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A cold kiss fell, accompanied by a slight stinging sensation. Lan Shuang slowly opened her eyes wide; Lan Qing was drinking her blood to replenish her energy.

Countless animals died in the chain of disasters triggered by the explosion, leaving Xi Zhicai filled with self-blame.

"It's not that heavy; it will be fine after a while," Gin said, setting the hospital check-up form aside and saying with extreme irresponsibility, "Just right to make you behave for a while." Gin had seen injuries like this too many times; he had experienced much worse, and being covered in bruises was a common occurrence, nothing to make a fuss about.

"No way, could his cause of death be due to an overly intense shock?" Megure pinched his chin suspiciously. Everyone present wore speechless expressions. If that were really the case, this game would be far too dangerous, practically playing with one's life.

At that very moment, the powerful and resolute footsteps of the government soldiers gradually drew closer. The infantrymen in red armor looked like magma surging out of a volcanic crater, branching out upon reaching the estate and surrounding the small property. The cavalry lined up in battle array before the main gate, looking as though they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Pursue," Gin ordered without a moment's hesitation. Vodka and Vermouth ran toward the entrance. The latter had only taken a few steps when her phone suddenly vibrated. Vermouth stopped in her tracks, looking slightly stunned at the incoming call number displayed on the screen.

B: Unexpectedly, the murderer arrived first, and Ye Mengyin tragically fell victim. The killer left the scene quickly, appearing somewhat flustered, to the extent that the door was not even properly locked, but he had contacted an accomplice to clean up the crime scene.

Hiroyuki Furuhashi, a former undercover agent for the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Security Bureau and currently a high-ranking member of the dark organization known as Scotch Whiskey, found himself burdened with a massive debt to an international criminal organization at a tender age.

"Speak, what brings you to my place this late at night?" Director Jiang asked coldly, watching Lu Yi walk in.

"My Lord!" Amidst the quiet atmosphere, the two subordinates brought by Feng Yuan subconsciously stepped forward.

"I have always been curious about just how powerful your Burning Heaven Battle Body truly is. I hope you won't let me down today!" Tian Shang said, slightly excited, as the dual forces of Yin and Yang surged continuously around his body.

"Is she really not my older sister? She didn't have any reaction when she saw me." Leng Ruobing thought of this, and a wave of unmaskable disappointment instantly welled up in her heart.

After washing the bowls clean, I noticed the light in Zhang Tingting's room was still on, so I raised my hand and knocked on her door.

Regarding the pure physical strength of those armored mummies, Yang Tian reckoned that among all the people he had seen so far, no one could match the pure physical strength of the six mummies before him.

Neither Leng Ruobing nor Chenchen knew that the house had already been bought by Li Bai; they still thought he was renting it.

Before leaving, Noble Consort Wan cast a single glance at her. With calm composure, as if completely blind to the Consort's indignant and resentful gaze, she slightly dipped her knees in accordance with the proper protocol, signifying a respectful farewell to the Noble Consort.

Perhaps due to a shift in her state of mind? Upon hearing Murong Jue utter those words about marrying him once again, she no longer felt the aversion she had experienced previously.

The effect was indeed there; my spirit had recovered quite a bit. I figured it out—right under my nose, the chubby young man had no way of emptying out my supermarket.

When Zhou Ping projected himself to the side of the No. 1 Otherworldly Plane, it was already five hundred years after that groundbreaking magical experiment in Dream of the Red Chamber.

"Old scoundrel, since this sect is called the Spirit Puppet Sect, shouldn't it possess spirit puppets?" Yang Tian asked with a hint of anticipation.

No one knew what method Lei Batian had used, but in less than a month, Zi Lei's injuries had completely healed, and his cultivation appeared to have advanced significantly. He was now just a paper-thin layer away from becoming a Realm King God, needing only a single flash of enlightenment or opportunity to make the breakthrough.

In truth, even Feng Wuchen himself could not explain why, in just a few days, Hongzhao had completely captivated his entire mind and soul. Hongzhao's casual ease, freedom, and cheerfulness constantly drew his gaze, causing his heart to sink deeper day by day.

She gradually lost the ability to think, leaving only this kiss remaining in her mind. She felt as though she were floating among the clouds, her entire body feeling light and airy without a single point of leverage to anchor herself. Her hands unconsciously wrapped around Leng昊轩's waist, as if letting go would cause her to plummet from the heights of the clouds.

Thus, she foolishly allowed Leng Haoxuan to grab her arm, followed by a sensation of the world spinning around her, and then she was pinned down onto the sofa. This ought to have been such a romantic scene, the kind of shot found in countless idol dramas.

Ye Tianyun did not linger at the front. Even if he were to see Xiao Xiong, there was nothing left to discuss, so he walked straight toward the back mountain. Now, he wanted to distance himself from the front and devote all his time to the Twelve Forms of Xingyi, while also studying the Golden Bell Shield.

"I want to take these two into the Qingxuan Sect. I wonder what opinions the three elders might have," Ling Xiaochen said.

On the way home, Old Man Cheng remained virtually silent, while Pang Ruoqin and the others happily munched on sesame flatbreads along the way, cheerfully discussing the local customs and traditions. Xuekao even learned a few clumsy words of Sichuan dialect, sending everyone into fits of laughter, leaning back and forth. In no time at all, they were back at the doorstep of Old Man Cheng's house.

Tang Ning'an pondered for a moment. She knew very well that Xiao Yan loved Ningjing. Yet Ningjing had now become Mrs. Mo. This was indeed far too cruel for him. The words she had just spoken truly felt like successive blades plunging straight into his heart—and sharp blades smeared with potent poison at that.

He had just wanted to say Ye Tianyun, but the words reached the tip of his tongue before he remembered that the name he had given her was a fake. Now he had no choice but to let the mistake stand and sort things out when they met face-to-face.

Zhu Yan'er nodded vigorously, then instantly moved, flying up into the sky and following far behind Zhu Yan'er.

The more he spoke like this, the more the black-clad demon spirit sensed something was amiss. Either the Nanhua Immortal Venerable was deliberately saying this to trick him while actually lacking any defensive capability whatsoever, or the Nanhua Immortal Venerable had set a trap or possessed some kind of life-saving divine ability, waiting for him to approach so as to annihilate him in a single strike.

One could see that upon Wu Song's commandment knife, a ghastly pale light radiated outward, with countless skull apparitions circling the blade in a snapping, biting frenzy that sent a chill straight through anyone's heart. Yet Wu Song's expression remained calm as he slowly thrust his twin commandment blades forward, actually forcing back that writhing, clawing fire dragon.

However, what Li Ye failed to guess was that these Persians actually desired to restore their nation. The Jews had not even restored theirs yet, and these people were already thinking of rising up in rebellion against the Arab Muslims!