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He really staked everything on this. He bent over, reached out, and patted the thin layer of ice. A glimmer of hope flashed across his brow: the area covered by the overcoat was large enough that the ice’s load-bearing capacity had increased significantly.

"I am going into seclusion; you may go now." Elder Tianji nodded, stroking his long beard with his right hand. After speaking, he waved dismissively at Zhuge Ming, then returned to the great hall, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes, appearing as still as a statue.

It was tossing and turning incessantly, seemingly in great pain. Zhu Yu felt a bit anxious, but not knowing how to help, he could only watch helplessly.

The few servants, though puzzled, obediently handed a mobile phone to Chen Yu'er.

The governess looked at the calluses on her hands—layer upon layer—and could not help but feel a headache coming on.

This punch contained all the strength he could muster in his entire life; even if a steel machine stood before him, it would be smashed to smithereens.

About twenty minutes ago, Sergei, the Russian manager of the Modern Hotel, suddenly noticed a strange phenomenon: beggars began to appear everywhere in the city. Their numbers surged from a dozen to several dozen in an instant. Some were tapping sticks in various places, while others climbed onto rooftops, waving bizarre strips of cloth.

Everyone felt as if they were bathed in a spring breeze, a feeling of immense comfort welling up within them, as if spring had arrived and they were suddenly confronted with vibrant vitality.

Yi Xing, who was climbing toward the upper floors after throwing the incendiary bomb, heard the notification tone from the Infinite Altar. He paused, puzzled by the name, then continued his ascent.

No one knew who had started the trend, but those silly netizens had once sparked a craze for "tasting" mineral water. It was hard to say what there was to actually taste in mineral water.

From the moment she married Yan Xu as his secondary consort, she had no other path, save for supporting him in ascending the throne as emperor.

"Alright, the competition has begun. Let's just enjoy it properly and see if there’s anything worth learning from," Zi Ling said, taking Qisha’s hand and signaling him not to dwell on other matters; enjoying the moment was what mattered most.

After hearing his subordinate's report, Lance was clearly taken aback. After all, for a dignified Gym Leader to be a member of Team Rocket—and the boss of Team Rocket at that—without the League noticing anything was truly a massive failure.

It had taken quite an effort to convince the three of them, but Li Lian'er and Ling'er insisted on accompanying Tianying, leaving him with no choice but to nod in helpless agreement.

After leaving the merchandise area, Mu Yi and Tang Xin bid each other farewell; Tang Xin returned to her residence, while Mu Yi headed back to his freshman dormitory.

A current, even more powerful than Thunderbolt or Thunder, surged from the Magneton. The Combusken opened its beak and immediately unleashed a stream of flames that collided head-on with the Magneton’s electricity.

Sometimes, when things pile up and one’s mind is cluttered with trifles, there is no energy left to think about anything else. Now that she had the time, she suddenly felt that the scenes of the day were nothing but a ridiculous farce, and the person participating in this farce was hiding somewhere, stealing a moment of leisure with his beloved, who was also enjoying the show.

Jingxuan walked in to find Lan Rongyue sitting on the phoenix throne, draped in a red phoenix robe. Leaning slightly, her quiet posture carried a hint of imperial dominance; despite her seemingly languid air, it sent a subtle chill through the hearts of those present.

Lin Yu said, sounding somewhat anxious. Although he still did not quite like Mu Yi, he had softened considerably compared to before and did not want to see Mu Yi die here, yet he was unable to intervene.

Originally, according to Shao Yitai’s estimations, it would take some time of effort and cultivation to break through from the late Golden Core stage to the Nascent Soul stage in one go. Unexpectedly, just by drinking the ten-thousand-year nectar wine, he had broken through instantly, which was truly surprising.

"Speaking of the reconstruction work in the outskirts of the capital, how are the disaster victims being settled?" the Chongzhen Emperor asked.

However, just as Miyamoto Jiro turned, he discovered that Tang Yi was blocking his path once again, his speed not a whit slower than his own.

Unable to change the outcome, they could only continue to watch the surveillance footage with drooping heads.

First, why did the Eight Generals of Pozhi not kill the Seven Corpse Group as soon as they captured them, instead waiting until after they had won the battle?

Under these circumstances, Xian Cun suddenly struck, channeling three drops of ninth-grade essence blood to fire an arrow, which appeared incredibly stealthy.

A few days later, the General Staff ordered Yan Qin to set up a main camp in Meizhou to train the Southern Expeditionary Army. They also ordered Yu Shengren to lead ten thousand troops of the main force of the Right Shence Army out of Shu to the east, advancing on Jiangling to coordinate with Qian Duoduo in the capture of Wuchang.

His companion heard this, lowered the crossbow he had raised, and silently wiped away the phlegm that Qing Mo had spat onto his face.

The singing and dancing in the hall ceased instantly. The performers, who had been wielding knives and swords, immediately dropped their act, pinning Wang Chengsu to the ground with their blades.

Tang Yi’s progress was the result of long accumulation. He had laid an incredibly solid foundation in his earlier stages—Post-Natal, Pre-Natal, Nascent Soul, and Nascent Spirit. This was why his subsequent breakthroughs into Tribulation Transcendence, Loose Immortal, and True Immortal were so effortless. This was precisely why he had attached such great importance to laying a solid foundation from the start.

At this moment, Yuriko also let out a soft sigh of relief; after all, her nerves had been stretched tighter than anyone else’s just a moment ago.

Li Peicheng watched the graceful silhouette of Liu Zhiyun as she turned and walked away along the dim Nanshan Road, feeling a sense of inexplicable, helpless, and lonely beauty.

However, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Whether it was the Golden Giant Python or the Gu Immortal, neither was a match for Xu Pojun; after four blows, both were blasted away by him.

In the end, Fan Wei felt truly tired—a weariness of the heart. The recent series of events had left him overwhelmed, which was why he felt such a helpless strain. Upon reflection, wasn't he just trapping himself in a dead end?