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Li Yishou nodded awkwardly, forcing a faint smile before falling silent and watching Blackheart administer treatment.
“Since everyone is here, let us discuss the matter first!” said the elderly man at the head of the group. At once, the others composed themselves.
Though the incident had left him in a sorry state, Asma, hidden inside the metal puppet, had suffered no real harm. He merely felt that he had lost face.
Zhou Lishui walked straight to Li Rucai’s bed and searched beneath it, under the table, and among the clothes folded around the room. Finding nothing suspicious, she drew a deep breath and was about to report back.
A cool breeze swept past. Wang Linger’s delicate body trembled faintly, and a glimmer returned to her eyes. At that moment, it seemed that her reason had returned as well. Seeing the enormous man holding her in his arms, Wang Linger cried out in shock and struck Liu Qingyuan across the face.
“Are you looking for death?” The purple-haired man flew into a rage. With a furious shout, the aura belonging solely to a Martial Saint burst from him, followed by a terrifying killing intent that instantly locked onto Lu Xuan.
Moreover, after Darknight Nethermourning ascended from the lower realm and its highest-level power disappeared, the black sorcerers who practiced black magic there were hunted down by white sorcerers and other cultivators. From then on, the Temple of the Black Witch God fell into ruin several times.
“Brother Zhang, don’t go through the city. Drive around the walls directly toward the western district.” Mu Han climbed out of the vehicle, sat beside Zhang Ren, and said with a smile.
“Who are you?” Yin Xi and the two elders halted as well, their gazes fixed upon Lu Xuan.
Meng Tian planted his heavy sword against the ground. He did not understand Fusu’s intentions, but it was obvious that Fusu was not joking.
He had never expected the place marked by the pearl to be here—and, more precisely, at the very heart of the place: that enormous palace.
The wolf rats charged ferociously. She began chanting a spell while slowly raising her hand. Ten centimeters above her palm hovered a fist-sized sphere of magic, shining with a dazzling white radiance.
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“Her injuries are not serious. Grandfather has already treated her. She will recover before long.”
At last, the old man sighed and said, “Great men arise in every generation. The Xu family has produced yet another monster.” With that, he vanished once more.
Sun Yan merely shrugged, feeling increasingly helpless. He turned toward Swart again, his eyes filled with exasperation.
Miekong stood silently to one side, staring intently at the ancient sword in Luo Yunzhang’s hand. A trace of barely concealed greed flickered in his eyes.
“Master Yang? The final move of this sword technique is immensely powerful, but you…” Qingxin hesitated. At a glance, she had seen that this so-called Master Yang’s cultivation was several levels below hers. She had reached the sixth level of True Essence, whereas the sect master before her was only at the third.
During that time, quite a few people came looking for Xiao Tie, including Yuan Hongxi, the vice-president of the Forgers’ Association.
Chen Ling hurriedly connected Uncle Gui to an anti-shock nutritional infusion and administered antibiotics. Though this could not solve the problem at its root, it might at least keep him going for a while.
Damn Xiao’s Arsenal. Who knew where they had hidden the item? He had sent people to infiltrate Xiao’s weapons shop and steal it more than once, yet they had found nothing. Could it finally have appeared this time?
Cheng Weiliang lost his temper. He did not even return to the gentle comfort of home. After leaving Lei Juekun’s office, he went straight back to the company and summoned everyone to an emergency meeting with ruthless efficiency.
Since Lord Gasha had put it that way, although Field Master Wu Feng knew perfectly well that the man meant no good, he had no grounds to refuse.
Thus, when Luo Tianhua reached Ironwall City, he could only turn around and return to the inn. For now, he had no choice but to wait until the Charm skill wore off before taking action; otherwise, the feeling of being watched by everyone would continue all the way to the Rainbow Mist Forest.
Master Finia lowered his head and studied the gray-white crystal ball in his hand, seemingly lost in thought. He merely waved him away, indicating that he could leave.
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He rubbed the powder carefully between his fingers, smelling it to see whether its scent had changed. In the end, he even touched the tiniest amount to his tongue, savoring it thoughtfully.
Yanjing City, the southern gate tower: broken bricks and shattered roof tiles lay in heaps, while flames and ash filled the air with a peculiar, scorched smell.
“What is that schemer Yun Mouzi thinking? Why would he use this formation against us? What if we all manage to break through?” Zhizhi asked, her face full of confusion.
Even when faced with this question, Sheyang merely found it rather difficult. It was not impossibly hard—not the sort of problem that could never be solved.
Chen Feng’s peripheral vision shifted. All around him, layers of mist were already rising faintly from the ground. Within the woods, gusts of ghostly wind seemed to surge from nowhere. In an instant, the gloomy fog, shrill cries of spirits, and soundless sinister winds made the forest seem to have transformed into the underworld itself—a realm of demons and slaughter.
For a plant-like invalid who remained unconscious and unresponsive, there would be no miraculous cure even in later generations, let alone among the northern tribes a thousand years earlier.
As the two joked together, the hospital-room door suddenly opened. A beautiful figure entered carrying an insulated food container. The moment Duan Zetao saw who it was, he sat bolt upright, his entire body tense. Even the agonizing pain had vanished from his awareness, and the heart he had only just set at ease leapt back into his throat.
Everyone understood that indulging a child without limit would never do. Of course, not every household had a strict father and a gentle mother, or the reverse. In many ordinary families, a mother might be loving one moment and stern the next. That was perfectly normal.
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