56 Spread Far and Wide

Ahead lay the border wall between the United States and Mexico; Keli could faintly discern a long, battered black line in the distance.

At this moment, Jiang Wanning was already dressed and ready. She wore the red and green attire gifted by Liu Shuyan, adorned with pearls and jade in her hair, her face painted with exaggerated makeup, presenting a rather coquettish appearance.

Li Fangcao took the pair of blue cloth shoes and leaned toward the olive oil lamp to examine them closely. The craftsmanship was exceptionally delicate, with several vividly embroidered lotus flowers gracing the shoe surface.

Meng Ren sighed inwardly but quickly composed himself, his expression returning to calm.

As the day approached when the boundary between life and death would open, my anxiety grew; I checked my belongings repeatedly and often suffered sleepless nights, my mind occupied entirely by the layout of the City God’s Temple.

But since I surmised that the Dragon Scale Armor was the true form of Xie Xian’an, I must take this armor with me at all costs.

Seeing the seven bodyguards trailing behind Yun Zijin, Wang Zhongxin broke out in a cold sweat.

“Deputy Leader Yu has always been a man of great integrity. I trust he will ensure justice for Gu Cheng and the others,” Liu Guodong said with a slight smile.

Having been away for so long, I wondered how many letters had piled up at home and, not having replied to a single one, whether that fool might be anxious.

Lu Yunque realized that in all the time they had been together, he had never once revealed his culinary skills to Yun Zijin.

Thus, in the history of Quidditch, yet another near-miraculous record was born—a single player scoring over 2,000 points in one match. Forget about seekers or golden snitches; this was a battlefield where a pair of sevens dominated the score.

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The shifting azure lines signified only one thing: the newcomer challenging the Hall of Dreams had found the key to unlocking the gate. To put it simply, this newcomer already held the lock in hand and was using their ability to craft a “key,” capable of unlocking it within half a minute.

A colossal surge of magical energy rose like a pillar piercing the heavens. Not only the great families but even ordinary wizards were quick to realize this was a moment of extraordinary fortune.

Vaguely, the world seemed to whirl rapidly. In the regions inhabited by humans, demons, and spirits, strange spatial portals appeared, releasing bizarre beasts. These creatures, swirling with demonic energy, feared neither fire, water, nor weapons, proving exceptionally formidable.

“What?! Could the news from the Ten Thousand Dragons Guild be false? If that is true, the guild will surely become the target of widespread condemnation!” Upon hearing Ximen Qing’s words, Xiao Tianwang’s brows twitched involuntarily, his gaze flickering uncertainly.

Unexpectedly, Bai Yangyang had already left the hospital early, returning to the health clinic in Dongshan Town to continue treatment without neglecting her duties. Zhu Nong expressed heartfelt admiration and gratitude for Bai Yangyang’s dedication and quiet support.

Voldemort was slightly panicked; he despised situations beyond his control, especially in his current state.

Although her body was undergoing inhuman torment, Zhu Zhu was confident she could surpass Ji Ru; her stamina and strength were beyond question, giving her words ample conviction.

“Isn’t it Gao Lingqi? She was ill today, and her phone was off. We just found her,” Yue Tanxi said.

The fire spread through the small area dominated by the gangs, quickly engulfing two gang headquarters. The gang members wailed in despair, yet no powerful leader emerged to organize firefighting efforts, deepening the panic and uncertainty.

Liu Xiu followed the sound and saw a gaunt old man striding toward the main gate.

Shen Zhan sat beside her, his cold gaze softening as he looked at her face with complex emotion. After a long moment, he slowly lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of her lips—a fleeting, tender kiss filled with intimacy and warmth.

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These pampered officials shivered uncontrollably in the cold; even curling into a ball brought them no relief.

After a short while, everyone fell into slumber—except for the four disciples patrolling Zhongshan Gate. Yet none, not even Huo Min, knew that Xu Bufan had not truly fallen asleep.

Ying Luo could not fathom the motives of someone who would do such a thing. Did he not understand that when the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact? Or did he possess some secret weapon that would spare him from the primordial creatures?

In my memory, a similar scene played out the year we sent Grandma to the nursing home. That day, I carried Grandma on my back while Zhao Mu held the luggage. Like two naïve youths, we placed all our anxieties into the unknown and elusive horizon.

The flicker of gratitude in Ye An’an’s heart suddenly vanished. Indeed, it was just a transaction; there was no need for excessive gratitude.

Although the Dragon Slaying Alliance boasted peak warriors like the Devouring Wildbeast and the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Fires, supreme saints were too few—fewer than a hundred in number.

Now, with Xiahou Yuan dispatching troops directly, he had stepped straight into Sun Fei’s ambush. After all, the Ziwu Path was territory Sun Fei had long controlled, familiar with every twist, turn, and terrain feature.

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