Volume 1 Chapter 40: A Paramour?

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Following this hyperspace jump, they were now left with a distance of only 3,618 light-years to the galactic center of the ancient battlefield.
The four black men showed no tension at Ford's appearance, because this was Monica Beach, the most famous internet-famous check-in spot in Saint Ludot, with many tourists, excellent security, and frequent police patrols.
While the artificial reefs could yield a sufficient catch of fish—even outperforming the windmill base fishing spot—the fish here were much harder to hook. Coupled with the distance, it was nearly impossible for this location to match the popularity of the windmill base fishing grounds.
Hesitant and with her head hanging low, Li Enhui dangled a pair of black lace panties, displaying them to everyone present.
His bottle of red wine was, of course, not a genuine 1945 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti, but even so, a single bottle still cost over thirty thousand yuan.
Judging by the gunfire, Sergeant Wu deduced it was coming from above. Shot after shot rang out, making his heart lurch violently with each reverberation.
Under the threat of the muzzle, seven soldiers tremblingly descended the steps, their eyes gradually filled with terror and despair.
The young master easily evaded the剑气 (sword energy), and with a swift turn, his entire body was enveloped in black armor, his face completely concealed behind an Evil Eye mask, while his voice turned eerie.
Returning to his office, the middle-aged man broke into a violent fit of coughing, pressing a tissue to his mouth.
Pei Ye considered himself part of the Crane-Free Inspection Plan, and upon waking, he had initially intended to go to Immortality Platform to notify them of his intentions so as not to disrupt the trap, but Ming Qitian had returned from that direction first.
That battle cry of "Kill!" was full of high morale, and those men in black immediately launched a fierce assault on their opponents, temporarily suppressing the Tang army.
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He slowly descended the steps and approached the first coffin. The coffin was not suspended very high, only about a meter or so, but when Yi Yongheng peered inside, his expression changed completely. The ancient corpse, which had previously appeared plump and normal, now had withered features, looking as though it had aged drastically in an instant.
"You can't go in right now," I pulled him back tightly. "Listen to me first." This sudden intrusion by an unexpected party threw me into some confusion; I had never anticipated that he would follow me here.
Donkey Four spotted me from afar. Unable to speak, he hopped on the spot and waved at me like a table tennis ball bouncing on the ground.
To be honest, the moment I read the description of such an item, I thought it was completely brain-dead game design. Who in their right mind in the game would use such an overpriced and useless piece of garbage?
"Don't worry, I'm just asking, haha!" Yi Yongheng said, but the seed had already sprouted in his heart. The blood debt of one hundred and twenty-nine people had to be settled, and furthermore, he had once vowed that for every one of his compatriots the Japanese killed, he would make the Japanese pay back ten lives.
Sister Yueshuang happily farmed monsters for rare gear, while the others happily farmed monsters for experience. Seeing the triple harvest of experience, gold coins, and equipment, several of them felt an irrepressible excitement and immediately threw themselves into monster-grinding with even greater enthusiasm.
"Then I thank you for your visit," Liu Feng said. With that, he bowed to the Dragon King in the manner of mortals. Then, without any hesitation, he turned and flew toward Tianjizi, leaving the Dragon King frowning deeply, lost in thought.
"Master!" I smiled and nodded vigorously. "However, my whole body is limp and I don't have an ounce of strength." Siyin looked at me, suddenly bent down, and gently lifted me into his arms. While feeling a slight surge of surprise, my hands instinctively looped around his neck.
The incident at Deyue Tower did not dampen Ai Qiaoqiao's mood. Zhang Wu's father and Brother Wen finished building the tables, chairs, and canopy, and early the next morning, they harnessed the cart and headed to the Niangniang Temple.
"Stop right there!" I suddenly let out a shout, my voice cracking slightly from sheer terror.
"Senior brother, please give me the recipe for the Three Acupuncture Needles of Life; I will definitely save my father," she pleaded pitifully.
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Although I didn't care about their attitude and had guessed that tonight's meeting wouldn't go smoothly, I was still somewhat nervous.
Time waits for no one. Anxious to call the private investigator to check on the situation, Ding Jie didn't try to keep her any longer.
Chen Jifan leaned against the door frame, speechless as he watched the two of them. Did they really think everyone else was a fool? That a simple plea would make people help?
I took a deep breath. Things had already reached this point; even if I wanted to play the ostrich it would be of no use. Li Mo had long since judged me as the chief culprit, and even if I did nothing, she would never think of me as a good person.
In the end, Li Yang stubbornly refused to return. No matter how the rest of us tried to persuade him, it was to no avail. Finally, we compromised on a middle-ground solution: he would go back in a few days when we gathered for the New Year. It was clear that Li Yang was reluctant to leave us, especially his master's wife, who usually took good care of him.
Yuxiu Yin had all along maintained the attitude of an onlooker. He was practically just there to make up the numbers, sitting quietly on the bench without saying a word.
Judging by the tactics Gu Xi had ultimately used against me, leaving aside his underlying motives, at the very least he had not truly harmed me. Therefore, even though my mother had been seized by him to be used as leverage against me, her safety could at least be guaranteed.
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