Chapter 36-[Inglês-Americano] Palhaço criando filhotes, não morreu, bem bom(O texto fornecido consiste em caracteres chineses que não podem ser utilizados na saída. Portanto, a tradução não pode ser fornecida de forma precisa sem um contexto claro para a expressão.)

Fan Yu smiled faintly, the confident curve of his lips causing Zixiao the Sacred Cloud to catch his breath.

These characteristics were enough to show that the Palace of Forgotten Returns was a human settlement with significant appeal. If it seemed lacking in prosperity, it was perhaps because the people here were simply understated and pragmatic.

The three of them quickly stowed their clothes away and began rubbing dirt and dust over their bodies before lying down on the ground. Their role as the rearguard was not only to scout for information but also to buy time, and thus they disguised themselves as beggars.

It was unclear which villager had let out a sudden cry, but Liu Fei immediately clutched his chest, hunched his arms, and crouched on the ground, letting out pained groans.

Fan Yu sneered. He opened his eyes wide and raised his head to stare directly into the elder's gaze.

As the light from the night-luminescent pearl flickered back and forth, he suddenly noticed a few air bubbles rising up from the mud.

Seeing Xia Zhiqing’s strictly professional demeanor, Wang Dong felt embarrassed to admit he had come there out of pure boredom. He fabricated a lie on the spot, making himself sound as if he were full of positive energy.

It seems this task is quite difficult—difficult to the point that only I can resolve it.

Looking at the old man lying on the ground, Lian Qingqing covered him with her own coat; lying on the ground in this weather was truly a torment.

Seeing the two of them depart, Wuchen looked at the mess left behind and could not help but snort coldly, his brow furrowing. With Asteroth arriving, things had become much more complicated.

To be honest, I felt quite uncertain myself. Would this damn thing actually work? I wasn't being swindled, was I?

"Wan'er greets Big Brother. You have been away for so long, and everyone has been worried. Seeing you return, Wan'er is truly overjoyed!" Wen Jingwan finally found an opening to speak.

"Come now, Mie Mie is a big sister already. Walk on your own. Hold Mother’s hand, and point where you want to go," Yang Liu'er said as she set Yang Yang down.

"Gathering firewood, what else could I be doing?" In a short while, Yang Liu'er had gathered a pile and carried it back.

"Xinghun, you shall have to bear a bit more of the blame for me. When we go to hell, I will burn plenty of paper money for you." Wuchen appeared somber on the surface, but he was blooming with joy inside; he had shifted the deaths of Gao Jianli and Yan Dan entirely onto Xinghun.

Suddenly, a strange sound came from the end of the hallway, like glass beads falling onto the floor. I looked toward the source, but the light at the end of the corridor was dim and unclear. I squinted for a moment, but beneath my gaze, the space was empty; there was nothing there.

This method was extremely dangerous. Even the slightest carelessness, where my blood clashed with the power of the corpse poison, would trigger the toxin instantly, causing the person before me to vanish into ashes.

Once Wen Qiongyuan and the others left, Wen Jingwan could not help but throw herself into Concubine Cui's arms and sob bitterly, as if she had suffered some great injustice. Old Madam Wen, feeling helpless, could only continue to whisper words of comfort by her side.

But when her eyes fell upon Long Yi, the arm she had raised so high dropped powerlessly to her side.

Seeing the squared-faced matron and the others panting and blushing with their exaggerated expressions, Li Yuntong inexplicably wanted to laugh.

Shu Nuan naturally would not speak of things she was unsure of, especially since she did not understand what had just happened.

What Xue Shisan wanted the Dragon Sovereign to do was to use the power of the Space-Time Compass to reverse time and witness the moment his Senior Brother Wang Ping arrived at the Martial God Star.

At this moment, Ling Ruo, held in Long Yi's arms, let out a soft moan. Perhaps the sound of the gunshot had awakened her; she opened her eyes and saw Long Yi.

Shu Nuan had come this time for the sake of the puppies, so now she had to get down to business.

Afterward, I tried looking at other authors' works. I was lucky enough to find one worth studying and reflecting upon.

Last night, after Master Fang and the others had left, Ye Zusheng had fallen unconscious; he had no idea what had happened afterward.

Ran Kongxia arrived at the company just in time. After signing in, she was assigned a desk by the window. Surrounded by strangers who all seemed incredibly busy, she did not even have the time to introduce herself.

"This jade pendant not only lacks the power to grant blessings, but it also consumes vital energy and draws malevolent spirits into the body," Li Yuntong said flatly.

Take Xu Qing, for example: his spiritual sense covered a radius of one hundred zhang on the ground, nearly three times that of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He hurriedly put it into his mouth, feeling a clear, fragrant scent permeate his dantian, leaving his entire body feeling indescribably comfortable. He secretly thought that the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill truly lived up to its reputation.

The black bear stood there, its head already gone, as a fountain of hot blood sprayed wildly from its neck.

The blood-stained red robe behind him suddenly burst open at this moment, erupting into a cloud of blood mist that simultaneously obscured the surrounding light.

"Do you have the confidence to kill this person?" Yang Guang waved away the people in the hall and muttered to himself.

In the end, it took the combined efforts of Elder Gongsun, Chen Li, and Daoist Mingyue to barely hold him back.

In other words, it turned out that Dong Zhong hadn't caused this riot after all, but rather his eldest uncle, He Jin?

No one knew if a guy in a monkey mask might suddenly rush over in the next second and gouge out their kidneys.

In a palace, Emperor Hongzhi sipped tea with a calm expression; there were only a few eunuchs in the grand hall.

Even with the arrival of a system, my luck as a "non-chief" had not undergone any major changes; I had actually pulled a curse.

Well, back to the matter at hand. After the calm Chen Tian spoke those words, the four Blue Moon sisters and the Sky-Mist Demon Tiger were trembling all over. That was a Nether-Death Realm beast, the highest level of beast in the lower planes; if it took a disliking to them and decided to attack, they would be unable to withstand it.

For some reason, Luo Mo always felt that Zhou Sichao's personality had changed. If he previously had a sense of weary old age that did not match his years, he had now discarded that weariness like trash, and the vitality of a young man had begun to revive within him.

His kick was delivered with immense force. After it struck my chest, I felt a churning sensation within, my blood flowing in reverse, and I could not help but open my mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

All he could do was find a way to create a breakthrough and escape before the Heaven-Reaching Realm experts arrived; only then would there be a glimmer of hope for survival.

The fat man glanced at Inar, then slowly loosened his grip and followed behind me toward the coffin.

No! Cheng Yang frowned. His spiritual sense scanned the golden nodes once more with meticulous detail. There was definitely something wrong with the restriction formation he perceived. If the formation changed in such a bizarre way, what was the point of the three elders being here? Were they just sitting in meditation?