Chapter 61-[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.)

At that very moment, Bian Yuanhang, Yuan Han, and Zhang Dong were preparing for their second meeting with Director Zhang.

Shui Qing was unconcerned. Business is business; anyone who wouldn't haggle and actually accepted three thousand would surely be a fool.

Wu Jie remained silent as well, offering only a faint smile before taking out the Heavenly Spirit Bracers from the Artisan God's storage bag and handing them to her.

Meanwhile, the formation of chaotic soldiers shifted once again into a square array, pressing step by step toward Feng Bo'e.

Suddenly, Zhou Dao caught a faint scent drifting into his nostrils. Having studied quite a bit under the Poison Elder, his sense of smell was far more acute than that of an ordinary person.

"With absolutely nothing there, how could you still speak with such utter confidence about their formidable skills? Damn it." Finally, Chen Yu could no longer hold back and let out a crude curse.

First, there was his eldest brother; unless it was an absolute crisis, he preferred not to bother him, as he lacked heaven-reaching capabilities. Second, there was Young Master Tongtian. Since this matter started because of him, blowing it out of proportion would benefit no one. Pondering this, Fan Tian could not help but pull out his phone. At this urgent juncture, his top priority was to arrange everything, meeting changes with constancy so as not to be manipulated by others.

"Wen Huan, you habitually use Tiffany, but because your plan required you to act under the guise of Ghost Face, you deliberately avoided it that day, didn't you?" Once the scent of roses was detected on Ghost Face, there was no need for doubt—she could confirm her identity outright.

Chen Yu had never expected Yuan Yin's arrival. How could she appear and disappear like a phantom at any moment? Seeing the confusion on Chen Yu's face, a triumphant Yuan Yin informed him that the "love letter" he gave her had already laid bare every single detail about him.

"Damn, Director Yu is truly confident, making someone concede defeat just like that and turning a hater into a fan overnight," commented the user known as *Pumping In and Out*.

Having been companions with Swain for so long, Lor'themar naturally hoped Swain would come to no harm; otherwise, Lor'themar would never be able to forgive himself.

Liu Yi looked at them and saw that they were all injured. Although the wounds were not fatal, they were by no means light either.

Reaching out to touch it, he found that his palm passed right through the fiery red gauze-like mist; this piece of mist could be seen but not touched, which was truly bizarre.

Casting his gaze down toward the open space below, the giant net descended, instantly enveloping the entire area completely.

After all, Paradise Cinema belonged to an affiliated theater chain, meaning they had their own scheduling system. The cinema only allocated a fixed portion of time slots on online ticketing platforms, while managing the rest according to their own arrangements.

Li Shenfan felt a stir in his heart. As a proud prodigy of the White Supreme Sword Sect, he was naturally well aware of the exploits of the Supreme Blade Demon.

"Have the savage beasts besieged the city?" For a moment, everyone was startled, quickly grabbing their weapons and preparing for battle.

At last, with only the final few seconds remaining, as the countdown hit zero, the familiar sensation of dizziness washed over him, followed by the familiar space.

Xiaojie shrugged without refuting. Listening to Hawkeye's words, the somewhat impulsive idea in Xiaojie's mind was instantly doused with a bucket of cold water.

"It's fine, as long as there's a ride," Wu Lianji replied without demands. In truth, he was self-aware—what qualifications did he have to make demands at a time like this?

Shang Zhen and his men were already hiding in the woods at the foot of the mountain. Following his command, he led the majority of his men running toward the west, while Qiao Xiong's group set up their grenade launchers right there.

Yet Ye Jun had no recollection of ever discussing any cooperation or conflict with this Jiang Ye—neither he nor the previous Ye family. Why would he seek to frame Xuanhe Junli?

"The Zmanger Party... that's the gang entrenched in the Backlund East District, right?" Arthur Watson picked up the violin case from the ground and asked casually.

He plopped down without a second glance onto the large boulder he had been stepping on, a turbulent storm raging within him as the more he thought about it, the angrier he grew. In the end, gnashing his teeth, he pulled out the Shadowless Sword and swung it wildly with one hand, fiercely hacking at the water in the murky river as if he were striking Wu Lianji, channeling infinite, boundless strength into his blows.

It looked just like a pile of spent red liquid drained of its essence. If not for the fact that only blood could possibly appear here, someone might have mistaken it for some kind of red beverage.

Jiang Yuyan also began to pack up his things; many of these formation materials could be reused.

Chen Yu's face was wreathed in smiles, and whenever he looked at Jiang Lang, a trace of excitement invariably flickered in his eyes.

I thought gloomily to myself: after all, I was just the son of a scavenger—no money, no house, possessing nothing at all except a barely passable appearance and a halfway decent mind. The moment someone finally favored me, I turned out to be so utterly incompetent... I dared not imagine how I could ever show my face in public if she were to broadcast this to the world.

"Impossible, but I won't give up! I'll think of another way!" As he spoke, a venomous, serpent-like maliciousness flashed through his eyes.

Frank walked over humming, picked up the bag that had been tossed aside, patted the dust off its surface, and walked toward Jin Shanshan with a smile.

After the snow melted, the weather remained clear, showing no signs of falling again. Fortunately, now that she had money in hand, she was no longer anxious. With her second sister's support from washing clothes and doing embroidery, not only were they free from worries about food and drink, but there was even a surplus. Cherry spent a few days in absolute peace of mind.

All the elders and top-tier powerhouses of the Extreme Essence World surrounded the outside of the hotel.

Meanwhile, Qin Yilong gently kissed Xie Yuling on the forehead. Xie Yuling's flickering eyelids miraculously stopped twitching, and her breathing seemed to grow smoother. Although she had not woken up, perhaps she suddenly felt a great deal of peace in her dream. Could it be that the person she was waiting for had finally returned to her side?

And what about himself? What was he, Xie Yuling's man, doing? What the hell was he doing? At that moment, Qin Yilong wished he could kill himself, but he knew that Xie Yuling needed him.

"I am entirely serious, and my father has also agreed. I came this trip to ask for Mian Tao's intentions. If she is willing, I will return and make preparations for this matter," Sun Qingzhu replied without a moment's hesitation, carrying a hint of panic—his acting was truly pitch-perfect.