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Who could have guessed that this fellow’s muscles were as firm as iron walls, causing her fingers to ache from gripping so hard, yet he remained utterly unfazed. Finally, his smile faded, and with a solemn expression, he answered, placing his hand on Meng Hao’s shoulder as they walked toward home, his eyes narrowed to slits, glancing warily behind them from time to time.

Lin Lili gazed at him with admiration. She knew that, sooner or later, Qiqi would recognize the beauty of her soul.

Her heart skipped a beat, then Ye Zhixing saw the man step gracefully out of the car, holding a black umbrella, his innate nobility evident in every movement.

She knew very well that, with her mother’s cautious nature, if she so much as hinted there was anything suspicious about her grades, her mother would immediately call Ye Dongsheng to cancel the banquet.

“Is Lady Soraka here?” For once, Sara changed her usual tone, speaking with a trace of respect when facing Soraka.

This truly put Golden Spark in a difficult position. After all, they’d only gotten engaged last night; calling him brother-in-law was acceptable, but by name? Or simply “Sanmu”?

After a long moment, the head of the Liuying Sect wiped away his tears and pulled a jade slip from his filthy robes.

At her side, a swarm of venomous insects materialized instantly. Perhaps because there were only two people present, this time she summoned several times more poison bugs than ever before. Toxic fumes quickly filled the room.

At the entrance to the detention center, she ignored the startled stares of those around her and hugged the man tightly.

Chen Qinghuan turned her head. Huh? Someone was holding a camera and a microphone. Was this a reporter?

“My benefactor…” The Bear Lady suddenly clung to Qiao Chu’s leg, drawing out her voice in a wail.

If Qin Fang truly betrayed him this time, Batian would have to reconsider his relationship with him.

A metallic clang rang out as the Immortal-Slaying Sword let out a mournful cry, forced back again and again by the Ink Sword’s assault. The problem wasn’t the sword’s quality, but the vast difference in spiritual power between the sword wielders; Dao Fan’s early Core Formation strength far surpassed Zhou Qi’s second Foundation Layer.

“Heh, so why didn’t you expose me just now?” Jun Langya’s face, pale a moment before, returned to normal as he gazed quietly at Li Ping.

“Don’t worry. I was planning to head to the Bottomless Swamp as well. You and Chi Yan should go together,” Ye Muhan said, trying to persuade her.

“Princess Chaohuang, allow me to lead the way.” Lue led from the front, thoughtfully explaining things to Ye Muhan as they walked.

Naruto was stunned. Was this really the kindly old man he knew? How could he have done such a thing? Yet the explanation was so reasonable, he began to waver—could his parents’ fate truly be linked to the Third Hokage?

The Zabuza clone scoffed. Even if he was injured, could they truly take the Executioner’s Blade and Sharingan from him? And even if they did, could they keep them?

Though he’d casually named a hundred, seeing Liang Ren haggle so expertly left him speechless.

On the Fang family’s side, over two hundred guards stood tense and wary, as if facing a formidable enemy.

“Whew... Yanxiu, what did you realize?” Ma Mingluo patted his chest, looking at Yanxiu with curiosity.

Yet Madam Song was adamant in her opposition, citing Lingling’s humble origins. She declared that, soon, she would arrange a heart transplant for Song Changsheng and then find him a perfect, well-matched bride.

As she spoke, Aji raised her right hand above her head. A pale blue barrier spread from beneath her feet, expanding to cover hundreds of square meters and enveloping the sky—a battlefield was formed.

Their eyes met—each saw a trace of annoyance reflected in the other.

This scene was so familiar that Qu Qingyou’s eyes filled with tears. She only confirmed it was a memory of the past when the motorcade bearing the “Qu” family crest passed at her feet.

The family doctor said he suffered from chronic insomnia, but she found the illness too strange, nothing like a normal affliction, and concluded he was faking it.

Did that mean the antique hairpin and the vintage wristwatch had also slipped away in just this manner?

After two more rounds, Mark clearly noticed that Luo Feng had only a few blank cards left.

In less than ten minutes, the incident was the talk of the internet, and Starlight Entertainment had already called the police.

How could he not be furious? The Deep Sea Demon Whale King’s actions, along with those of the other sea spirit beasts, were tantamount to slapping the Sea God twice in the face, grinding his dignity into the dirt.

The stars shifted, gathering behind them like a cascade of meteors, forming a golden vision that swept across the heavens, suppressing all manner of monsters and fiends.

Her once-fair and delicate face was now flushed bright red, with no trace of a noble lady’s composure.

And this was no longer the past; now the Surveillance Bureau was acting constantly, and with so many ministers beheaded and displayed, he truly felt some fear.

With two thousand laborers, over six hundred government troops, five thousand new recruits, and three thousand Imperial Guards, Zhang Yuhang now commanded a force of over ten thousand men.

As for Xu Wanqiu’s miserable state, if not for her self-healing ability, her wounds would have killed an ordinary person hundreds of times over.

Yet on many nights, watching him secretly wipe away tears while holding her parents’ photograph, she couldn’t help but let her suspicions fade.

At that moment, the Yasha moved like a phantom, charging at the pale corpse’s face.

Yu Zitong lounged on the sofa, now changed into loungewear, reclining lazily. When Lin Man entered, his eyes showed neither surprise nor delight.

Reason fully returned to Ye Zhenzhen when she woke. Night Lin looked at Yao Dong—who really orchestrated things behind Lu Cheng? It could very well be the Yao family.

“Yes, sir. There was a genetic defect in the fusion organisms that prevented them from taking human form. To this day, the problem remains unresolved, so they must remain in beast form. However, there was one exception—a successful specimen retained human form, and its power has already reached mid-level Extermination class!” the man in white reported.

“Rest well. Don’t worry too much about the company. I’ll help Zhenzhen,” Night Lin said, then strode to Ye Zhenzhen’s side, took her hand firmly, and led her out past Night Sen.

Jiang Lijun now swallowed his anger, determined not to cause a scene—after all, today was Lele’s birthday.