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"Ahem..." Xiao Chubei's face flushed red. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, deciding it was safer to return to the original topic.

His sharp, cold gaze softened instantly like the warm sun in winter. His long, slender hand brushed away the stray locks of hair falling across Nangong Yun's forehead, and he pulled her into his embrace.

Having completed the transaction with the Weasley brothers, Ludo Bagman grew even more excited, turning to Mr. Weasley with a beaming, triumphant expression.

Aunt Mi bowed and replied, "The Imperial Uncle may not know, but the Prince has been staying in the barracks day and night recently. He will only return to the manor once this new batch of recruits has honed their skills." (To be continued.)

After transforming into a golden eagle, Qiming instantly mastered the art of flight, as if it were an innate ability. As his wings flapped, the air was sliced into upper and lower currents; the pressure difference caused by the varying flow speeds provided the lift that kept him aloft.

"I originally wanted to dress more modestly, but Liangsheng insisted on something more festive," Xia Jingshu said softly.

He knew he had to leave now. If he didn't, the public sentiment would spiral out of control, and anything could happen.

Shanxiu's usual arrogance was one thing, but Huancheng had actually nodded and smiled at him when he looked over.

"We will acquire them with cash, at or slightly above face value. We should be able to collect them easily," Xia Jingshu said.

He had intended to slip past, but the glimpse of a guard's hem caught in his peripheral vision shattered his initial plan. They were men of the Great Eji, and if they were looking for him now, they must have brought some vital news.

It didn't matter, though. In short, it was a complete crushing victory. Even though the opponent was just an ordinary person—a teacher by profession—it was a crushing victory nonetheless.

"Sir! The meal is ready," An Ran said as she opened the door and entered.

Competitive sports are exactly like this; others will not ignore your weaknesses to clash head-on with your strengths.

Of course, the most bizarre, or rather, the most eye-catching one was Yu Liang at this moment. However, because they had been hiding in a concealed corner, the strangeness occurring to him did not draw the attention of others.

One must know when to show off, and clearly, this was not the time. It was better to leave the spotlight for others.

The next instant, a stream of light descended, and Yan Xi's slender hand reached out, grabbing Gu Xiu's wrist with precision.

Therefore, some senior disciples would choose to privately assist the juniors. In doing so, they would receive a portion of the rewards, and the share would be significantly larger.

"Sigh, these people are truly care-free. Fine, let's save them first and then ask," Gu Ye sighed.

Slowly opening his eyes, Yu Liang exhaled a breath of stale air. As he carefully savored the benefits brought by his physical advancement, he could not help but feel a lingering fear.

Thinking of this, Yu Liang decided to go all out. Originally afraid that Li Si might not be able to withstand it, he had intended to pass on only a fraction of his sword intent. Now, he held nothing back, supplementing it with his own insights and personal secrets, channeling it all through the secret technique known as the "Spiritual Finger."

Weibo is currently the only way for Yin Yi to connect with her fans; every word from an artist is of vital importance.

This was not to say that the power of the Five Elements Divine Son was so overwhelming, but rather that within Xin'er's body, it had to be tempered by a factor of tens or hundreds to be safe.

"It should be true," Censor Gou was a sensible man and knew that the matter concerning Eunuch He could not be disclosed.

In early February, the northern wind whipped against the face with a stinging bite, living up to the reputation that "the spring breeze in February is like a pair of scissors." Zhong Nan was long accustomed to this. Every day, he still inspected the various defensive lines within his jurisdiction and made time to check on the firearm production in the arsenal. It wasn't that he didn't trust them, but the matter was of such grave importance that there was no room for the slightest negligence.

About fifty miles outside the Great Wall, the landscape was densely packed with yurts; this was the encampment of the left wing of the three Mongol armies. Inside one tent, which was noticeably larger than the others, Marshal Aduqin of the left wing sat in deep contemplation.

Had Qin Chuan and his group not entered beforehand to make extensive preparations, they would not have had the slightest shred of hope.

Seeing that Hua Tian recognized him, the monk Ru Nian was not overly surprised. At that Seven Immortals Peak Ascension Conference, there were tens of thousands of cultivators present; it was not strange to encounter one of them here.

"That's a good idea. Actually, don't limit your focus to wealthy women; you might want to look into some wealthy male users with unique tastes," Jiutian nodded, giving a nod of affirmation and encouragement to Suo Jianming's idea.

The youth did not speak; he turned his head to look around, then suddenly froze, his eyes fixed on a spot to the front right, standing completely motionless.

After hearing Chen Xinghai's brief introduction of the doctors, he felt that every one of them had an extraordinary background and was deeply impressed by Hong Zede's appreciation for talent.

Watching Lin Feiwu eat with such gusto alongside his brothers, Yadong did not want to dampen the mood. He picked up the dishes one by one, placing them in his mouth and chewing vigorously, though he knew the true taste in his heart. Time slipped away quietly, and the humans and beasts at the table continued to eat the soup and dishes tirelessly.

Following the death of the captain of the personal guards, the other subordinate generals and soldiers dared not harbor any more complaints, and could only steel themselves to climb the collapsed slope in wave after wave.

"Shameless! You think we don't know? It's just him, merely using the clumsiest of avatar illusion techniques. Stop the nonsense; no one is going to help you." The old drunkard only looked up before falling back asleep on the ground. The blind man simply didn't speak, maintaining his pose.