Chapter 52

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Upon seeing Wen Wan in person, Sun Xizhen excitedly grasped her hand and repeatedly expressed her thanks.
"What are you thinking about, Ping’an?" Zhao Wan’er reached out, waving her hand in front of Xu Ping’an, who was staring blankly out the window, and asked aloud.
Jiuying was now under her orders, accompanying Beichen to protect the two children traveling with them.
"Not drinking? Do you think I’m asking for your opinion?" Wang Heng tore open a bottle and glanced at Liang Kui.
The phone vibrated; upon checking, it was Di Wu, head of the provincial military department—what new orders would he issue this time?
Casually acquiring a grand mansion, hiring a cook, and then several nannies—life was certainly comfortable.
A creature nearly three meters long, part bird and part beast, with wings sprouting from its back, its skeletal frame gaunt, flew over.
"You're not seriously going, are you?" Zhou Chengyue found it surprising—by all rights, with their history, they should be sworn enemies, never crossing paths—but judging by Lin Yu’s current state, it seemed there was still a green mark on his head.
No choice; future cultivation depended on Master Xiaoshui. Since Zhao Chan was the master-appointed mountain patrol ghost envoy, they had to be magnanimous and lenient.
Even though Xia Ruoshui’s stomach was already growling, the two sisters waited for him, treating him completely as the head of the family.
"Yu Ding, prepare to die!" The Four Saints shouted in unison, their mounts lunging fiercely at Yu Ding Master, a dense murderous aura crushing everything in its path.
His personality was actually quite simple—after throwing the flowers, his face remained beaming. Seeing I was somewhat unhappy, he sat down, pulled me into his arms, and with a deep, serious voice said, "If anyone is going to die, it will be in my bed." His tone was solemn, but his words were almost unbearable to hear.
Eventually, it returned to Lan Ruoxin. Where the white light touched, it gradually merged into her bloodstream.
Lan Ruoxin entered the cave and spoke briefly with White Palm and Coco. Seeing White Palm distracted and Coco in beast form unable to communicate, she bid them farewell aloud.

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"Please give the order, Commander!" Garen’s words stirred all the soldiers present, who collectively petitioned Duka’o.
Perhaps it was his sudden embrace that startled her, or the warmth was too unexpected, or maybe her mind was too heavy to think—she didn’t struggle but stood there stunned in his arms.
The Dragon-Slaying Immortal clasped his hands into a hand seal, shouted sharply, and his immortal power surged, shaking the void with a thunderous roar as a Dragon-Slaying Platform appeared out of thin air.
Ling Feng’s earlobe twitched slightly; suddenly, he turned, flicking the fruit knife from his hand with a sharp whistle, stabbing fiercely toward the window.
Returning to the Luo family, hearing that Tian Ya had become Luo Chenxi’s assistant, Xia Yunjin’s heart grew anxious and restless, needing to vent her frustration again.
Prince Dian Yuan’s gaze shifted slightly toward his sister’s side; unfortunately, the beauty had bowed her head, and he could only see her thick black hair shining under the candlelight.
Hua Qingyu knew Long Wu was in a bad mood, but since things had come to this, she disregarded his feelings and spoke her mind entirely.
Actually, that’s how the circle was—nothing was a problem unless someone fixated on it.
Guo Shangxian began to mumble in his sleep; Heguang paused his hand wringing the handkerchief. Zhong Xuan... why would the young master call her name? Could it be he had fallen for her?
With a loud “bang,” the sword’s shadow vanished, reverting to a Heavenly Tribulation Sword that was repelled by a layer of red light, bounced far away to the side.
Suddenly recalling a possible Chen Yao, his eyes brightened as he hurriedly inquired about An Yuexi’s whereabouts.
In fact, Ye Feng didn’t need to ask—he knew that after leaving here today, Xue Tong, Wulie, and the others would rush back to their blood clan territory immediately.
Stopping at the entrance, he tilted his head upward; before him was a fair countenance and a gentle aura pressing forward step by step.
The equally talented and powerful but now more ruthless, even despicable, Zhongli Qian was even more difficult to deal with than before.

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At that moment, while Ye Feng was still immersed in his own world, suddenly, a voice sounding very lazy echoed within that space.
It could be said that Mendiata not only failed to unleash his strength but even hindered Lazio’s offensive.
The over two hundred remaining Linwei soldiers, who had been stubbornly resisting beneath the city walls, took the chance to launch a fierce counterattack.
On a wide bench sat an elderly man dressed in black, sharp-eyed and exuding the shrewdness typical of a businessman, conversing quietly with a stern, imposing middle-aged man, both smiling as they talked softly.
However, considering Wu Datou had served as a soldier for ten years and dealt with beasts, he likely had unique experience, so he didn’t think much and quietly waited sitting on a large stone.
After a "clang" of swords drawn, the courtyard outside the hall resounded with the sound of blades clashing and falling—clearly, a highly skilled newcomer had arrived, and the guards outside engaged but their swords slipped from their hands.
This clue was quite obvious; everyone felt as if they were playing a murder chase game.
He Wuhen and Yue Ling gazed at the black stone bridge, overwhelmed by majestic divine power and the ancient aura of time immemorial.
At that time, Su Yun was also ambitious, believing that if he kept learning and accumulating experience, he could become the national team’s head coach. He thought that professionalizing Chinese football would bring a qualitative leap.
"Morning Star, Eternal Night, Blazing Sun, Aurora, you have all grown up before my eyes; we are as close as brothers. Now, I have something I want to discuss with you all, and I hope you will consider it seriously," Baroque said suddenly with a solemn expression.