Forty-eight

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After work, Mo Youting drove Du Ruo home in a rather ordinary Infiniti SUV. Qiao Anming was dining with a client when, on the way back, he recalled Jiang Lei’s call from the afternoon and decided to return it. As life energy continuously flowed in and out of his body, Long Xingyu carefully observed the nature of these energies. Being situated within a pillar constructed by the laws of life, he used this opportunity to deepen his understanding and insight into these laws.

“Wu Tian is catching up,” Ling Yan said, having received the message from his spiritual sense scouting behind. Looking at Leng Dianchen, Mo Qianning resolved to make Leng’s heart belong entirely to her—not just as Blue Rain Xi, but to truly fall in love with her.

It was clear that Lu Weiwei was a fiery and strong-willed woman, especially eager to see this so-called ‘brother’ of hers. “Master Shulong, will our Holy Sun Sect participate in this joint hunt between the two clans?” Ling Lang asked Ling Yan, then turned to Shulong for an answer.

Now fully aware that it was Mo Jingyuan who had been behind Su Huirong’s divorce from him, he realized how foolish he had been. His preoccupation with other matters had given Mo Jingyuan the chance to snatch several of his projects, leaving Yu Jing suffocated under pressure.

In his past life, he often undertook missions far afield; his skill in barbecuing was even praised by commanders in the military. Zhao Yuehai, suspecting Lin Huan intended to kill him, clenched his pain and roared at the top of his lungs.

In his mind, he already imagined how cruelly netizens would insult him, how streamers would repeatedly trample on him. Originally wanting to say something, when he heard the name of the Black and White Fiends, even Tezuka’s hand trembled involuntarily, as if recalling some dreadful event.

But after a brief moment of surprise, Lin Huan regained his composure. In fact, Luo Bingyan had long known about his relationship with Manru and Axun. “If I don’t go to the battlefield, how can I vanish safely? Isn’t this just your mischievous heart causing trouble for me, Elder?”

Yet, Lei Wuhen felt a tinge of regret not witnessing how Ye Tian’s Diao Chan had forcefully slain the opponent.

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Moreover, they had laid dense traps around the perimeter; even if Wansha himself acted, sneaking in silently was impossible. Liu Qian had not forgotten his mission this time—to find Hua Rong and uncover the mastermind behind it all. However, being in unfamiliar territory, rashly asking about Hua Rong could alert the enemy and invite unnecessary trouble.

After about fifteen minutes, Liang Yu’s doubts gradually faded as the corner ahead brightened, signaling the target was near. Nie Yuan knew Ji Lin was beyond saving; having cremated the body at a crematorium and scattered the ashes at sea, everything finally settled into calm.

Unexpectedly, Huo Yuqian’s Adam’s apple rolled as he looked into her eyes, inhaling a delicate fragrance, feeling his emotions slowly dissipate. Chen Mu received a call from Lin Yunxiao as soon as he returned home: a car accident had occurred at Liuli Qinghui at noon, fortunately with no casualties, but many group companies had accidents; she would continue inspections in the afternoon.

He was no slave miner brought in by force but had volunteered himself. Killing was his favorite pastime. Even he did not understand why he harbored such a twisted obsession, perhaps related to his martial soul.

Accompanied by Gu Xinfu, Chang Jianming left the police station and proceeded to the Chinese Embassy in Russia. He watched helplessly as a faint golden beam of light emerged from his body and entered the Sword Saint.

The Wei family had traded for generations, amassing vast wealth. No longer content with mere commerce, Wei Qiong, relying on his merchant’s keen intuition, sensed the impending chaos. “Huo Yuqian, what nonsense are you talking about?” Fu Jiu’s eyes blazed with anger at Huo Yuqian.

Shi Ran still planned to make each of them a cup so that in the future they could happily drink water as a family with a matching set.

Chapter Ten: The Heartless Money-Making Machine. The next day, Dai Mubai came to find Ye Chen, proposing a wager. The protagonist, with daily check-in tasks, went to participate in the entrance test for Shrek Academy. Upon entry, he learned that the dean had personally nominated him and placed him under Zhao Wuji’s guidance.

A two-meter-high wall collapsed dramatically under the fierce impact of the car’s front end, and Ruan Shiyan, falling from atop the wall, landed steadily on the hood that had crashed into the wall.

Gu Pan maintained his stepping stance, heavily treading on the black mist-laden forest floor, then glanced around puzzlingly, still unable to recover from the sudden change.

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Though Sairo’s ultra-limit twin blades were incredibly sharp, under the suppression of the ultimate combat device, they could not leave a single mark on Belial.

Liu Jingyao was momentarily stunned. Following Su Ye’s gaze and glancing down, she saw the bloodstain on her pants and blushed deeply. Fortunately, her face mask concealed her shame and embarrassment from Su Ye.

Linghu Yao, well aware of Ouyang Xizhao’s sharp insight, applauded enthusiastically when he spoke thus. Meng Tianhun, surprised and impressed that Ouyang Xizhao immediately discerned his two most prized techniques, hurriedly bowed in respect.

Ruan Shiyan had not expected Lu Yiyan to be so direct, bringing the subject openly to the surface.

Those two brothers exchanged signals like underground agents, leaving the dumpling shop owner staring blankly, tempted to drop the dumplings and tofu pudding to call the police.

His situation was different; his family had dealt with boats for generations, and he had captained vessels for years, weathering many storms. Thus, he predicted that if the heavy rain continued for several more days, flooding was inevitable.

This was his story, relying on the world of the Main God, traversing various dimensions to ultimately save the immigrant spaceship “Dawn,” which teetered on the brink of destruction.

The mermen, once cloaked in colorful garments, all turned around and leapt into the water like dolphins, becoming shimmering gray streaks swimming toward the long bridge.

Liuli reached out for a handshake; their hands—one warm, one cold—touched briefly before separating lightly.

After mustering courage to come from Qingying City to the Tarot Hall to forge a destiny of his own, he did not expect the people from the Putuo Sect to still seek him out.

Xie Ci’s hand holding the wine glass paused noticeably; a flicker of surprise crossed his brows and eyes as he looked out the window, then asked calmly, hiding his emotions perfectly.