Offer an apology.

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In terms of seniority, his master belonged to the generation before President Zhang, meaning President Zhang was Wang Hui’s senior apprentice brother.

Shen Qingtan sat down absentmindedly, occasionally glancing outside the glass, yet still failed to find the person who had left her stunned.

However, Erzhu Rong remained calm, for along the route from Hongnong to Tongguan, he had stationed troops in every county.

After the shields and arms carried by the Cangyue Guards were shattered, the fiery blade’s internal power was nearly dissipated, though the remaining blade energy still struck the Cangyue Guard’s body.

No increase in magical power, no system prompts, no ceremonial relics or noble phantasms whatsoever.

Wang Jinzhi was confused. “Father, is that really what he meant?” Li Jianjun had just told her to get along well with Li Wanyue.

What could he possibly do? A concubine son of a feudal prince, a captain of the Thousand Bull Guards, commanding only a handful of young soldiers—effectively no troops, no supplies, no territory. Living leisurely in Luoyang was not difficult, but over time, he might lose vigilance and drive, risking being caught by marauders in some deserted place and slain—like in Heyin.

“I’m telling you, Squad Leader Deng Bansian, this checkpoint has little to do with you. Still want to eat? Can’t you just let the receptionist finish speaking?” Xiang Ting said.

“Regarding Li Baoguo’s matter, we won’t say anything. Tomorrow, you bring Chunmai and Shitou,” Wang Cuihua thought that bringing more people would mean eating more, so it wouldn’t be a loss.

Li Xiang couldn’t discern the quality of classical music, but found it strangely pleasant. Seeing the applause around, it was probably not bad.

“My family brought food; we’ve already eaten,” Ye Shutong replied politely, her voice quiet but just loud enough for Su Song to overhear.

Who would believe a major boss would personally buy a car, and such a cheap one at that? Wasn’t this just mocking people?

Looking at Wang Yun and Cen Guozhang, master and apprentice, both solemn, Xu Yuxian felt an unprecedented shock. He also somewhat understood why those former colleagues in the Hanlin Academy preferred hiding in old books, guarding the classics, and quoting passages, rather than engaging in practical affairs.

Wang Qianzong and Li Qianzong slightly parted their lips, dumbfounded, staring incredulously at Cen Guozhang, who was drooling.

Thinking of this, the secret joy she had felt at not resisting him instantly turned to despair.

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“So that so-called Dreamer was the mastermind behind the Hundred Demons’ Night March in Haicheng ten years ago?” Lu Huaichiu asked.

At this moment, Saitama was draped in a white cloak, his hair gone, expression vacant, appearing utterly ordinary.

As the statue entered its final stage, the old man’s demeanor grew increasingly wild; his limbs danced, he shouted loudly, and circled the bonfire in a frenzied dance.

Meng Jiao used tiger claws to lift a piece of soil. It was clear this soil was recently filled in, likely by the tribe’s people. Meng Jiao struggled to grasp the purpose behind these primitive acts, even though they were “human.”

He held no particular attachment to the origin of the Shooting Eagle world and was willing to abandon it if necessary.

Perhaps due to recent continuous nervous tension or past reasons, she remained unsatisfied until midnight, when she angrily turned over and ignored me.

Suddenly, Wu Lianji’s heart tightened, feeling as if he had become the Harmony Princess’s puppet—one false move could mean death.

Knowing that the bone sword’s radiance was unnecessary for illumination and that the adversary, also possessing dark sight, could see clearly the images projected by the black-and-white photos, Crestai did not slow his speech and calmly narrated.

At such close range, he had already seen a glow emanating from Lu Tianming’s body, shining all over—was this not the “Cicada Shedding and Snake Release” physical realm extolled by the Tianji Sect?

“You… really dealt with them all?” Jiang Lang was an expert himself, but Jiang Lang’s skill still exceeded his expectations.

“So, big brother wants to use this to tightly bind our fifth brother, our demon clan, and the Demon Court together?” Donghuang Taiyi asked.

“Master Gong, I’m back. And Ah Yi, why are you here?” At this moment, Ajiu gave Ah Yi a glance and smiled.

Zulong spoke, slightly opening his eyes. A pair of crimson eyes, like torches, radiated light, as if two huge red gemstones were set within.

“Today is a make-up rest day for yesterday’s shift, no need to work, but unfortunately, I still have to get up on schedule to visit my mentor at university…” The thought of the long, distant journey made his forehead throb faintly.

Yun Wanfeng snorted coldly. Earlier, when he was lying in bed, he had detected Pan Yueming’s arrogance, looking down on Ye Jun, mocking and ridiculing him.

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Li Feng and the others also raised their guns, aiming towards the position reported by Ling. As the countdown reached 3-2-1, four shots rang out almost simultaneously.

“Jiang Chen, consider that Grandma has raised you for over twenty years,” she said, then struck a pose as if about to jump off a building.

Sometimes, “please help us for a fee” is easier to build trust than “I’m willing to help unconditionally.”

The final showdown was in the second match; whoever won that was almost guaranteed victory because it was said the third beast could not be tamed except by the sect leader, who was barred from competing.

He would wait until early winter, then consult with the elders about holding the ceremony, and only then take this step.

The sergeant at the gate looked twice or thrice and then gestured to his colleague on duty in the guardroom.

Midway up in the clouds, Feng Yan, the Great Immortal, was still angrily scolding—not directed at Tang, who was to be torn to pieces, but at Nan Yu Tianzun for not giving her enough face.

Inner disciples had become the sect’s key focus for cultivation, not only exempt from cleaning duties but also given ample resources. Most notably, inner disciples were allowed to fight and brawl.

Moreover, she had a husband and children; Tang, the great ruler, would not make such a fundamental mistake.

It was only after her words that Cui Yu realized his actions had indeed been rash; he nodded sheepishly but still felt uneasy.

At this moment, Li Ming’s actual cultivation had not advanced and remained at the False Core stage; his increased strength came solely from relying on the Gourd World.

Before the words fell, Ling Qian’s willpower, having reached the realm of the heavens and earth, rapidly enveloped a three-hundred-li radius. After a thorough search, Ling Qian found no trace of Shu State and then withdrew his willpower, staring at Yi Liuyue in disbelief.