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Everyone knows immortals are admirable, yet only a beloved wife remains unforgettable! When alive, you speak daily of affection; when dead, you follow others away.

Li Xingyun could not fathom who was secretly aiding Gu Heng and Li Yufeng. Long Tianming and Situ Beiyan remained prime suspects, but Li Xingyun lacked concrete evidence for now.

Ye Xin was silent for a moment, then nodded in understanding. He could relate to Mo Shouyou’s approach; he was never one for moralizing. Knowing one cannot win, must one simply wait to die?

As Nie Li cultivated, a sudden burst of mysterious energy erupted within the Ten-Thousand-Mile Landscape Map. Startled, Nie Li peered inside and saw a blazing flame burning like a radiant sun.

Skilled in Bagua Palm and Xingyi Fist, with a noble and upright demeanor, finding such an actor was uncertain even to Zhang Le.

These thoughts arose spontaneously, yet once they did, Li Yi suddenly realized these issues truly warranted serious consideration.

Zhong Haoqing nodded thoughtfully, then took out her phone, dialed a number, and made a call.

Originally, Lisa had planned to discuss the matter after his return, but Zhao Sheng’s performance in Washington drew all her attention to the event. After a discordant fallout, Zhao Sheng immediately left New York, and the issue was shelved.

“Hehe!” Tony smiled smugly. Moments when Leo was left speechless were rare, so Tony planned to seize the opportunity to “tease” Leo in return for all the “black glasses” Leo had thrown his way.

“Hopefully, the teacher has prepared something this time.” Rita clenched her fists tightly. Among the Holy War Angels, she was known for her temperance, yet her tone now bore helplessness and frustration. Despite all efforts, reality remained merciless.

“Prepare to die! Focus fire on their priest!” Hun Pi Pa roared, charging like a gale, his body transforming into a windstorm as he attacked Ming Yue.

“Interesting!” Saying this, Xiang Long’s beam of light thickened, deflecting the magical energy beam sent by Fu Xi.

Driven by a powerful wind, thin clouds flowed continuously, bringing icy fresh air surging into the suspension pod. The Cloud Horse, its four hooves glowing orange, adjusted its balance constantly amid the high-speed airflow.

After the turmoil, this place had briefly reopened for several years but ceased operation a few years ago. Those who had temporarily relocated during the unrest gradually returned.

Irina was moved by these words. Since returning home, she had struggled to face her parents and had ignored them during the assembly. Many reasons lay behind this, foremost that she now bore the weight of guilt.

Sanders, Boles, Black, Gasol, Love, Martin, and Nor all extended their hands, overlapping densely together.

Inside the cabin, Xiang Long felt both comforted and conflicted listening to everyone. He was unsure whether revealing their identities to Wendy and the others was right, nor did he understand Irina’s unease.

What was going on?! Cheng Teli was puzzled. Had Liu Dajin changed plans at the last moment and released an extra “fox”?

A faint voice echoed softly through the room, humming an old song. The melody was familiar, dating back many years. At first, Zou Yue paid it no mind, assuming it came from a nearby neighbor or the street. She turned over and fell back asleep.

“Tomorrow, you’ll be responsible for the hospitalization of Xie Zhen and Qin Fang. I doubt they’ll come empty-handed, so you’ll need to be prepared.” He Xiang patted Dongfang Xunyu’s shoulder with a smile, clearly reluctant to mention the Yun family’s invitation.

Mentioning Qu Tianling’s name was one thing, but once uttered, it ignited the smoldering fury in Li Mujun’s chest, exploding him utterly.

Before reaching their peak, psychic abilities took a heavy toll every time they were used.

Lu Qingshan was no longer with Chi Weiran, yet they had already been together, not in love yet somehow in love, even bearing the fruits of affection.

“Nice words, but wasn’t it your M Group that fled at the last moment?” someone sneered.

“Xia Chuyi, listen carefully. No matter what you’re going through or what’s happening, don’t believe it. Do you hear me? Xia Chuyi, did you hear what I said?” Qing Yu spoke to Xia Chuyi’s hollow eyes, word by word.

With a contented sigh, I suddenly felt someone tug at my clothes. I quickly opened my eyes to see a person crouched before me, stuffing my steamed bun into their mouth.

How could such foolishness be connected to the so-called energy of Heaven and Earth?