38 Overthinking

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The ancients said that when the moon is full, people should be reunited. The moon is full now, so why can I still not wait for a reunion? Jun Wuyan sighed softly. The air was thick with a faint scent of cosmetics, interspersed with occasional cries of pain or sounds of pleasure. Jun Wuyan felt increasingly lonely.

Chenxi, arriving from the other side, glared indignantly at the depths of the bamboo forest where a figure had just emerged.

Chen Fei, who had never truly mastered his Divine Domain, prayed silently in this critical moment. He had possessed the Divine Domain for decades; it was not that he did not want to use it, but that he simply had no way to do so. The amount of true energy required was so vast that even with his reserves as deep as the sea, he dared not truly attempt it.

"I am sorry, but you may leave. My sister and I will not be separated," Da Wuhui said with a resolute expression.

Weiyang stood frozen in shock as Jun Wuyan suddenly twisted his face into a hideous mask, staring at her with wide, terrified eyes, as if she were some horrific monster.

"If I didn't kill him, are you suggesting he choked to death on his dinner?" came the reply, delivered in a teasing, casual tone.

Important locations naturally had guards; six burly men stood watch here, guarding two civilian houses. But this was really no big deal; Lin Jiaren had come prepared, as this was precisely the sort of scenario for which he used the shopkeeper's props.

With a metallic ring, the arrow was intercepted. Le Xiaoyao immediately dodged to the side, and as he did, the explosive effect of the flame arrow triggered.

Zheng Chenheng sighed softly, sat down beside Zheng Xichen, reached out to take his hand, and placed it gently on his own lap. Seeing this, the old man’s eyes blazed with fury; he had to clench his fists tightly to keep from walking over and slapping him to death.

Jiang Xiao masked his own aura to that of a mid-stage Quasi-Saint, making him appear entirely unremarkable in this place. Yet, even though Bao Buyuan and Bu Lixian tried their best to hide their cultivation, Jiang Xiao could still perceive their true levels.

Xuan Shen, who was preparing to turn off the screen and commentate on the match, never expected that the LPL Ninja War would feature his own character; he had assumed it was all professional players.

Without another word, Jiang Xiao left his home and flew toward the chaos. It happened that the direction of the Chaos Continent aligned with that of the Primordial Realm, so he activated his flying shuttle and headed straight for the Chaos Continent.

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"So, you’ve delivered these people to my doorstep, leaving them entirely at my mercy!" Zheng Chenheng said, his gaze sweeping with malice over the lazy, arrogant man standing beside Fu Rongxi.

Today was the first day back to work for adults after the Spring Festival, so Lu Shu’s business was quite good. With twenty minutes left before class, he had plenty of time—five minutes to get home and drop off his things, and five minutes to walk to school.

To them, Lu Hong and his companions had already done their best, and this situation was simply the final outcome.

Those men were currently gathered around the corpse of the Level 7 Spirit Monkey, looking puzzled. Upon hearing his words, they began to work, piling the corpses of the spirit monkeys on the ground to one side, awaiting Nangong Yunyao’s next command.

"Hey, acting like this is too childish! With a mindset like yours, how can you ever accomplish anything great?" Xichen could not help but speak up. His words sounded like a lecture, filled with a sense of disappointment that his expectations had not been met.

Just as Jiang Xiao was finishing a million years of watching the spectacle, he suddenly sensed a series of familiar auras emanating from this world, though they vanished in an instant. He calmed his mind to sense them again, but in this world of molten earth, he could detect nothing more.

The mansion had no visible windows or doors, which made me suspect for a moment that it was a bunker left over from wartime. It was only later that I realized we were likely looking at the back of the house.

Dong Zhuo nearly choked on his own saliva. Although Liu Bei’s influence was nothing to boast about, anyone capable of being his boss must possess unfathomable power.

For Lin Yue, this was the first time Zheng Hai and Lin Xing had ever heard such a statement, let alone the other members of the Dawn United Republic. They were stunned for a moment, completely surprised by Lin Yue’s decision.

Looking back now, he realized that Empress Dowager He had played a brilliant hand. She had the courage to sacrifice herself to save her family of three, escaping the clutches of the devil. Now, not knowing where she was living in carefree leisure, he truly envied her.

Everyone was preparing to retreat. Jie had surrounded the Wushan Palace. Honestly, if he wanted to, he could take the Wushan Palace in an instant. But having reached this level of cultivation, shouldn't he be allowed to enjoy his own victory?

Especially now that Liu Chuan had returned, the future troubles were truly eradicated—provided, of course, that Liu Chuan did not die.

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If Sun Ce refused to form an alliance, then the Cao and Lü families would immediately cross the river to the south, first annihilating Sun Ce and then Liu Bei.

Fourteen held his hand in mid-air. As Axing chewed on a shrimp, she saw this and giggled, saying, "Father, in Mother's heart, I am much more important than you." Fourteen glared at her, but she was not afraid and only laughed the more merrily.

"Xiliang is so far away, I can't reach it even if I wanted to help. Aren't you making things difficult for me?" Cao Cao frowned.

"Just tell your friend. Next time the two of them are doing it, just don't let her partner wear a condom." I finished speaking, my heart racing. This was the first time I had made such a joke with Xu Qing, and I didn't know if she would hang up on me.

In Antas, a bottom-up attachment relationship rooted in violence was the most normal state of affairs. Once one grasped this, looking at the many kingdoms struggling under the oppression of imperial and divine power, some righteous people felt that the rule of the Frost-Winged Dragon could hardly be called evil.

In the Upper Chapter Realm, there were very few powerful techniques, magic treasures, or wonders involving the Dao of Time, let alone a life-bound sword aura of the Dao of Time. Thus, the experts of the various major sects were unsure of exactly what the Fengge Sword Aura could achieve.

The two of them fell into deep contemplation after his profound words, unable to shake the lingering thoughts for a long time.

"I told you not to talk so much nonsense, didn't I? Why must you be like this?" The man with a face like congealed lard, staring intently at the food debris between his teeth, spoke word by word. His voice was so cold and chilling that it made one's hair stand on end.