34 Bought a Puppy

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"Who are you? How dare you break in." Suddenly, over a dozen men in black suits appeared, all brandishing firearms.

William nodded politely. "Thank you for your high opinion of us, senior, but I fear we are simply not suited for the role." While blunt, this direct refusal was the most efficient way to resolve the matter.

The Heavenly Demon is the ancestor of all demons. Thus, even though the sword was bloodthirsty and wildly untamed, in the presence of the Heavenly Demon, it still had to bow and grovel.

A faint blush inadvertently flickered across Wang Xinxin's pretty face. Brother Zheng did not notice; he simply nodded, and she followed him out of the classroom to the stairwell. It was a secluded spot, the perfect place for a private conversation.

The private rooms here were not named "Palaces" but "Halls," and the doors were not the gold of the fifth floor, but a natural wood grain.

She had not been without experience in killing, but she had always had others carry out her orders. Ping Xinrui had never imagined that the act of killing could be so... ghostly. Her entire body shivered, as if she were next in line to face such a fate.

This intense emotional contagion also affected the host standing beside him, who was already prone to strong feelings, moving them both to tears.

"So grumpy in the morning, really," Lin Xiaoxi complained with dissatisfaction, "not letting me leave, insisting I wait for you."

The cultivator’s mouth spewed blood and fragments of his tongue. Mu Yue bowed to Chen Xi and said, "Commander, your subordinate has failed in their duty. Please punish me."

When Lin Xiaoxi arrived at the classroom with her handwritten report, Wang Jiaxin had already collected seventeen of them; only Lin Xiaoxi's was missing.

Her hands moved constantly to form Buddhist seals, techniques she had realized from the sarira.

The ghost possessing the body of Yang Banxian was highly likely to be the King of the Yuezhi—the Great Yuezhi King.

Fu Zheng was just about to crush Ye Nansheng’s throat, but it was already too late. Chen Qingyang’s figure appeared before him like a phantom, one hand clamped tightly onto Fu Zheng’s wrist, preventing him from exerting the slightest bit of strength.

With a crisp snap of bone, Louis’s neck was twisted instantly. Before he could even let out a cry of agony, a streak of blood slid from the corner of his mouth, and his body collapsed onto the floor with a dull thud.

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Damn it, did you think I would let you finish boosting your magic power so easily? A mere undead daring to appear before the God of Death.

Even knowing that the fall of the human race would inevitably lead to the destruction of their own, no one wanted to be the vanguard or cannon fodder for humanity.

"I’ve actually never tried this before; who knows, I might really be able to summon six," Gao Fei said, feeling quite impressed with himself.

Venerable Chenshui finally emerged, a hideous grin on his face as he looked triumphantly at the Weak Water Demon Dragon. Behind him, Long Que, Long Quan, and the others watched with schadenfreude, as if the Weak Water Demon Dragon were already a corpse.

Inside a tomb, any spot touched by light is of extreme significance, carrying a high probability of new discoveries.

The reinforcements Biluo had brought were dismantled just like that—a rather anti-climactic end. But then again, who could help it when Emperor Si Jiu was standing right there?

She realized she might have run into human traffickers; the old man at the clinic must have been putting on an act for her.

Meanwhile, he felt the muscles all over his body restructuring, his skin growing increasingly tough.

He lifted his palm, feeling a stinging numbness in its center, and a look of wild joy crossed his face.

Su Yao’s expression remained untroubled. She did not bid them rise, merely sweeping a cold, indifferent glance over them.

He could have dodged, but he wanted to experience the sensation—it was a manifestation of the pride of his Dragon Emperor ancestors, a pride sufficient to awe all directions.

"What do you mean? Are you saying this isn't a matter of cursed energy or cursed spirits?" Dongfang Guan frowned. It seemed Jino had never experienced or heard of anything similar.

Yang Xi peeled away the candy wrapper and slid the mint into her mouth, its cooling, sharp flavor flooding her taste buds.

Countless cultivators arrived, drawn by its reputation, but alas, they could not enter the Ice Flame Sect. Those few disciples who did make it inside were the most fortunate of all.

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Once he moved, the footsteps that had been shadowing them disappeared. That joint effort between the two of them had likely truly driven the ghost away.

Ever since the modernization of the Underworld, its appearance had diverged significantly from the legends.

Zheng Ji smiled inwardly. If his father knew how much money he had spent recently, he wondered if he would still be critiquing him like this.

He asked several times, but no one answered. After such a major incident, who would dare to provoke the fearless, hot-headed Long Tianwei or the prodigal son Wang Yuan, who squandered his family's fortune without a second thought?

Lie Ying was also deeply shocked. The Chu Tianyu of today was no longer someone he could compare himself to; previously, he had been confident in his ability to fight him.

Chen Jing narrowed his eyes and asked, "You all know about the carp spirit in the river, don't you?" Though he addressed them all, his gaze remained fixed on Yan Luoniang.

Unconscious growls escaped Ye Feng's throat repeatedly. Within him, the two nascent souls—one black, one white—were bulging with veins and trembling, struggling to refine the surging spiritual energy. At this moment, Ye Feng had already refined one-tenth of the energy.

Ying Si was not worried in the least, because, just as Cheng Long had noticed but later forgotten, Ying Si had been utilizing his greatest speed all along.

Xu Rui’s death was difficult for him to accept, yet he continued to observe the situation with meticulous care.

Lu Wei seized the chance to attack, striking out with a palm. A blast of raging fire erupted, rushing toward Chu Tianyu as if to swallow him whole.