Chapter 43: Detailed Polish, Secondary Polish

Her eyes were misted with tears as she stared fixedly at that ethereal, fairy-like graceful figure, hesitating to draw any closer.

Scattered across the ground in the center were various items, among which was the jade slip previously given by Wei Qing.

The auction could be described as extremely bustling and packed to capacity, attended predominantly by those in the Nirvana realm, along with quite a few practitioners from the Earth Origin realm.

Meanwhile, in another location—the back alley of a dining area—passersby were few and far between. Yet those who did walk past cast strange glances toward a man lying on the ground, continuously begging for mercy.

At that time, it was 8:20 AM Beijing time. I sent her a message asking if she had woken up yet.

Although he had arrived punctually today, three months later, at the meeting place agreed upon with Kato Ai, it did not mean he intended to return to Konoha Village. This time, he simply wanted to gather more intelligence unknown to him from Kato Ai.

Kakashi understood all too well that the time and effort required to become the shadow of a village were unimaginably immense. Especially in Kirigakure, known as the Blood Mist Village, it was utterly impossible to have any spare time for romance in such an environment.

"I hope you keep your word, so it won't waste the power I lent you." Facing Kagura, Jinno wore an unprecedentedly gentle smile, which greatly startled Kagura.

Yun Haoran's face turned ashen; he never expected that the ant, whom he considered utterly negligible, would be able to block an attack carrying seventy percent of his power.

"I never imagined there would be a problem that Officer Kuang couldn't figure out. I am deeply honored to enlighten you; please go ahead," Wu Guo said with a triumphant smile.

"Sigh..." Xu Fu let out a long sigh, burying her head into the brocade quilt as she thought: Just a little bit more and I would have seen who he really was.

"No matter." Qingyang gently brushed away Yan Mie's hand, glancing at Luo Fu outside the formation with a calm expression, showing not a trace of anger.

"You couldn't possibly have stayed up all night, right?" Fang Jing asked, somewhat surprised when he saw his rabbit-red eyes.

"Haha, I will devour you in one bite, leaving not even your bones behind, haha!" Qian Ruoxue burst into laughter.

The eunuch standing beside the young master pleaded earnestly, but the young master turned a deaf ear, lowering his head to meticulously pile snow onto the snowman.

One wondered whether the soundproof barrier they casually established with a wave of their hands was due to their own cultivation or the use of a magical artifact.

Perhaps due to loving someone, love extends even to their surroundings! Xiao Caidie unexpectedly showed no disdain for Xia Qiandi, smiling as she ruffled his hair.

The director rubbed his eyes hard, but the scene before him did not vanish; it was not a hallucination on his part.

Aunt Li cast a troubled glance at her son standing beside her, then raised her hand and slapped him squarely on the head.

Upon reaching the summit, the people from the other domains had already gathered, casting curious gazes toward Gu Xun and the others.

Entering the dormitory, Ye Tianyi inspected the room. The layout was identical to the storytelling room downstairs, featuring four beds, four closets, and four desks.

The two sat back-to-back against the wall on the floor, ready to flee in opposite directions at the slightest sign of trouble. However, the sound downstairs that resembled knife-sharpening had grown much clearer...

With his eyes splitting in rage, the old man struck out like lightning, landing a heavy blow right on Fan Tao's bridge of the nose. Blood gushed from the latter's nose as stars danced before his eyes.

"The power of money is truly infinite!" Without directly answering Cheng Daosen's question, Liu Yiliu sent this message first. One could easily sense her extreme excitement from behind the screen.

Upon hearing Lu Yan's words, Chen Xue's earlobes turned burning red. She lowered her head, not daring to meet Lu Yan's eyes. She never expected Lu Yan to utter such words; it truly came as quite a shock to her.

Watching Bu Qianhuai walking further and further away, Old Master Gao also retreated a few steps, stumbling backward to sit heavily upon an undamaged stone chair, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"The time is nearly ripe; Huan Xuan should have already set foot in Jiankang City," Wei Jie said in a low, deep voice.

On the northern bank of the Northeast Bridge, not long after Cechov's retreat order was issued, Will, who had stayed behind to cover the rear, arrived at the battlefield frontline. However, before Will could organize an effective resistance, he was targeted by the undead cavalry.

With a cold laugh, that figure, accompanied by a flash of blade light, lunged from behind the monk. Yet the monk seemed to have already anticipated it and was fully prepared. He whirled around and struck with a palm, pure and sacred Buddhist Qi suffusing the air. An aura resembling that of a virtuous and eminent monk instantly permeated the surrounding woods, rustling loudly.

In the end, American goods retreated almost entirely to their domestic market, leaving their originally massive market rather cramped.

Hearing this, Han Xuan looked thoughtfully at his old man, guessing in his heart that his father was using this matter as an entry point to silence the employees' complaints, making the impending institutional reform logical and smooth. Otherwise, a sudden crackdown would undoubtedly spark some conflict.

At this moment, Arrogant and Dominant, along with Mr. Qiyang, Brother G, and others, were still frantically tipping and sending gifts.

Most of the items were not exceptionally high in value, but they were numerous, filling the shelves entirely. With the art collection market booming and growing increasingly popular over recent years, their prices had risen significantly.

After all, during the initial experiments, various related possibilities had been simulated—specifically, how to suppress Dige should he ever go berserk.

Can luck be eaten? Brother Dong rarely enjoyed good fortune. Having just struck gold by encountering a "royal bomb" like Hani, according to the law of conservation of character, he was bound to pay it back.

The poetry's language is concise, yet rich and sincere in emotion. It employs various artistic expression techniques to convey a passionate and sincere love, while revealing the gap between reality and ideal love.

Voting then began. In a manner resembling a public election, ninety percent of the people voted in hopes that Luo Ke and the Wolf clan would participate in the clan warfare.

"It's fine. We have already hosted the Times Square New Year's Eve Countdown Concert many times and possess rich management experience. All kinds of information regarding the venue has been published in advance."

The pitiful Rock White had swept through numerous matches undefeated, sailing through countless hurdles with effortless ease, only to be blasted to smithereens and blown out of the arena by a support class character of mediocre strength using such cheap tactics.