66 Eliminating Information Discrepancies-Após os filhos dos méritos militares serem ordenados pelo imperador para realizarem os exames imperiais e entrarem em serviço(o humilde tal)

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Deputy General Manager An—these words struck like a bolt from the blue, leaving me utterly stunned and incapable of any reaction.

Sometimes, silence is more terrifying than anything else, especially when the person before you has already been provoked by your own actions.

Su Wuyang pulled open the door and stepped outside. As far as the eye could see, the entire staircase was stained with blood, and Zheng Yang lay sprawling on the living room floor, covered in crimson. She hurried down the steps, taking two or three at a time, but her foot slipped, and she tumbled directly down the stairs.

The Nether Blood Ghost Feng'er transformed into a gigantic, bloody chaos beast and opened its maw, swallowing the sword-qi-formed true dragon whole. I was immensely shocked; the Nether Blood Ghost was evidently capable of far more than mere unpredictable trickery. She had probably only been toying with me before, but now she was playing for real.

A split second later, I intended to invoke the Maoshan Deity-Summoning Technique. Even if it meant death, I would not sit passively and await my doom; I would fight to the bitter end. Although I knew I was no match for the Masked Man, before I could even cast the spell, he flashed directly in front of me and pressed his finger against the center of my brow.

Ling Miao rarely exercised and lacked muscle definition, but he was one of those people who never gained weight no matter how much he ate. Consequently, even after long periods of staying indoors, his waist, back, and abdomen remained free of excess fat, and his fair, smooth skin easily drew the gazes of others.

With his heart trembling in terror, Ling Yang crossed the second suspension bridge and finally set foot on solid ground. The creaking sounds of the wooden planks on the bridge and the violent swaying amidst the howling mountain winds left an indelible trauma deep within his heart.

A finger stopped right against Ling Miao’s chest. His heart leapt to his throat, unsure of what move that person would make next.

After finishing dinner, Ling Miao finally began typing his manuscript. Ji Linxi glanced at him and let out an inexplicable sigh.

Both of these Body Tempering Realm cultivators were exceptionally strong; whichever one won would likely become their opponent in the next round. Therefore, they had to size them up in advance.

Tu Wa froze instantly, his clay-molded eyes staring fixedly at A Jiao. He muttered a long stream of angry curses and stretched out a finger to attack her. Yet the black Qi emanating from his fingertips was deflected by the golden light radiating from her body before it could even touch her.

Shortly after fleeing, he heard a commotion behind him. Turning his head, he saw the Black Dragon King intercepted by demons, spewing magma amidst the demonic army.

Lamplight drifted across the market, casting a hazy, dim glow over it, yet from a distance, the scene looked cold and eerily bluish-green.

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Watching Gu Jianmiao intimately lean in close to Ji Wujing's ear, Ye Yunyue pressed her lips together. A sense of loss welled up inside her, but she refused to be discouraged, secretly cheering herself on.

Qian Er had been drinking loach soup for three consecutive days and was preparing to test its efficacy to see if loach soup really lived up to its legendary reputation. Just as he was abruptly interrupted, he transferred twenty thousand yuan to A Jiao.

"So, that WeChat message just now was actually sent by you?" Qiu Jiaze opposite him stared fixedly at Tang Huang with a deadpan, serious expression.

Her hair and garments looked exquisite in every detail, with a dot of vibrant blood-red between her brows. Chufu plucked a strand of her own hair and asked A Jiao to pull out one of hers as well.

Madam Xiao displayed an expression of respectful admiration toward Aunt Ge, and Shaoshang likewise reined in her internal contempt. Originally, she had assumed that any household capable of raising someone like Lady Ge could not possibly be of high quality, but now she realized how narrow-minded she had been.

Traces of blood seeped from between his teeth, and the fair skin on the back of his hand instantly ruptured. Huo Buyi seemed entirely unaware, looking like a dashing young gentleman trimming the lampwick for his beloved, his expression intensely focused and moving as he meticulously applied medicinal powder to every bloody hole on her arm.

Xiao Guan had been keeping vigil within the hall, but today he sat drinking wine in the courtyard, never expecting to encounter her by chance beneath the wisteria tree. He wondered how the beauty, who in the past had possessed a lively, spirited, and refreshing appearance despite her sickly facade, had now become reduced to this—her hair knot coming undone and draped loosely across her neck, her dark eyes vacant and her head hanging low.

One had to admit that the White Stone Empire was indeed brimming with vitality. Even when facing such a desperate predicament, a vast number of soldiers and civilians still chose to fight to the bitter death.

Liquan produced a Fire-Warding Pearl to shield both herself and the Green Firefly within her, and the group flew out through the pitch-black window, landing safely and soundly beneath the Princess's Tower.

The Third Brother was extremely worried. Seeing An Xuan leave, he hurried over to speak. He had witnessed firsthand how terrifying that corpse-tomb was last night—an entity that remained completely undestroyed even after being struck by divine lightning. Setting aside the fact that a Gu master had yet to show their face, even if it were just this single corpse-driver, it would still be more than enough to choke us.

Zhao Jing pulled two Soul-Suppressing Talismans from his pocket and flicked them away with a whoosh, slapping them onto the foreheads of the two infants.

At the very least, however, the Uncle Sam Grand Fleet had been largely annihilated, the three Koch brothers were dead, and Sam’s golden armor had been retrieved.

Liquan had put Prince Consort Liu into a trance, and he leaned drowsily against her bosom, sleeping for who knows how long. With the help of Lingbi, the Princess drove the ox-cart dashing back toward the estate. By the time they reached the Ximen breach, Cheng Da had already been waiting anxiously there for a long time.

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Stat points were added directly without requiring Xu Jia to allocate them manually. His level had already reached 47, bringing him ever closer to the Fifth Tier.

By simply cross-referencing the directions taken by these few individuals, it would be quite easy to find the ultimate intersection of their routes.

He had originally intended to make a call to Zhao Ziwei to inquire about the final aftermath of that day's events in the auditorium, but after a moment's thought, he decided against it. He did not wish to become overly entangled in factional struggles; besides, neither Liu Qing nor Zhao Ziwei had actively sought him out, so he could simply sit back and watch the tigers fight from the mountain.

Helpless to withstand such a blow, He Li clutched his groin and collapsed backward without even managing to make a sound.

"Oh? And why is that?" Ye Shi Bingquan, eager to probe the Prince of Demons' background, pressed the question to the end.

Pressing his advantage—especially since the personnel of Haidong Industries had also unleashed their design constraints—they struck from miles away whenever an enemy entered their line of sight, making the journey a miserable ordeal for their foes.

Upon hearing this, Jidao Xuanjue's brows twitched imperceptibly. After that, the two remained silent until Jidao Xuanjue, led by Hengdao Yuanbie, arrived at the Royal Hall.

Shortly afterward, Canghai Xing pulled out the long sword strapped to his back. Wielding it in a single hand, the aura around him surged to the absolute peak of his cultivation, forcing Qian Xingyun and the players trailing behind him to stagger back several steps before they could barely withstand Canghai Xing's overwhelming pressure.

After listening to Tang Hai's words, Xie Tian casually sat down across from him, lit a cigarette, exhaled a long cloud of thick smoke, and cut straight to the chase without beating around the bush, looking intently at Tang Hai.

However, as first-year students, we would first have to undergo a magical theory exam to qualify for the official exams, testing our mastery of magical theory over the past half-semester. As for why such an exam existed in the first place, none of us knew.