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She thought that perhaps even the coldest winter could not compare to the chill within her heart at that moment—a coldness born of disappointment so deep it permeated her very bones, and no flame could ever warm it.

Huo Hanxiao, hearing Mu Jingheng’s words, finally believed that Jiang Fanxing was pregnant and he was about to become a father.

“How’s the job search going?” As Qin Hong sat down with a bowl of tomato noodles, Chen Ying asked casually.

Just as they were about to step toward Qingde Tower, startled cries suddenly rang out from ahead.

The Association of Martyrs’ mechanized infantry had already been waiting, and three Hunter-class units first disengaged their optical camouflage and thermal transfer systems.

There was no way to lure Hong Yuntian into a trap now—unless you dug him up from his grave to kill him a second time.

Finally, he had found a clue, making his pursuit worthwhile. But for the sake of thoroughness, Wu Xiang thought of another plan.

This time, Kecheng was not wearing his father’s tattered E-Class combat uniform; he went out in civilian clothes.

The background of the selfie was precisely the night-lit Jinjiang, making it look as if Hong Yuntian was simply having fun there.

The Thirty-Six Plans now regretted not insisting from the beginning that the Bishop share his contact information. Their exchanges were well documented, but they knew little about each other—not because they didn’t want to, but because they dared not ask.

“He’s accepting the contract! Stop him!” Wilson shouted, gripping his twin blades, leaping fiercely to slash at Cindy.

“Hello, hello!” Xu Xi warmly shook Pei Dingfang’s hand, his gaze drifting to the soldiers nearby. Their eyes were sharp, muscles taut, and each carried a sword at his waist a full foot longer than standard issue. Their very presence was intimidating.

Li Si, hearing Su Yanqing’s words, immediately halted, thought for a moment, and decided to act alone. Still, he felt reluctant to simply take the treasure and leave.

Ruo Ran sensed the killing intent from all directions vanish simultaneously. Clearly, the assassins’ leader had ordered a retreat, and the crisis dissolved without a trace.

From nothing to something, from small to strong, the doctrine of magic spread through painstaking effort. Ruo Ran felt excitement each time his demon disciples cheered, for through his own abilities he was leading millions forward. In the future, he would change the fate of even more people, perhaps even change the world.

“You—what have you done!” Though he already knew, Gu Yao must have guessed he would retaliate, so did not give him the full solution.

Su Hang cared little for propriety and simply wiped his snot on Wan Ziyan, who nearly jumped in outrage.

Now, he could only let the blood flow from his shoulder, his left arm limp and powerless, each jolt causing the arrow lodged in his wound to gnaw at his flesh like a devil, assaulting his resolve.

Comments flooded the screen, and whether it was the phone malfunctioning or the magnetic field interfering, the device flickered erratically, as if it might explode at any moment.

To give up one’s power at its peak and become a cripple was called “wearing the wedding robe for another”—making oneself a tool for others.

Jiang Ning again took out his phone to make a call. Normally he might not respond, but the morning call was from Xue Gaogao.

Wang Linlang deliberately exposed the back of her hand, showing a blister likely caused by boiling medicine or pouring water.

For a moment, the ghosts discussed heatedly, but whatever they said, the meaning was clear: the Old Demon of Black Mountain was about to rise, for even the heir of the Ghost Saint had arrived to celebrate his birthday.

After four days of travel, Yueyue finally returned to Lin’an, and indeed found many more beggars in the city.

“You! Fine, fine, I won’t argue with you for now! Hell Poison Bug, come back…” The Wu clan elder opened a hide pouch, summoning the bug with a powerful suction.

These people knew nothing of the Yejia incident five years ago, so they were easily deceived by his false compassion.

He had no objection, as he’d already decided that evening to convert some rooms on the third floor and temporarily place them under her care.

Within the Thunder Domain, Luo Jiang wielded the Chaos Lotus, the Violet Lightning True Needle guarding the two True Transmissions of Taiyi.

He reciprocated kindness, buying some unusual teas at the teahouse, matching the price as a gift.

“Ha ha ha… I’m feeling invincible now!” Night Burial looked into the mirror, finding his own eyes cooler with every glance.

“Zhu’er?” Seeing her face pale as death, Changle dared not neglect her, grasping her icy hand and pouring a surge of true energy into her.

“Whew, whew…” Sweat poured from Night Burial’s brow, but he could not break away, for he saw golden juice leaking from the Vital Fruit; he wrapped it again with chakra, while the Blood Condensing Grass transformed into a red solid.

Because Nangong City had won no one’s favor, its destruction caused no stir at all.