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Inside the Hall of Autumn Leaves, True Immortal Qiye watched with great interest a precious mirror in his hand, which displayed the scene of the training ground. Seated beside him was a True Immortal dressed in purple.

His whole life had been spent in fervent pursuit. He yearned for the hearts of the myriad people to turn toward him, for the empire of Great Qin to endure for ten thousand generations, and for the vast land of China to be fractured no more.

The vast majority of the students in Class 5 of Grade 3 rushed out of their classrooms and onto the playground while other classes were still in session, only to find that the ringleader, Zhen Zhi, was nowhere to be found.

Moreover, upon drawing closer, one could catch whiffs of a rich and captivating fragrance—a delicate scent, utterly alluring, that made people yearn to take a bite and taste the flavor of the Nourishing Origin Fruit.

She mentally apologized to Senior Brother Lin Zhu, realizing she would likely stand him up at dawn tomorrow. However, given what a wonderful person Senior Brother Lin Zhu was, he surely wouldn't mind her appearing before the Hall of Purple Qi. By then, she could easily brush it off with a fabricated excuse like being too excited and unable to sleep, prompting her to come out early.

Upon arriving in the Immortal Realm of Mortals, Longxuzi immediately began plotting against the traitors of the Boundless Sea Sect and the Wind and Moon Sect, his mind bogged down with endless troubles without requiring anyone to read his expressions.

In the blink of an eye, the scorching month of July arrived. The sun baked the bluestone pavement of the Zhao Family Town until it was hot enough to fry an egg, its venomous heat deterring anyone from venturing outside casually. People only wished to stay in the shade, seek a cup of cooling tea to dispel the heat, and drift into a deep sleep.

As a carefree ancient god enjoying leisure, failing to contribute anything to the myriad living beings of the Great Wilderness was one thing, but surely he could not bring disaster upon the Great Wilderness after losing his sanity.

Draped in a black cloak with only his eyes exposed, Ximen Wuxue was cunning and crafty. Whenever Dongfang Bowang fought desperately, he would use evasion as his primary strategy, refusing to engage in a head-on clash. Yet whenever Dongfang Bowang tried to rescue someone, Ximen Wuxue would unleash lethal strikes with every move, pinning Dongfang Bowang down.

Fortunately, the Fire Mars Baby had a clear train of thought. He helped me sort things out, allowing me to roughly deduce that that period of time must have been lost somewhere beneath the sanatorium.

Gu Kui and Bu You nearby were also secretly terrified; the power of Li Feng was simply beyond anything they could imagine.

Fearing that he might injure the other able-bodied men, Shen Fei could never find a suitable opportunity to smash the glass downward, yet he could not simply wait passively for an opportunity either. Fortunately, possessing the clarity of a bystander, he called Niu Kelian over for an emergency consultation, instructing him to enter the battle by attacking the fierce beast from behind, doing his utmost to alter the creature's direction of attack.

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Gazing deeply in the direction of the Imperial Palace in the capital, Li Feng resolutely turned around and stepped onto the path leading to Changzhou. Next, he would go to greet the challenges that belonged to him. Whether he would soar or fall was yet unknown. But Li Feng believed that he would not lose, nor would he die in Changzhou; this would be the supreme opportunity for him to soar.

On February 16, Yao Ming and Long Jinjiang went together to watch the Rookie Challenge, cheering on their national team teammates Yi Jianlian and Sun Yue.

"What!" Hearing the news transmitted back by the messenger carrier pigeon, Elder Long hastily stood up and jumped to his feet.

If being able to make the audience forget the character itself is a technique of an actor, then you cannot pry emotion and technique apart. Where on earth is there an actor who is entirely composed of techniques without a shred of emotion?

Even Tsangyang Gyatso wrote poetry: I have ever worried that deep affection would harm my ascetic vows; yet entering the mountains, I fear parting from this peerless beauty. How can the world provide a perfect solution, failing neither the Buddha nor you?

Li Xuanjing rubbed his hands together, revealing a mischievous grin as he stepped forward, closing in until Jiang Lier retreated repeatedly, nearly stumbling and falling.

That afternoon, Fang Zhe, who had moved into his new home only a few days prior, took a private jet to Jianghai City to attend and witness the cooperative signing ceremony between the two parties.

Gao Jie understood instantly, though he now had his back to Tang Li and had no idea whether she had actually heard it or not.

Yet at such a moment, what made Tang Luoluo feel utterly exasperated was this very thing.

"If I were you, I'd knock his head right off," Orobou—no, Oner—said resentfully as he passed by Gao Jie.

Gu Yanening picked up his cloak, put it on, and scooped Yu Yue into his arms, shielding her within the crook of his arm, though he did not step outside.

He had never counted on this spiritual artifact of unknown function to truly help him escape from the jaws of death; he had already faced everything peacefully, including death itself.

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On the main street, not a single pedestrian could be seen. Thick black smoke billowed from numerous places, yet no one came to put out the fires.

However, Chen Fei immediately thought of his friend. Since that person had previously managed to even dispatch the Public Security Bureau to attack the Black Alliance, dealing with a piece of land like this should be a breeze for him.

For some reason, Gao Tong's eyes suddenly flashed with tears. Unbothered by the fact that Gao Jie was right in front of her, she wiped them away directly with her hand.

Mu Hongliang believed that Muge was also an extremely capable girl. Setting aside the fact that she was Xiao Moxuan's wife, based solely on her identity as a special forces soldier, she could not possibly be entirely ordinary. Therefore, if she truly wanted to find out about Xiao Moxuan's whereabouts, she would surely be able to figure it out to some extent, wouldn't she?

At this moment, Jing Lingjing, standing to the side, offered an explanation, "Speaking of which, this can also be considered a rather senior veteran leader of our China, slightly younger than the old patriarchs of our two families. The biggest difference is that the two old patriarchs have already stepped back from managing affairs, while this veteran leader is still in charge." One could call him vigorously youthful despite his age.

The hallway was bustling with people coming and going, and from time to time, gazes fell upon Lin Yun, all of them wearing rather peculiar expressions. Hidden beneath that strangeness was a trace of disdain and mockery, utterly inexplicable.

Pang Yan and Wang Cheng combined their forces to number in the tens of thousands, and after days of continuously manufacturing siege ladders, they should have been able to capture Xianyang. At the critical moment, Zhang Liao drew two thousand soldiers from the Changyang garrison to reinforce them, delaying Pang Yan's siege progress.

Nidour and Gasol exchanged glances, and then began to carefully examine the documents in their hands.

Jing Ye watched from afar as Zhou Tianbao charged into the enemy ranks. By now, the Qi army was already in complete chaos, and Zhou Tianbao's slaughter was as unstoppable as a bamboo being split down the middle. After taking a brief glance, Jing Ye turned and pulled Ouyang Hua toward the back mountain to leave.

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