Act like a grown man pulling a stunt like this, have you no shame?

Ye Jingxiao looked at his younger sister with a pitying expression, and then glared at Zhan Yunzhou, who was putting on a pitiful act.

Seething with anger, he pointed right at Zhan Yunzhou’s nose and scolded, "I pulled on you several times just now and couldn't budge you at all, yet the moment you saw Ranran arrive, you immediately pretended to fall."

"I did not," Zhan Yunzhou replied, keeping his head lowered, acting as if he was completely oblivious to Ye Jingxiao's fury.

This only fueled Ye Jingxiao's rage even more. "You're still putting on an act in front of me? A grown man pulling a stunt like this, have you no shame at all?"

"No, I just wanted to show you the scenery. By the way..." Jiu Jiu looked at Xuannai with a troubled expression.

The world was instantly washed in black, white, and red. A golden magic array spun beneath Jiu Jiu's feet, and time froze.

"Haha, here's your phone back, thanks a lot... My dad agreed to sell the cow, and when he does, he'll mail the money over for me to buy a phone," Xiao Fangxiang said, beaming with excitement.

It was the same dungeon where Diana had previously led a team to break the record, though the current record holder was no longer Frost and Moon, but another guild.

Therefore, Ling Hao's plan to transfer the merit points he had just acquired into his own identity token fell through as well.

However, the people of the Purple Spirit Palace had no idea that what awaited them were three hundred-level powerhouses, each stronger than the last.

It seemed as though they cared deeply for one another and mutual admiration flowed between them. Yet at times, they felt like total strangers. Inside the classroom, they could talk freely about anything.

As for the pay, that was secondary, because Lin Huanle knew that even if he and Liu Jing went to participate, they would definitely just be playing minor background roles with screen time lasting mere seconds at best. What truly mattered was the significance of the endeavor.

At this very moment, even Jiu Jiu could not figure out what kind of mood she was in. Anger, pleasure, and unfulfilled desire—three extreme emotions—were all mixed together in her heart.

Wen Sheng mechanically followed the two emissaries into the boundless snow, and then she felt some kind of power flowing beneath her feet.

Such a reaction still left Supervisor Huang unable to save face; if he didn't teach the man before him a lesson today, he would definitely become a laughingstock.

"Give all the money to me, we'll pool it together to open an account, and once we make a profit, we'll split it proportionally," Li Feng suggested.

Zhao Yao experienced this dream in fragments, incomplete as it was. When he woke up, he had forgotten most of the content, retaining only vague and hazy impressions.

Liuli loved her father dearly, and for his sake, she would gladly lay down her life. Coming to the White Lotus Sacred Land this time was less about saving the villagers and more about saving her father.

Seeing this, the figure in black was consumed by rage so intense it felt as though his eyes would split. "Attack! You must seize the fragment at all costs," he commanded his three remaining subordinates before charging together at Mu Youluo.

Hearing Pei Yan's words, her mind stopped thinking, and she repeated that sentence over and over again in her head.

"Do you know how they died?" Qiu Jingcheng asked with a beaming smile, licking his lips.

Wen Yu's voice carried a unique, vibrant, and unrestrained vitality amidst its gentleness, reminiscent of cicadas chirping in midsummer or camphor trees lining the street.

Before long, Imperial Eunuch Zhao emerged once again, located Feng Moyan—who was pretending to walk away—and led him back inside.

Unless they could force Xu Yang and the other three to reveal a clear vulnerability, it seemed the ten sword cultivators intended to continue this war of attrition indefinitely.

Uncle Zhang had made up his mind and was preparing to carry out his decision, but right at that moment, Wang Tianxin seemed to have noticed something and glanced at the housekeeper.

Hearing a voice enter his ears, Jun Zeyu, the Monarch of Eastern Chu, who had been sitting cross-legged upon a celestial court floor paved with ninety-nine black swamp gems, abruptly opened his eyes.

"Chen Qiusheng hates you. That's hardly surprising. He is treacherous and cunning; I'm afraid Yue Ziyang will ultimately fail to escape his scheming. A dog cannot change its habit of eating feces—doesn't Yue Ziyang understand that? Even if he conquers Jiangcheng and becomes the overlord, could Chen Qiusheng possibly endure it? It would be a miracle if he didn't rebel!" I said.

"Section Chief Dou flatters me. Fundamentally speaking, our stances are aligned, and seeking common ground while reserving differences is the best path for development," Su Huanzhang replied with a smile.