Heading to Canglang

Part 1 of 3
Especially in this current era, with senior giants venturing out into the Boundary Sea in search of the illusory chance to attain the Imperial Realm, only the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit remained as a giant in the Primeval Ancestral Realm, barely managing to suppress the situation. Otherwise, the great world would have been seized by the Foreign Realm and the Immortal Realm.

Hearing Mr. White's cry, the left-hand subordinate mistakenly assumed that Mr. White was afraid they would take action against these exiled prisoners, which might drive the prisoners to desperation and lead to them accidentally killing him.

Harry knew that, unlike most Gryffindor students, she still harbored resentment over the way they had arrived at school.

The army destroyed by the Black Knight, and those sent out to assassinate Prom only to be counter-killed in return.

"I am truly not cheating you. Would Lord Song be willing to act as a guarantor? If the price I offer turns out lower than anyone else's, I am willing to compensate Chief Merchant Chen for ten times the price difference!" It seemed Wanli Xiang had indeed been provoked by Chen Zuyi's words, feeling too proud to lose face like this, and decided to take the matter seriously.

Then, this truly virtue-conquering crown prince was left utterly bewildered and dizzy by Luo Zihang's skewed logic of "conquering with virtue" and the various "facts" he laid out.

Fear, reluctance, anger, bewilderment... These emotions began to surface in the hearts of some supremes—without exception, they were all thoroughly fallen individuals who had once initiated dark turmoils.

Even more people came seeking pills, among them many disguised agents from the crown prince's faction.

It was just that... now that the higher-ups had noticed her bizarrely good luck... would she be captured and sliced up for research?

Seeing that her daughter-in-law, grandson, and mother were all safe and sound, Elder Madame Zuo led her family to kneel before the Su family, expressing their immense gratitude and thanks.

Pan Shengcheng and Zhang Qitian, seeing that he did not answer, stared wide-eyed, their eyeballs rolling incessantly.

With that, he staggered into the bathroom, filled a tub with cold water, and jumped in. Instantly, his searing hot body submerged in the freezing water, actually emitting a sizzling sound.

"Didn't they say the Dao of Formations has been lost? How can a grand array of this caliber still appear?" Many Chaos Demons and Gods were filled with extreme anger.

Feeling this terrifying coercion, everyone's expressions changed drastically. Mu Yu, who was at the center of the storm, turned deathly pale, staggering back "thud, thud, thud" for several steps before stabilizing his footing.

"Have you ever considered whether your love for Zou Zichen... is truly love, or is it merely a habit or a sense of possessiveness, driven by the fact that what one cannot obtain is always the most lingering in one's mind?" With that, I looked straight into her eyes.

Part 2 of 3
Therefore, whether Shuang died or not, he always somehow managed to make others die. Either they laughed themselves to death, or they died from backlash; I truly admire him.

"The reason we have never witnessed it is simply due to our ignorance... In fact, as far as I know, there are numerous methods capable of blocking attacks from thermal weapons, and even nuclear strikes, leaving the target completely unscathed." The speaker was a researcher in his fifties, his eyes narrowed slightly, his tone exceptionally earnest.

"Gu Yisheng, Zou Zichen is just like you, so he didn't lie to me. The child in Ouyang Xue's belly really isn't his." I seized the opportunity to clear Zou Zichen's name once more.

Outside the Monster Race's Divine Court, inside the Hundred-Transformation Chariot, Ming Yiran and the others waited anxiously, consumed by worry.

The cannibal rats surrounding the blood-drenched Old Black retreated one after another, forming a circle about thirty meters wide.

Every single one of them was a behemoth, a pinnacle powerhouse standing atop the Pangu Continent. Given the sheer vastness of the Pangu Continent, such figures numbered only in the tens of thousands.

"You three, approach the corners from three different directions to flush out any lingering ghosts hiding in the darkness."

"Second Sister, hold on for a moment. Regardless of whether he is good or bad, I want to ask: why have the veils on Big Sister's face and mine vanished?" Siyue suddenly interrupted Mingyue's words and asked.

Nowadays, across the entire Eastern Five Cities, apart from the various sects, a nearly flawless giant net had formed everywhere else. Even the city gates were under surveillance, and anyone entering with the slightest trace of suspicion would be monitored throughout the entire celebration.

Leaving behind that breezy and effortless remark, Lin Mengyang stood up, strolled toward the elevator platform, waved her hand back at An Liang over her shoulder, and walked away with utter casualness.

"You should just stay lying down. You used the True Essence of Phoenix Blood to save your life, and that thing drained all your vital energy. You'll probably need to remain weak for quite a while before you can slowly recover," Tang Hao said as he walked over.

Through the teleportation array, he arrived at the Lishui Prefecture, went straight to Lingyue Mountain, and simultaneously sent a message to Fei Wan.

However, at this moment, Mandora seemed to have gone mad. Standing there, she used her remaining eight vines to wrap around that massive wooden stump of a head, screaming at the top of her lungs, utterly incapable of accepting the reality before her.

It was just that the ordinary tea served in this teahouse tasted slightly more bitter on the tongue, lacking that rich and mellow aroma. Compared to the tea cake Uncle Rong had brought yesterday, it fell short by a wide margin.

Xuan Shao placed Yanyu onto the spacious carriage's exceptionally comfortable soft couch and personally brewed tea for her.

Part 3 of 3
"This young master has countless methods! Do you really think that just because you have this Hell Beast, you've got me in the bag?" Long Tengfei showed no fear whatsoever and instead let out a laugh.

"Sigh, your body is weak. Having just recovered from a major illness, you should have rested for a few more days," Xing'er said, peeling an apple and taking a crisp bite.

When Xia Haoran walked into the assembly hall once again, everyone was as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, engaging in heated discussions.

Lately, apart from Nan Ling, he had always kept himself strictly disciplined; how could this happen? Could it be that something was wrong over at Nan Ling's end?

In Qishi, the Second Hospital was exceptionally famous, as well as being a Grade-A Tertiary hospital. This was the place where the HT007 virus first broke out, and also where the epidemic was most severe.

Hearing him praise her so, Fucha Zhishan felt both delighted and embarrassed, her cheeks growing hotter and hotter. The man before her wore only a simple moon-white satin robe embroidered with orchids and glossy ganoderma, yet he possessed an indescribable elegance, surpassing grace, and gentle warmth.

Ekaterina rubbed her temples, feeling as though something lingered at the edge of her consciousness, yet she simply could not recall it.

However, at this moment, the barbarian army, poured out in full force, was already close at hand. The imperial court's army simply had no time to rush back to the crown prince's side before the barbarians arrived.

With a look of utter bewilderment, Long Tianwei incredulously hurled another thunderbolt bomb. Just like before, before the thunder-generating projectile even touched the Assassin Emperor's garments, it exploded against an invisible barrier of air, failing to inflict even the slightest scratch upon him.

Finally, seeing its active space about to be completely sealed off, a fierce glint flashed across the spirit snake's face, and it directly charged straight into the lightning net.

Not far away, sitting in a secluded chair, Lie Qingmo watched Liu Tian's performance, unable to help swallowing hard, feeling a lingering sense of terror.