Chapter 62

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Qiuya took the mutton skewer, first gave a bite to Wu Junliang, then let Yaoyao take a bite, and saved the last part for herself.
Xiao Ting's attitude was very strange, and even Chu Yun's expression changed as she tugged at Xiao Ting's sleeve to signal her.
I wondered what the weather was like over there, and whether he had already grown accustomed to my absence. Just thinking about these things made my chest feel heavy.
After checking the attributes of this Poyang water ghost, I did not feel particularly surprised. After all, being able to kill a Tier 5 unit from the的风云 (Wind and Cloud) faction in a single blow meant its strength certainly could not be underestimated.
Originally, she had tried her best to ignore him, but he kept provoking her for no reason at all. If she endured him any longer, she would be a fool.
Looking at those excessively flattering, shameless, and passionately worded lines, Luosheng couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The aura of an Immortal Emperor around Luosheng already clearly revealed her identity. Although the Demonic God Guild had countless masters, it did not possess a single Immortal Emperor.
For some reason, my chest felt as if it had been struck heavily by something. From now on, I must protect her well.
Perhaps Xu Jianshe was humiliated because she had scratched his face, perhaps he actually harbored anger deep inside, or perhaps he truly realized how outrageous his wife's behavior was and felt completely disillusioned. He grabbed Zhao Hong by the hair as she kept rushing forward relentlessly, and with a strong heave, hurled her to the ground.
My face was long and rigidly cold. Only Manqi knew of my displeasure, while others could not detect any change in me, as such an expression was simply my usual state.
Immortal Fairy Chang'e felt the same way. Therefore, when she saw Wukong turning the Jade Rabbit over and over in his hands, her pretty face flushed red like a blazing fire. Her breath came like orchid fragrance, and her voice, soft as a mosquito's hum, sounded right beside Wukong's ear.
If it were anywhere else, he surely would have noticed anything appearing behind him, but here, he failed to detect even a rotting, foul corpse.
Once Xuanwu dared to harbor any disloyal thoughts, it would be ruthlessly strangled by this brand and completely annihilated.
Beiming Chen suddenly pulled her into his embrace, his chin resting right against her hair. He gently rubbed her soft hair with his chin, and the fragrance of her hair drifted into his nose, stirring up a flurry of turbulent thoughts.
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At that moment, Long Tong walked over. "Hey, why aren't you sleeping yet? What are you thinking about?" she asked, suddenly patting me on the shoulder and giving me a fright.
Looking toward Yunyan, who had dismounted from the divine bird's back and been ignored by everyone, his expression was still shrouded in mist.
Wukong gazed burning brightly at Cui Jue. Cui Jue frowned slightly; he possessed immense pride and a strong sense of utilitarianism. For the past several centuries, he had remained immersed in an infinite resentment toward Zhong Kui, while Zhong Kui was not the type of person willing to explain himself.
Thinking of Yunyan in the river of time, Feng Yuran's face bloomed with a warm and tender smile, and her heart grew warm as well.
Mu Qingqian ignited the ticket in her hand at the entrance, and the crimson flames danced continuously in the air.
As the Grand Elder and one of Leimu's old friends, Nicholas naturally had to step up to officiate the funeral.
"You are right," Lin Feng nodded and said, "The jade pendant should be a symbol of status, and furthermore, the word 'Gate' mentioned in the records must have some significance as well. Because of the jade pendant in my hand, many people have already died, and regarding this pendant, there really isn't much left worth discussing."
Lü Fei was stunned and turned to look at Fan Shuiqing; she truly had no idea what urgent matter needed dealing with right now.
Lu Ya and Gonggong were both astonished by this new layer of physical shell—something that had never happened before. After a brief thought, Lu Ya decided to call it the "Divine Heart."
Li Zhongshi furrowed his brows. He simply could not imagine such a matter arising at this critical juncture; it was entirely unexpected, instantly placing him in a passive position. Recent events made things feel somewhat incomprehensible.
Inside the inner courtyard of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, within a secret chamber, Huang Feihu and Huang Tianhua were seated impressively. Opposite them sat an old man in a purple robe with a square face, large ears, white hair and beard, yet his eyes were piercingly bright, radiating a sense of calm majesty.
"You, what could you possibly think of?! Every day you only know how to play around with fancy tricks! More foolish by the day! I had you assist Jumang, yet you lost the breathing soil; I had you capture Shun to interrogate him about the location of the breathing soil, and you... you brought me back a dead body!" the Eastern Emperor pointed at Shun's corpse on the ground and roared frantically.
In truth, including Tang Yani and Zhao Yueling, they had absolutely no concept of a national treasure. Saying a painting was a national treasure sometimes only made it seem pretty or ugly to them.
Murong Xue held the dragon-shaped pendant in one hand and the Yuexia jade pendant in the other, running over to Zhao Yueling and Tang Yani, chattering away as she taught them how to make the magical treasures recognize their master.
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A1 fired a continuous barrage at the propeller of the camera helicopter; hitting it with a missile or striking its fuel tank could easily cause it to explode in mid-air, and the falling debris might injure Tao Ye and the other person beneath the tree.
Ever since Baixue entered, for a long time, not a single human voice had been heard. Listening again to the four people carrying the sedan, their footsteps unconsciously grew lighter. It seemed that this place was truly extraordinary.
Chu Yunyi kissed her forehead, glanced at her once more, and said, "I will come to see you tomorrow." With that, he turned and strode out of the room without looking back.
Little did he know that the act of cutting off one's arm to survive, in his eyes, was not only a strategy to relieve her urgent crisis, but also a long-awaited journey.
Yet this morning at the breakfast table, Lu Jingyu seemed to have no appetite at all, merely tracing and doodling on the table with his fingers, though nobody knew what he was writing.
The conversation between the couple lacked any deep, lingering affection; instead, it was as formal as that of strangers, yet remarkably harmonious.
Regarding this question, Mofu felt she needed to go back and ask Luo Hun, the Young Sect Master, to understand a thing or two.
The man threw the fireball toward Long Ze with a pitching motion, and the latter tilted his head, narrowly dodging it.
Xu Zhihu emerged from the bathing room dressed in a cyan-green robe, his hair meticulously tied up and secured at the crown with a fine jade hairpin, looking cold, noble, and stern.
Hiding behind the large vat by the roadside, Ning Zhaozhao watched the figure approaching under the moonlight, her gaze gradually glazing over as she forgot why she even appeared here.
Lu Yunzheng acted as though he did not notice her pleading look. "I am not an unreasonable person either," he said, loosening his cuffs and signaling Qiao Nuo with his eyes to go over to President Chen.
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