different from ordinary darkness. Jun Yan could watch Young Master Wan step inside and then vanish.

But now, having turned the power of reversal to her own use and possessing the body of a "Star Spirit," she had been reborn.

Besides, it wasn't as if he hadn't tried talking to Xia Shiguang. Last time, because of this very issue, Lu Yinxi had gotten into a fight with Xia Shiguang, and he was so angry that he developed a blister on his lip the next day.

Because as soon as Ximen Chuixue stepped onto the sandy road of Huangshi Town, the firework in his hand let out a "whoosh" and flew high into the sky above the town.

It was just that Jun Buhuan never mentioned her past in Red Leaf Valley, so Hua Jiu didn't know when he was born or when he had joined the valley.

Shockwaves radiated from the center of the explosion, and the endless, surging force shattered the air, compressing the currents into gales that battered the surroundings. Because both had reservations, they fought in the void nearly ten thousand zhang high, making it difficult to cause damage to the ground below.

Zhen'er tidied up, and Li Malu delivered breakfast. Xue Pan smiled and said, "Many thanks." After eating, Li Malu escorted Xue Pan out of the Shenwu Gate. Outside, the carriage was already prepared.

Ye Jinghong shook his head gently and immediately spoke to Wang Hu about the current situation in the Eastern Continent, mentioning what Zheng Bin was doing now.

"Martial arts are flourishing among the people now. Because of the atmosphere in the pugilistic world and the establishment of the Spirit Martial Academy by the Jinxiu Dynasty, many people have a sense of awe toward mutants. What are your thoughts on this?" Guan Yujiao glanced at an object not far away, unsure of Lin Lei's perspective.