Chapter 40-[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.)

Qian Qiuxue, another rising hope for the Qian family, found herself forced into an arranged marriage with the Luo family. Only by securing their support could she prevent the Qian family from being swallowed up by rival clans.

Xia Shuran couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. Even with wealth at her disposal and her own family as a backing, she felt too accustomed to her comfort zone, fearing she would eventually fall behind Xia Xinnian.

Unlike low or mid-grade spirit fruits, high-grade ones are unique. Once plucked from the vine, they wither instantly, and their medicinal potency dissipates with equal speed. Therefore, high-grade spirit fruits must be harvested and consumed on the spot.

Veins bulged on Kong Xu’s forehead; fury threatened to consume his heart and lungs. There was no one else around, only the hiss and crackle of the fire.

Thinking of his master, Thirty-Two recalled the magical beasts he had dispatched to contact Twenty-Seven and the others. It was truly strange; why had there been no word from them since yesterday?

Li Jiale and Lu Dongkui walked at the very back. Since Li Jiale had been looking after Lu Dongkui, everyone tacitly left the responsibility of watching over him to Li Jiale.

"Eat some bread. You can't go to save people on an empty stomach." Lan Yanxi handed him a piece, then offered some to Chu Lie and the driver. Terrified, they waved their hands in refusal, claiming they had already eaten and dared not snatch "bread of love" from the Vice President.

Compared to the trade of physical goods, the trade of intelligence is quite unique. While other trades offer tangible items, intelligence only provides the information one seeks.

Mo Qianyan struck with violent force. Had his strength not been so depleted, he would have crushed the elderly demon tribesman instantly.

In a cluttered corner of the ruins, Loulan found a massive night-pearl. She brushed it off and channeled her inner energy into the sphere, causing the dim orb to flare with light.

"Good, good!" Upon hearing this, Duan Xiongchao immediately began slapping his own face. The sound was crisp and loud; it seemed he realized the gravity of his blunder and spared no effort in his self-punishment.

Fewer and fewer parts of Meng Fan’s body remained under his control. The vine finally reached his lips, and he clamped them shut, but the tube-like vine immediately probed toward his nostril. Seeing this, Meng Fan opened his mouth to bite down on it, but the vine began to writhe, attempting to burrow into his throat.

Yet the sound drew closer to Meng Fan with every passing moment. He had to run with everything he had; he didn't want to experience their lethality, fearing that if he did, he would never see the sun rise again.

Li Quan pulled the blade out slowly, then swiftly struck the man’s head with the hilt. With a dull thud, the man collapsed, unconscious.

"Bang!" Meng Fan was slammed against the wall again, but Ni Tianxing was sent flying backward in return. His face was ash-gray, clearly injured as well.

Sun Xun could hear the dissatisfaction in Yang Xueming’s tone, but he had no time to dwell on it. The situation had escalated; he had to report it to the school administration immediately.

It was a muscular man nearly three meters tall, completely naked and hairless, lacking any sexual organs. His features were regular, yet a closer look revealed an underlying sense of evil.

Qin Yan’s eyes were deep as an abyss, his pupils swirling like vortexes, exerting an infinite pull that dragged the old poison-master’s soul into a void of sensationless emptiness.

"It’s good enough that there’s a red envelope at all; don’t take it back," Xie Siqi said with a grin, quickly tucking it into her pocket.

Therefore, when faced with someone as ruthless as Meng Fan, their bravado was nothing more than a hollow performance, utterly useless.

Li Yang took the token in a daze, and a wave of sorrow welled up within him again. Before he could speak, a massive explosion thundered from high above.

This story is not immune to clichés. If it were, it wouldn't be the work of an eighteenth-rate hack, a hodgepodge of tropes written by a twenty-ninth-rate failure.

The old man caught Tan Jing’s palm, but as their hands met, his previously disdainful expression shifted violently. Like a seasoned tiger, he recovered instantly, twisted his hand, and broke free from Tan Jing’s iron-like grip.

For those with limited intellect, such empty threats were highly effective; the two men stopped glaring and immediately adopted a sycophantic demeanor.

Tan Jingyi reached out and took Tan Jing’s hand. "You're acting like a child. We were destined to be together. We are each other’s luck, and neither of us owes more to the other than the rest." Just like that, it was perfect—meeting you.

Lian Haiping could hardly believe his nonsense. He felt as though everything below his waist had lost all sensation, as if the lower half of his body had vanished. The feeling was as bizarre as it was terrifying; an ordinary person could never endure it.

For reasons unknown, the situation on the battlefield was bizarre. It was less of a clash between two armies and more of a chaotic slaughter where one side took advantage of the mayhem to wreak havoc.

Cheng Chumuo, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, spotted Wang Xingxin struggling in Heiwa’s arms. Just as he was about to intervene, he saw Daniu wink at him and immediately understood.

"They are a legitimate couple. Xiangsi will have to marry eventually. Although that Mo Jun is only slightly inferior to me, he is still acceptable!" The man embraced Jiang Bingxue.

Why must they insist on making things difficult for themselves? Why must they desperately seek validation in front of him? They were nothing but morons.

"You want to talk to him?" Yang Yue looked at Su Yang, surprised, not understanding why Su Yang would have such a thought.

However, this was only a broad-spectrum detection. Compared to the precise scouting and trap-disarming skills of a rogue, "Super Perception" could only provide a vague sense of surroundings—leaving one with the awkward inability to pinpoint exact locations or disarm traps, forcing a brute-force approach.

Among the rare gifted evolvers, some possess elemental affinities. Take our protagonist, Yan Ming, for example: after absorbing an electric current, his cells became saturated with electrical energy, turning him into a lightning-affinity evolver.

"Where do I post quests?" Zhang Yuanhang asked casually, walking toward the window ahead.

After a long silence, Ling Yunchao and Xiao Zihan looked up at the same time and spoke in unison: "Yang-ge! I choose to stay." They looked at each other in surprise, then shared a smile.