100 Superheroes 09

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Since Lin Yu’s imperial body was healed, boom! A gaunt palm print silently descended in suppression. That hand, enveloped in a strange light, belonged to an imperial weapon of a very peculiar kind, obscuring its wielder’s form.

Huang Dong opened his backpack and saw there was still some silver inside, so he felt at ease and drove straight to the company.

On his birthday, before so many influential figures, holding a fake painting and pretending it was a genuine masterpiece worth millions, proposing marriage to Lu Hai—what audacity.

The road was long, and seeing the two guards still speaking up for Situ Xiuyuan, she couldn’t understand what merit her master had to deserve such admiration.

Xu Feijin clenched her fists and cursed angrily. She wanted to run away immediately; if she had delayed even a moment, Xu Feijin might have punched her in the face.

But who could she blame? Blame others? No, she could only blame herself for being too young and naive about the harshness of society.

As for the immortal god lord residing in the Cloud Tower, he cultivated the culinary arts. His lifelong vow was to cook an immortal-level phoenix, but unfortunately, even after returning gravely wounded to the Dragon Court, he had not fulfilled this wish.

Little did the emperor care about these matters; he only thought about growing old, wanting to abdicate and rest, truly not wanting to continue reigning. He wanted a vacation to relax and play Pai Gow with the empress and the many concubines.

But it was already late at night, and since I didn’t know if those savages had retreated, hunting was out of the question.

After a moment, beneath the clouds appeared a white ape mountain king, its eyes blood-red and body bathed in moonlight.

Underwater, the black creature attacking the ship let out a sinister laugh upon seeing the chaos above.

It wasn’t that she despised Zheng Junhao, but the inner elixir was too foul-smelling and harsh. Earlier, when Zheng Junhao held it in his mouth, the fierce energy made his head dizzy. Now that he spat it out, even he dared not put it back in, let alone Lü Yaxi.

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By this time, the world channel and regional channel had become ways to pass time at night.

Fang Yuan’s face darkened as he calmly raised his forewing to meet the pouncing leopard.

“Then say it outside. I can hear you,” Tao Yiting replied nonchalantly.

Though he had reached the Profound Realm, his ability to maintain disguise had improved but still wasn’t reliable for long-term concealment.

Chasing and teasing joyfully, they arrived at Xiao County, so caught up in their playfulness they forgot time and fatigue. After a few visits, they were quite familiar with the place.

On the sea surface above, all the waves were shattered by the impact, forming concentric ripples centered on a whirlwind, spreading outward continuously.

By now, Xie Lili had drunk a lot of water. The polluted water made her nauseous, but unfamiliar with swimming, she struggled desperately.

Mi Hanyan said, “One is despicable and vile, the other disrespectful to elders. I’m done with you both. Yan, I miss you so much.” She took Guan Shuanyan aside and whispered intimately.

“Utterly sincere.” This was Wei Yi’s appraisal of the Blood Spirit Sword Master. Only someone utterly sincere could wield a sword with such an extreme temperament; the sword truly reflected its owner.

“Damn it, don’t think that sealing my Battle Tiger spirit lets you do as you please! In strength, I’m still far above you!” Ma Zhuo roared and slapped at Su Bai with the back of his hand.

Recalling Ming Hao Xuan’s last words, “Just curious… just curious… on a whim,” could it be that his feelings all this time had been false, mere curiosity about his changes?

No matter which possibility, Yaksha Pavilion feared them greatly, as the former represented Wei Yi’s absolute power, and the latter likewise his absolute strength.

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Xiang Pengfei was one of the dozen or so who, upon hearing Liu Mang say he had syphilis, went to the hospital to see a doctor.

The leader of Cangyan was conservative; after all, the ability to casually alter one’s path between life and death like Wei Yi was something he believed himself incapable of.

Lin Shiyin already had a card given by Liu Mang, containing more than a million.

It must be understood that moving and fighting on foot differs greatly from riding a horse and wielding a spear or club. Hence, martial arts were traditionally divided into mounted and foot techniques.

“Yingzi, what’s going on? Why can’t I reach you on your phone?” Yang Dong asked with concern.

His visit to the Purple Cloud Palace was not merely for slaughter. Although he had indeed been bloodthirsty just now, he never forgot his true purpose.

This was a good idea, thought Meng Zhan, but it would require involving official forces, which went against Meng Shangde’s wishes. If it were to proceed, further arrangements were needed.

Lady Zhao Wang thought, “We came humbly, and you actually brought up money? This isn’t the first time; it’s just a reconciliation. Is it really necessary to make things so difficult for us?”

Hodgson on this side seemed ready. Suddenly, he shouted, and the transparent energies in his hands surged toward the giant worm, making its bulky body tremble all over and emit a sharp, indescribable shriek.