Chapter 64

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A robust figure stepped out from the palace with steady strides, his voice filled with pleasant surprise.
Liao Yan was momentarily dazed, her body stiffening slightly, but after a short while, she recalled her purpose in approaching Zhang Tianyuan and began to respond to him.
"Leave it to me, I will have a proper talk with it," Chen Yu whispered. Immediately after, the aura of heavenly evil spirits within the Shiva Mansion slowly rose.
Even knowing full well that what he was about to do would severely hinder his revolutionary rebellion plan, or even lead to it being exposed and sabotaged, he still did not want to care about anything, nor did he want to mind anything at all.
The Ghost General Nanpotuo should have died, yet he was resurrected at this moment, which posed a tremendous threat to the Eastern Continent.
With no other outlet, he had to vent his anger on a group of officials from the Court of Diplomatic Receptions, including the Vice Minister of the Court, who was at least a fourth-rank official.
If the Great Demon King were truly to be called a "bad person," then wouldn't she, the author, be guilty of monstrous crimes?
Over these years, the majority of the source essence offerings received by the Taiyin God of Mount Mao had been used to help him recover his power.
Let alone the realm of Fate Tribulation, even powerhouses in the Life Realm or Death Realm, capable of defying the heavens and changing destiny, could not violate the fundamental principles of the Great Dao to increase bloodline concentration.
After the meal, Hao Sijun's complexion looked much better. After sitting for a while, Mei Linglong urged him to go rest early. After returning to his room until he fell asleep, he still did not receive any reply from Mo Xuanyu.
The more Ge Feng and Bai Ziyu talked, the more they felt that Qing Jiu was acting strangely, and the more confirmed they became in their thoughts.
Yan Tong was truly someone who would jump into any trap set for her; upon hearing these words, she immediately exploded, dancing with claws and fangs as she lunged forward again.
To accelerate the replenishment of the Ghost Gate Sect, Yu Zihan and his group acted as if pumped with adrenaline, launching attacks on six sects within a single day.
However, considering that Ziqiang's life was also saved by the wife/mistress, I think you can also look more at the wife's good points and stop holding prejudices against her.
There were fewer vehicles in the downtown area at night. To get home sooner, they did not take the outer ring road. The car stopped at a crossroads for a red light, and on the tall commercial building's curtain wall diagonally across, a set of wedding photos was scrolling by.
Within the yellow handprint, the first wisp of flame suddenly burst forth, followed by the second, the third... More and more flames appeared, connecting with one another and burning ever more fiercely, taking on the momentum of a prairie fire.

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Li Hongye looked with pale complexion at Li Hongguang, who had been dead for quite some time, while the rest of the Li family were utterly immersed in grief and indignation.
How could they not know that it was precisely Qing Jiu who had just saved Bai Ziqiang, who was already "dead"?
Thinking about how Zhang Xiang had given Qing Jiu three hundred silver notes earlier that day, he wanted to ask something, but in the end, he did not ask any further.
According to the route we took when we came, there is still a long way to go from here to get out of the wet forest. A place that left a deep impression on me is not far from here—namely those vine sweet juices that the Vietnamese and I regarded as fine wine.
However, when the opponent's sword body transformed into a dragon, the overwhelming, oppressive might instantly locked down the space around him, leaving him with no room to evade and forcing him to take the blow head-on.
Bare rocks covered the ground, shocking to the eye at a single glance, let alone the need to constantly monitor them.
It could be seen that the Zhang family did not lead a particularly impoverished life either; right near the front, in the middle of the main hall, was a large god shrine, with a set of Eight Immortals tables placed centrally, and the surrounding furniture, calligraphy, and paintings were arranged with a considerable sense of order.
Zhao Tiezhu was just about to ask Li Jiafu what was going on when he saw Li Jiafu's eyes gleaming with intensity, looking excitedly in the direction from which the venomous snake was approaching.
"Then sister-in-law, please rest for a while. If you need anything, just call Zhou Fang," Zhang Yang said as he walked out of the room.
Thinking of the white shirt and suit trousers Lu Zhengyi wore back then—although slashed with several knife cuts, the texture when touched was indeed quite smooth—could they really have been valuable clothes?
Zhan Tingbai held a bowl made of tree bark, blowing hard on the steam and meticulously caring for me, slowly feeding me the warm water that was no longer scalding.
"Boss... behind... behind you..." The henchman preparing to go to the hospital with Ma Wu suddenly spoke, pointing behind Ma Wu and stammering as if he had seen a ghost.
Yan Langzi's decision made-Dragon somewhat surprised; control of the army seemed to be in his hands on the surface, but in reality, once reorganized, its essence would change.
Modi shrugged at the words and said nothing. After all, he and Su Qi were already old friends, so there was not much more to say.
Dazzling golden radiance surged forth wildly, and the Dragon Flame Golden Spear emitted wave after wave of whistling sounds. Within just a breath or two, as the light dissipated, a claw-and-fang-baring golden flood dragon soared into the air. After spiraling once, carrying immense majesty, it fiercely smashed toward the beast's head.
If Su Chang'an possessed Xiao Nu's determination and willpower, he probably would have acquired his fifth skill and become the seventh-generation presiding senior martial brother long ago; it was precisely because he could not do it.

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An incense stick of time later, the dust and smoke gradually dispersed, revealing the thoroughly battered and desolate Stone Turtle Mountain, bearing witness to the fierce battle that had just taken place.
"It's right here, Brother Ling!" Xia Zhong pointed to the cave and said. Lingxiao glanced at the quantum brain on his finger, unable to hide a trace of joy on his face.
The young man looked very similar to Tiedan, but his eyes held an extra trace of coldness, instantly revealing him to be someone of deep and scheming nature.
He had plenty of items on him, but none with particularly heavy Yin energy. The vital energy of the Primordial Pagoda should be able to take her in, but since this was his biggest secret, naturally he could not expose it so easily.
While desperately pushing against the opponent's armpit, Su Qi slowly turned his demolition knife around and stabbed it from the side into the opponent's heart.
Ouyang Nan held a crude wooden cup in his hand, filled with clear water that looked sweet. Countless people swayed before his eyes as he subconsciously looked up at the slightly clearing sky, a sense of trance washing over his heart.
According to reports from the Song family's spies, Yang Jian had also compromised, ordering Yang Guang to return and suppress the unrest in Jiangnan, and the messenger conferring the title of Prince Suppressing the South upon Song Que had already set out from the north.
If there were a sentinel capable of rapidly grasping the current situation—even partially—that would be enough for Qin然 (Qin Ran) to gain the upper hand, rather than being passively forced to strike like now.
After the Spring Festival, both time and physical strength fell short. What everyone saw was two updates a day, occasionally paying off debts, until today, the very last day, when Xia Tian spurted out over 16,000 words in one go, which could be considered a major outbreak.
Xuan Yuanche's thoughts were somewhat overly anxious; even if he did not retreat at this moment, Ning Yuan would no longer attack him, and might not even pay him any heed.
This was the morning hour, with the sun gradually rising. Wuxi city was already bustling with activity, pedestrians rubbing shoulders in a crowd, presenting a very prosperous scene.
Zhang Shengmu, who had been beaten for so long, jumped straight up from the ground as if nothing had happened at all. While the possibility that Lin Yi and the others had not used fatal force could not be ruled out, his physical strength at present was indeed astonishing.