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Xue'er, however, did not tremble in the slightest. With Lang Qi by her side, she felt an extraordinary sense of peace; even knowing that being struck by the projectile would mean death, she felt no fear.

Above the head of the bizarre, creature-like vehicle, a vibrant voice rang out. Seeing her appearance, Lang Qi could not help but gape in astonishment.

Human reason can sometimes govern the heart, but if one's desires are strong enough, nothing can truly stand in the way of those swelling ambitions.

Where is this? This is not the stone chamber of my own cave dwelling... nor is it the bedroom in Qingwei Residence... This is a place entirely unknown to me.

To be honest, it had already been two weeks since she entered the Huo family estate, but she had only ever seen the garden while rushing in and out. She had never truly stopped to take a careful look, yet now, Huo Ting was standing right in the middle of the courtyard.

Author’s Note: You big fool, next time remember to tell the doctor exactly where it hurts and what your symptoms are. Don’t be vague. Also, remember to be more attentive; don’t forget to pick up your medicine or follow the doctor's instructions. Be more careful.

Xuan Yuanqi’s eyes widened in shock. He never imagined that Ye Zihan could be so heartless. She struck without a moment's hesitation, giving him no chance to react. Before he could even plead for mercy, Ye Zihan’s sword had already pierced his heart.

I wanted to tell you to take your idiot admirer and get out of here, but in the end, I restrained myself. After all, I am an elder; if an elder cannot keep his cool, how can he maintain control over the bigger picture?

He had secretly vowed to himself that he would protect her for the rest of his life and shield her from the storms, yet now, the woman he loved had been injured right under his nose.

Lian Yun had originally sought a sword gifted by the progenitor Ouyezi, and the remaining blades were almost equivalent to the entirety of Divine Sword Mountain. There were not just ten thousand famous swords, but hundreds of thousands. Although some had been distributed, quite a few still remained.

"Su—" The father of Hu Mang among the villagers had his mouth immediately covered by others. Chi Zhuo stood up, his brow furrowed.

Upon entering the floral room, the temperature was moderate and the air was fragrant as spring. There were no medical instruments in sight, making one feel as if they were submerged in a sea of flowers.

"Bang!" "Bang!" Two sounds echoed in succession. The black flying knife struck the golden light barrier with brutal force, causing it to shake violently. The golden short sword cleaved into the black barrier, causing the black screen of light to tremble slightly.

Most sects focused on body cultivation either have a large number of pharmacists or maintain partnerships with external factions specialized in training them. Pharmacists assist body cultivators in concocting necessary potions and even provide guidance on the use of auxiliary materials, taking a commission in return.

As a basketball player, to not even know this—does he have any shame? In truth, he was just playing mind games with Hilton.

Tang Youran stood beneath the company building, looked up at the azure sky, and took a deep, refreshing breath. Silently, she whispered "Go for it" to herself before heading inside.

With a thunderous boom, the golden light severed the mountain peak at its waist, and everything above the mountainside began to slide slowly toward the ground.

With a clear path all the way to the company, Gu Yu had been seated in his office for less than two minutes when Qin Jianyang burst in like a gust of wind.

The Purple Lightning Condor landed steadily in the Imperial Garden of the Heavenly Saint Palace. A silver-haired man dressed in purple Taoist robes jumped lazily off the condor's back and appeared before the crowd.

Hua Ziyuan immediately spoke up; in truth, he had never intended to kill Long Yuan, for he knew that if he did, the Hua and Long families would be turned upside down.

Huangfu Yi looked at Murong Xue with shining eyes and nodded. He hadn't been watching TV anyway, and the time that had just passed felt as agonizingly long as an eternity.

Murong Xue tightened her grip on her phone, feeling for the first time a sense of hesitation over whether she should answer.

The old man was dressed in a black robe, with sword-like brows and piercing eyes, exuding an air of authority that commanded fear even without anger. Even a single glance from him was enough to make one’s spine chill with dread.

If they wish to become the architects of the rules, they must possess formidable strength, yet the architects of rules do not draft them haphazardly.

At the headquarters of the Wang Group in the capital, Wang Yuanshan was sitting in his office with Wang Jing and Wang Lin when he received the call from Long Yuan.

Although she said that, I could clearly hear the hint of tears in Ye Shanshan's voice. I did not blame her; instead, my heart felt warm.

I nodded, and the Yin-Yang Sword materialized in my hand. If the three-headed monster continued to advance, I would certainly strike.

Actually, Chu Yu was born to be an empress, but it was a pity that she had missed her chance back then. Now that Chu Yu already had children several years old, it was too late for her to feel regret.

Yao Yao spread her hands with a look of feigned innocence, then buried her face in the refrigerator, pretending to eat something very intently.

Chen Wei noticed that although the fox spirit could transform into a human, the demonic aura on her was extremely faint.

The ten newly initiated genius disciples were officially admitted into the main peak of the Sword Sect, becoming core disciples.

The reason the mansion’s architecture seemed to be dancing in the sky was clearly because it had been launched upward by the shockwaves generated by the battle between those four powerful figures.

When she sat in the cockpit, her hands kept shaking—not from panic, but from overexertion. These were simulated human physiological data; in reality, Cheng Yiyi would only need to circulate her spiritual energy once to be fine.

A flash of light passed before his eyes, and Zhan Shaoqing was knocked to the ground. "Pfft!" He spat out a mouthful of blood. His wounds were bleeding incessantly. His cultivation was even lower than Zhuo Hua's, and he knew well that both he and Zhuo Hua were now at the end of their tether.