Similar Appearance

Perhaps the next three years would see them remain entangled with one another. Thinking of this, Bao Weiwei curled her lips into a cold sneer.

Seeing the communication talisman, Mo Kui realized that unconsciously it had already reached the third quarter of the戌 hour (around 8:30 PM). He immediately made the necessary preparations, stepped out of his room, and walked toward the forbidden secret chamber.

Sure enough, sitting atop the large package were apples, while beneath the apples lay a pitch-black urn containing ashes.

At this thought, Xue He felt a surge of relief within his heart, though he did not show it in the slightest on his face, masking his emotions exceptionally well.

That Soul-Catcher Fairy Mother was originally a demon mother from the lower realms, skilled in the arts of seduction and particularly adept at dealing with men. First, she would lure them with her beauty, and when they lowered their guard, she would seize their souls.

Bai Jingjing kept her gaze fixed on Sun Wukong as she struggled to rise. Wukong hurried forward to support her. Knowing that her injuries made her a burden and prevented her from accompanying Wukong to battle in the heavenly court, she could only remain behind at Flower-Fruit Mountain, praying every day for his triumphant return.

"Weiwei, I really don't understand this country's education very well." Tang Xuanli had spent a long time in France; domestic education was far more conservative compared to abroad, so it was no wonder he always found it strange, or rather, difficult to comprehend.

At this moment, the courtyard was dead silent. Searching all around, there was no trace of the Fairy Mother. Suddenly, the houses, the lotus pond, and the pavilions in the courtyard all turned into illusions and vanished before their eyes.

Looking at these powerful Netherworld Cult members, Du Hengjiang realized that his situation was extremely perilous, yet fear was absent from his heart.

"Understood!" a burly man carrying a giant treasured sword cupped his fists in salute, then turned and strode away.

As for her current appearance, it had been like this ever since she woke up. Yun Yi had asked Di Jiang about it, but Di Jiang simply claimed that she looked very pretty this way. Clearly possessing a method to resolve it, he refused to give it to her, stubbornly forcing her to remain like this.

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Fan Bing finally rushed to the People's Hospital. Along the way, her worried father had called her countless times, but she hadn't answered any of them. After parking the car without even pulling out the keys, she leaped out and ran swiftly toward the outpatient building.

However, she had no time to ponder other matters right now, for she could feel that she was gripping a stick as cold and smooth as jade in her hand.

Tang San's words hit the nail on the head. In the Soul Arena, barring mutual consent, only spirit masters of the same tier could battle each other. Dai Mubai was currently a Spirit Ancestor; although all of them were confident in their own considerable strength, taking on a Spirit Ancestor was still falling slightly short.

For all his life and through all his incarnations, he lived solely for Chazi. Therefore, no matter what kind of judgment others held toward him, he would not care in the least.

The speaker was the Human Chef. Upon hearing his words, the people ahead, who had previously been on guard, successively lowered their vigilance and came forward to welcome them.

Over the coming year, because many spirits and monsters from the *Classic of the Western Mountains* had returned to the *Classic of Mountains and Seas*, the maps within it pertaining to the Western Mountains gradually began to open up.

Therefore, after hearing Fan Bing describe this matter rather vaguely, she was still very astonished. After hanging up the phone, she asked Xia Hehua and Mother Xiao if external technology had developed to the point where one could see living people inside a letter.

The fire spirit had just given birth to intelligence, and it stared angrily at Feng Yu. This bad, feathered creature actually dared to snatch its food; it was simply unforgivable.

The car dealership manager cursed inwardly, then hardened his heart and called out to Liu Ming once more.

"Eldest cousin, are you going to..." Shangguan Lingyou asked Prince Wuhuan in a soft voice with a sweet smile.

Feng Le experienced a rollercoaster of shocks and sighs within his heart, yet he still remained completely baffled by his own encounter.

"Alright Jiuer, that matter shouldn't entirely be blamed on Aoyi, so stop being angry. For a grown man to lower his dignity like this, especially a dignified prince of the War Kingdom, you should know when to stop," Shangguan Lingmo said, looking at the indifferent Shangguan Lingyou.

The couple changed the baby's clothes and lined them with clean gauze diapers. Lele had actually mentioned buying disposable baby diapers beforehand, but the whole family—including Aunt Lan—had strongly opposed it! They argued that paper diapers were bad for a baby's skin. Thus, they had bought plenty of gauze to make cloth diapers instead.

Deep within the Youfeng Abyss, that immensely potent, chillingly cold aura grew a thousand times, ten thousand times more intense. Feng Le, Baili Han, and Mu Lu were suddenly dragged into the abyss by a suction force emanating from its depths, leaving their survival entirely unknown at this moment.

Next, Chen Jiang led the five Supreme Elders to purge the heavenly domain's super-god clan members within the Holy City. It took less than half a quarter of an hour to settle everything completely, leaving their adversaries with zero capability to counterattack.

"Well, I haven't tried my hand at it yet. I'd better wait until I've learned how before stepping up." Xi Yizheng smiled and politely declined. Just kidding, if she went up there dressed like this to cut open stones, she'd end up covered in dust from head to toe.

"Isn't this just messing with people?" Requiring every visualization to be completely accurate was truly not something achievable through hard work alone; it was an innate talent. Nie Feng believed that among a hundred thousand people, perhaps not even a single one possessed such precise, flawless three-dimensional modeling imagination.

Ji Shangnan's words were exceptionally gentle and sweet, as if they had tumbled straight into a honey jar.

That Boss Lu had originally arrived with an aggressive aura, which was why he had blocked the factory gates. Yet now, after moving his car away, he felt somewhat like a guilty thief caught in the act.

Before encountering the golden mask, the only antiques Mr. Guo favored were calligraphy and paintings, so he would not normally touch items like copper coins. Thus, this habit of his was likely subconsciously learned from the golden mask.

"What is my wife thinking about?" Seeing Shen Qingshu fall into a daze after sneezing just moments before, Su Liuwen reached out and waved his hand in front of her a few times.

However, hearing the King of Evil Eye speak with such righteous conviction as if it were the absolute truth, they still could not help feeling somewhat shaken inside.

Yet thinking of this, Pang Xun suddenly realized something: perhaps this technology wasn't researched by Gong Tao or his subordinates at all, but might actually be state-owned technology that they had simply stolen.

Senju Hashirama was utterly shocked. With a single thought, the numerous fists thrown by the Thousand-Handed Buddha statue swiftly retracted, attempting to block the wooden figure's punch.

The embroiderers cheered excitedly, expressing their gratitude over and over again, each of them filled with immense joy. After distributing the bonuses, Nan Yunwan and Rong Ziyuan entered the accounting room. Rong Ziyuan brewed a pot of wolfberry tea and brought it over. "Why are you being so lavish with your spending today?"

"Never mind me, go check on Your Father instead. Aili, the maid from my palace, will lead you there." She smiled at him, attempting to coax him into leaving.