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The silvery-white celestial aura blown from her lips enveloped Miss Chen’s arm. As if by a miracle, the fish scales that had been growing rampantly began to recede and vanish, and within moments, her skin was restored to its original, smooth, and flawless state.

Qiu Ming, meanwhile, had gained some insights of his own. By understanding the underlying Great Dao, he significantly advanced his progress in cultivating his secret arts.

With eyes that seemed to be questioning, he looked toward Patch. A strange glimmer of light flickered in Gu Yi's eyes.

After hearing this, Tianci understood the stance of the Tibetan Sect. It seemed the sect was currently clear-headed. He knew they must not act rashly at this moment, or they would fall straight into Duan Tian's trap.

This appeared to have disrupted the original plan, but in her heart, she thought only of one thing: she could not let Jiang Ciyun lose face at this moment.

Suddenly, the bullet fired by Chen Tianyi struck the opponent's tire head-on, causing the entire vehicle to lose control. The wheels began to skid, screeching against the pavement with a teeth-grinding sound.

A boss battle without a main tank is undoubtedly arduous. Most players were dealing only a dozen points of damage, making the progress painfully slow.

Hearing Tianci’s words, Wang Kun was moved. He knew Tianci was doing this for their sake. Wang Kun was deeply reluctant to let him go, but to protect Wang Xue, he had to make a clean break and have Tianci walk out of his life.

"How do you speak, junior? Do you have no sense of respect or hierarchy?" The man, dressed in white as snow, stood there like a drawn sword, ready to strike anyone at any moment.

Last night, when he used his sword pill to survey the entire encampment, he had indeed failed to identify the "transcendent" individuals from the two major groups. Yet, he was certain his suspicions were correct; he did not believe that two multinational corporations could be so negligent, or rather, so foolish.

"Then I must congratulate your Black Rose organization. I believe this vaccine incident will earn at least one hundred billion US dollars." President Kusa’s eyes gleamed; he was full of anticipation for this cooperation.

Mengusi had already gathered six thousand troops, and here he met up with the remaining two thousand men from his tribe. Afterward, Guha brought seven or eight hundred more into the fold, joining Mengusi on his southward journey to conquer the Land of Iron.

"Of course I do. Look to the north; I will entrust the Kamianets Fortress to you as well. Half of the Cossack command is also yours. Head north; it would be best if you could reach Lviv and other such places. I need you to intimidate the Poles and the Lithuanians."

"A fine display of living and dying together! Let me, as the Commander, grant your wish!" A sinister voice echoed from not far away.

The hidden rules of Sebafru were all of the variety that did not affect the grand scheme of things—rules that made no difference whether one knew them or not.

"A luxurious suit of armor!" King Jean II exclaimed. He himself had never worn such opulent gear.

Originally, everyone felt that as doctors, they had no right to intervene in such matters. But with the video evidence of bribery, combined with Wang Guangchun’s act of leaving before the program had even safely concluded, public opinion toward him shifted.

"Lord Lu, why have you arrived in Western Xia so early? Weren't we supposed to wait another two days?" Shang Wusheng asked.

With a sharp crack, Han Feng’s stone golem collapsed. Having lost their target, the skeleton soldiers and stone puppets began to wander, striking out blindly. Across the field, the evil wizard cackled strangely and waved his magic staff again, transforming Han Feng’s fallen grand sprites and swordsmen into skeleton soldiers to join the fray.

Upon returning, Zhang Qi was severely reprimanded by the men of Jinshanwei. These old, weak, sick, and disabled captives were Russians! It was common knowledge that Russian slaves were harder to manage than any others, and they were lazy workers to boot. These men, with their mixed Mongol ancestry, looked at everyone as if they wanted to devour them alive.

There were other versions, such as "Jack’s Conspiracy," "The Mazzini Principality Plot," "The Delaman Principality Plot," and "The Revenge of Lucius the Pervert's Victims," among others. But these rumors regarding the Blood Feast remained just that—rumors, with no evidence to support them.

To prevent them from going back on their word, one must first finish off a few famous "heroes." With such a threat, word would spread throughout the martial world of the attackers' strength, leaving these people with no excuse to claim they wouldn't accept challenges from "nobodies."

Once Bai Yi got into the car, Bai Ling remotely opened the large iron gate. The sound of the gate opening successfully attracted a wave of zombies. Nearby roaming zombies came rushing toward Bai Yi and the others with roars. By the time the gate was wide enough for the car to pass through, five or six had already gathered at the entrance.

"It’s getting late. Since you’re also headed to the Witcher Convention, you might as well take me with you." Billy sat directly in the passenger seat.

"I rely on my wisdom and my perseverance. I have never considered myself inferior to anyone," Zeqin replied with a faint, calm tone.

The Third Uncle had long since withdrawn the power he had used to restrain Su Yi. Against an existence of Su Yi's caliber, a powerhouse at the Martial King level would never deign to take action.

Now, Wu Dao and Xu Chunyang stood on two peculiar, large-scale instruments; otherwise, they would truly have found no place to set foot.

Yet, this gesture of someone lifting her jade-like feet was unprecedented. The sensation of her soles being gently massaged, the soft, tingling numbness, caused her heart to flutter. An unusual feeling washed over her entire body, and she could not help but let out a sweet, delicate sigh from her throat.

Both possessed long, slender figures, standing tall and eye-catching like supermodels, and before long, whispers of discussion began to ripple through the shop.

Shen Ke knew that this jealous man would never let any man near her, especially someone as competitive as Young Master Tong Er.

Han Mo frowned slightly, took the offered wine, and downed it in one gulp. Yet, his gaze continued to drift toward the entrance from time to time, his eyes clouded with complex emotions.

Seeing this shocking scene, the crowd immediately gasped, their bodies trembling. Their hearts nearly jumped into their throats; they felt a hair-raising chill, with cold air rising from the soles of their feet and waves of chilliness spreading across their backs.

Rao Qiyun loved fine tea and collecting, and since Xi Xiangdong was an expert in the field, it could be said that by catering to his interests, they had found common ground.

He had graying, cropped hair, though the man did not look particularly old. His physique was somewhat portly, but upon closer inspection, the word "sturdy" seemed to describe him better.

Although he had served in the military for a few years, it had been arranged by the old man. When he was transferred to the Second Division, everyone knew his background, so they turned a blind eye to his training. He was fine at dealing with ordinary people, but against those who had truly trained, he was certainly no match.

He Liuyang nodded and said, "Alright, I will speed things up on this end." However, the military was not like a government department; it would still take some time to put into operation.