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The three of us went out for tea, but I had no idea where Chen Wudi had gone. I suspect he might be hiding; could it be that he is afraid of being recognized by Ming Lie?

Zhu Yanyu’s gaze was profound, staring intently at the gates of Zhending Prefecture. Amidst the flickering torchlight, a large banner of the imperial forces was flapping in the wind. He did not need his personal guards to remind him; he had already seen it. However, it was too early to conclude that the city had been captured—the defenders within still possessed the strength to counterattack.

"Where is the restroom?" Ma Daocheng was not familiar with this place. Hearing the shouting from the person outside, he knew the mantis had reached the door, so he asked He Pandi in a whisper.

"Many thanks to you, young master, for your help. Otherwise, our Qin family would have been completely finished. Thank you," Qin Yuanbo said hurriedly.

The Jiajing Emperor looked displeased. While it was true that Yang Xiu had committed a grave offense this time, the Emperor genuinely wanted to protect him. If nothing else, Yang Xiu was still needed to help him communicate with the immortals.

"I am curious, too. Relations between the Chinese government and the Vatican have never been good. The Vatican even rejected requests from the Italian government. I truly cannot imagine what reason you could have used to persuade them," Wolf said, staring intensely at Hou Yi, as if trying to read something in his expression.

After hanging up, a strange number called ten minutes later. My phone had already been connected to the local network by the Dragon Squad’s technicians, who instructed me to drag out the conversation as long as possible to give them time to trace the caller’s location.

"The surveillance system was sabotaged a few minutes ago, and the tapes were taken," Wang Yuan said, frowning.

"Yes, as long as there is a man joined with me, I fear nothing..." Jin Xiangyu said, looking as though she desperately wanted the Second Young Master to satisfy her demands immediately.

Bessen did not hesitate at all, nodding resolutely. "Fine!" With a turn of his right hand, he produced a short sword from his sleeve, its blade gleaming brilliantly under the starlight.

After a few days of work, Lu Xi and Su Ran had gradually developed a good relationship with the film crew.

While lost in thought, a sound came from outside. Wen Si was startled, her hand slipped, and her bag slid off the sofa. Its contents, including the beads, spilled out.

Although Lin Huo'er had said she was going out to shop with her close friends, she had not seen them for a long time due to her recent bout with cold toxins.

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Pei Shangxuan murmured these words, then grabbed her wrist and pinned her beneath him. He was much taller than her, and as his full weight pressed down, Wen Si found it hard to breathe. Yet, there was something more... an indescribable sensation, with the temperature slowly rising and spreading all around.

A foul, rotting stench—worse than a dead rat soaked in a cesspool for a month—instantly flooded my nasal passages.

Mei Xinse could not help but talk about his master’s sect. His master was actually a Daoist Lord of the Tribulation stage! Lately, he had not been in the World of the Four Seas, but held a nominal position as a guest elder in the Western Palace—the most free and unfettered place within the Four Seas Immortal Palace, the largest cultivation sect in the world—to provide his disciple with a sense of security.

Xuan Xiangzi nodded, took a yellow talisman from his robe, and began to chant the incantation for deliverance.

By then, her prestige within the Tianlan Holy Land would not only remain unaffected but would climb significantly.

He clearly had not expected that Uncle Xuan Xiangzi could grasp the Dao heart at this critical moment and summon immortal spirits for protection.

"A body as large as a mountain, more than ten times larger than that red dragon! And it can transform into waves of water!" On the northern hillside, the square-jawed Lion-man chiliarch felt a surge of shock as he stared at the massive blue light barrier above Green Rock Lake and the rapidly swirling water currents within.

At the dinner table, Zhang Ruofeng rarely had a chance to speak; the other three were constantly whispering about their grand plans to become celebrities.

"Then what do we do? We can't just dig the flesh out; I don't have the guts for that," Cheng Pangzi said, his face looking terrible as he voiced the collective sentiment.

"That is true. Could it be..." Reminded by Wang Long, Elder Yu suddenly realized the truth and turned his gaze toward the most obvious "suspect."

This was indeed the perfect place to encounter a ghost, but the house was full of vitality, lacking any eerie atmosphere. Moreover, the tree-lined path outside was made up of willow trees.

"If you don't want to, don't look back, don't remember—you'll be fine," I rubbed my ears; ghost wailing was never pleasant to hear.

Qi Wangwang and the squirrel looked over, only to see Xu Jing clumsily adjusting the shoe on his foot.

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Just as Yang Hao’s blood was about to be completely drained, the mysterious person suddenly stopped, stumbling backward.

If Lucifer knew that Zhao Yi was desperately trying to grow stronger just so she could serve him tea and warm his bed, I wonder if she would vomit blood on the spot.

The true rise of the mainland must wait for the final glory of Hong Kong cinema to pass, after which National Master Zhang successfully opened the era of mainland commercial film with *Hero*, setting a hundred-million-yuan box office record.

With that, the hundred or so people guarding the cave entrance began to take out their dry rations, eating and resting at the same time.

Wang Yuan pulled Xu Yihan aside, away from the sight of the others, wanting to have a heart-to-heart talk with her.

If he died, it would be a devastating blow to the Zhaoyin people, who were already mired in a bitter struggle.

A flush appeared on the aged face of Song Jue, as if he had once again become that hot-blooded Crown Prince of years past.

As Shu Hanshui pondered this, her hand involuntarily plucked the petals of a flower, one by one.

She could only hope that these people had not thought of this method; otherwise, their side would be in grave danger.

Now, she was very conflicted. She had spent the New Year with only her elderly mother. Yesterday morning, Liu Wanxi came for a while before leaving.

However, Shen Dailing’s current state made Rong Yanqi feel that she was drifting away from him bit by bit, so he subconsciously reached out to grab her wrist.