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Qingxian proudly opened the jade box in her arms, revealing fifteen golden fruits to everyone. "Golden fruits, they look so delicious," Wang Ran said, reaching out to take one, but Judas stopped him and had Qingxian close the box.

"Brother Lin Feng, aren't you and my sister going in yet?" Ning Hua asked with a cheeky grin, her eyes darting toward Lin Feng as if trying to decipher the nature of his relationship with Mei Wuhua.

Outside, Wangsheng didn't get angry at Yuan Niang's words; instead, he laughed. Hearing his wife apologize immediately made him beam, and he turned to instruct the guards to build a fire and go hunting.

Yuan Niang hadn't shared her plans with anyone. She knew she could trust Lan Mei, but given that they were in ancient times, Lan Mei's perspective would inevitably be constrained by the era.

Jason shook his head twice—there was no sign that it had just been severed and reattached. He reached out, picked up his machete, and began walking toward Chu Yiyun and Luo Li once more, exuding a cold, ruthless aura of slaughter.

"It is currently under study," Weiwei replied without a moment's hesitation. Wang Ya had written his diary in simplified Chinese characters, which did not exist in this world, precisely because he didn't want anyone to know. He probably never expected that another human from a post-apocalyptic Earth would arrive in this world.

Then, Da Wuhui saw a palm appear in front of the white light. The light crashed into the palm with a thunderous roar, but the hand merely pressed down gently, and the earth-shattering light was forced downward, plunging into the river below.

"Brother Feng, there's actually nothing urgent; I just have some questions about martial arts techniques I need to ask you!" Daibang looked at Lin Feng, feeling a bit embarrassed. It wasn't that he was afraid to ask, but Lin Feng had already taught him five or six times, and he still hadn't fully grasped it, so he was afraid Lin Feng would think he was slow.

As time passed, even more incredibly, Liu Quan completed eight hundred push-ups before finally rising to stop. Though he was gasping for air and his muscles were trembling, there was no doubt he had finished at least eight hundred.

Ji Mufeng was a division commander now. Song Qianqian hadn't considered opening a shop; she could only sell wholesale to others. This matter required long-term planning—if all else failed, she would wait until after the New Year.

This black mist, which resembled the ominous aura of a zombie, was of an unknown nature, though it was certainly a form of malevolent energy.

Once the meeting finally concluded and everyone dispersed, Fu Lizhi was the last to step out of the conference room.

Her words seemed to trigger him instantly. "Fine, you want to know why? I'll tell you!" He grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the villa.

Song Qianqian had a space she could hide in, so she wasn't afraid of encountering tigers and boldly ventured deep into the mountains.

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The three clan elders couldn't help but frown, though they didn't offer any rebuttal, their eyes betraying a hint of helplessness.

The scent of nicotine clinging to the man's icy aura, blending into a faint woody cologne, held a strange, mysterious allure.

Once Luo Qingyan was killed, it meant that her confidants, Lin Ruoyu and Du Feng, would be purged alongside her.

Bai Lu pressed the switch on the silver ring on her wrist; it was a piece of high-tech equipment capable of scanning for nearby surveillance cameras.

Yet, whether faced with mockery, insults, or defense, Izu Mai remained silent, sitting there quietly, lost in thought.

The inner disciples in the audience were stunned, as the elder-level arena, which was said to be indestructible, had been damaged.

He seemed to be celebrating his ability to gamble everything on one throw, as if savoring the thrill of returning from hell to heaven.

"Stop dawdling, Chen Feng, get down there!" With that, Tie Muyun cradled Ghost Spirit and was the first to jump into the tunnel ahead. Chen Feng shrugged helplessly and followed.

Five minutes later, both their bodies moved almost simultaneously, staggering as they climbed up, feeling deeply astonished.

Perhaps because Pei Donglai hadn't stepped out of the car to satisfy the curiosity of the racing enthusiasts, when Kang Zijian walked toward the Koenigsegg, many of them waved their fists, cheering him on.

The commander frowned. He wasn't an unreasonable man and understood the current situation; with the weapons currently equipped at the base, it was impossible to subdue that monster.

"The forty skeleton warriors were so fragile. We swept through them with all our players." I licked my lips again, my face full of joy. Only the lich remained now.

Hearing others whisper about them, the brothers felt the novelty and attention, and they couldn't help but hold their heads high, chest out.

Xiao Yue had just reached the outskirts of the Yaochi Holy Land when he heard the clamor of battle cries and lights flashing toward the sky.

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Ian's icy voice cut through the cold night wind on the rooftop, slapping Mr. Banana in the face and snapping him back to reality.

They would likely linger here for a long time until the floods receded completely and the land was ready for planting; only then would the people leave.

No matter how bizarre the schedule, as long as one got enough sleep, it was a healthy routine—a fact that sent Mizuki, a veteran cultivator, into a frenzy of joy.

At this moment, he could tell at a glance what the courtiers were thinking; they were clearly trying to shift the blame.

Etelgen raised his battle-axe high, splitting the sea and severing a giant tentacle that had been passing beneath his feet.

Shen Jin'an set down the clay pot, took a deep breath, and stepped forward, her clear apricot-shaped eyes filled with gratitude.

After cursing Luo Duli, Ya Shi ground all the black reports into ash. His suspicions regarding Qing Shi's identity naturally drifted away with the ashes.

Jing Yi glanced at Jing Lan. How had this guy changed his personality? He was actually going along with Hua Ming's mischief.

"I have long heard of the rampant banditry in the southeast, but I didn't expect it to be so brazen as to attack imperial troops. It seems the officials in the southeast are completely corrupt." Gu Yanqing's eyes were deep, filled with contemplation.

Xu Li had guessed correctly. After hearing Zheng Yang's reply, Chen Feng frowned but said nothing more, nor did he call Xu Li himself; it was as if the matter had never occurred.