Volume 1, Chapter 64: Fine, fine! I'll do whatever you say!

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Peach Blossom Village backs against towering mountains and remains far away from pollution. With its mild and humid climate, the village is exceptionally well-suited for growing fruits.
However, the only muddy path leading in and out of the village is less than three meters wide, full of potholes, twisting with nine turns and eighteen bends, and extremely rugged to traverse. The wild bushes and weeds along the sides grow as tall as an adult.
Outside fruit merchants deemed the transportation costs too high and their seats too punishing, making them utterly unwilling to travel into Peach Blossom Village to purchase fruits. This once led to a situation where the village's fruits simply rotted in the fields.
Although the villagers could carry the fruits on carrying poles to the town or set up roadside stalls in the county seat to hawk them, the villagers riding their vintage bicycles and small tricycles...
"Jiu previously went to the Heaven-Cool Water-Fire Sect side and took one away. You'an rode away with another, and as for the last one... uh, I don't even know where it is!" said the water-formed man.
Merely hearing the sound, the two felt a series of sharp pains rippling through their minds, as if someone were piercing their eardrums with awls.
Su Ruoyao watched him lost in reverie, a trace of sorrow clouding her face—a sense of helplessness, perhaps? A powerlessness against certain inevitable turns of fate, unable to stem the tide. What kind of story might he harbor?
"There is no problem; I can take care of yourself," Suwan replied to Qiluo's question, casting an intentional or unintentional glance at Wuhuan.
Meizhaoling and Yige acted out of kindness and followed their hearts. They too yearned to acquire treasures, but a person must always maintain a bottom line. Treasures could be fought over, relying on one's strength, but when facing the slaughter of their own kind, the two of them still refused to stand by idly.
Kujo Miki looked toward Watanabe Che, and seeing him wear a knowing expression, used her eyes to signal him to speak out.
"What is it?" An aged, heavy voice resounded like a millennium-old bell being struck, causing Fox Qimei's heart to skip several beats.
"Yet I reasoned with Zhengyan, but she wouldn't listen, and even asked, asking—" Cao Ruyan could not bring herself to finish.
A man with multi-colored hair, a bohemian outfit, a sallow complexion, and sunken eye sockets—he looked entirely like an idle vagrant from society.
Just as the Ghost-Faced Ancient Jade recovered from its astonishment, Ye Qingjue had already reached the door of Luo Wusheng's room. The moment the Ghost-Faced Ancient Jade closed the door, it teleported to Ye Qingjue's side.
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The creative capacity of humanity is terrifying, and scientific power is undoubtedly the greatest strength possessed by humankind itself. The scientific equipment developed to combat superhuman abilities is entirely viable; it merely requires an immense investment of time and energy, alongside numerous restrictive conditions. Yet, this in no way hinders scientific might from engaging in a battle on equal terms with mythological power.
These words caused Boss Huang to freeze instinctively. He had purchased this item a few years ago for ten million. If it were fake or had been swapped, his losses would be utterly unbearable.
The process was gradual; unable to forge ahead, his body itself kept fluctuating up and down, never falling away yet unable to break free.
Lu Qingci gazed at Tang Ye, her eyes hazy. Saying nothing more, she leaned into Tang Ye's embrace, holding onto him to find a modicum of solace for her heart.
Even though Jiang Nan managed to gather his strength toward his palms in time, he was still blasted flying amidst a spray of fresh blood.
The cultivators of the Seven Stars Sect were also astonished; it turned out that Chu Tianze was unfazed precisely because they, too, possessed a Realm of Azure Mystery cultivator.
Seeing the master of the Mingjian Sect remain silent, the man in green let out a cold snort, then circulated his true essence, his voice echoing across the entire Ming Mountain.
After the illusory figure appeared, it made no move at all, standing aside as if the matter did not concern it. Yet simply by virtue of its appearance, that white snake directly attacked Jiang Hai, as if suffering from some unfathomable whip lash.
After weaving through several rounds, Su Canghai halted his movements and stood in place. The gazes of the crowd shifted back to him as he drew an object from his bosom.
An oppressive atmosphere, akin to dark clouds gathering to crush the city and a tempest threatening to break before the wind even rose, completely enshrouded the entire Jiangzhong City.
To the north, the plastic greenhouse industrial zone stretched in overlapping tiers along the western shore of Pingdong Lake, vanishing in the direction of Jiuxian Township. Alongside it ran two ballastless tracks, upon which freight trains stretching over a hundred cars long sped past.
All of this was witnessed by Lan Yu from atop the city gate tower. Seeing this scene, Lan Yu nodded in satisfaction.
Froggy had always believed that Eagle Sauce and Foot-Chicken would have its back, and Eagle Sauce and Foot-Chicken had continuously conveyed this illusion to Froggy. In truth, the moment Kyushu officially announced the initiation of Level-One combat readiness, Eagle Sauce would likely fall silent in the very first instance and simply watch the show from the sidelines.
Pondering for a moment, he opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing the misty wine vapors lingering around his body straight into his belly, and let out a drunken hiccup.
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Deng Chenxing smeared a circle of cream onto Lu Mufeng's face. Mindful of Deng Chenxing's injured wrist, Lu Mufeng did not dare to resist and simply allowed the other person to turn him into Santa Claus.
Before Mother Lin could reply, Lin Nanwu picked up the bucket beside the water vat and hurried out the door.
Chairs, stools, beds, and cabinets were all welded from steel pipes and plates, then topped with wooden boards or plywood.
The ancestor he spoke of was a Saint Sovereign with heaven-shaking power, yet when he thrust his spear just now, he had been unable to even approach such an entity.
Though the two were fierce and adept at battle, under Jiang Xingying's ferocious offensive, they were forced into a continuous retreat.
However, the number of those avian creatures was utterly uncountable—amounting to thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands. The moment he finished slaying the first batch, a second batch followed closely behind. Moreover, every batch was identical, rushing out swiftly like a swarm of bees and launching fierce attacks against him.
Zijun rose, kicked off her shoes, and walked over to Jinge. Jinge tightly gripped her warm and soft hand, pulling her along as the two of them sang and danced together, as if all of this surged solely for the two of them.
"If you make a move against these skulls, the skulls on the ground will definitely swarm forward and devour you clean, and none of us will be able to escape!" Wu Yuhan said with a rare, chilling expression.
When Zhang Wei saw this, his confidence took a blow, but seeing many viewers leave comments like "psychologically oppressive" and "extremely terrifying," his heart relaxed considerably.
Presently, he was still an intern at Dahua Fund Company, attending this cocktail party merely in a reception capacity. Even this qualification to work the reception had been secured only after He Guojun exerted an immense amount of effort.
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