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Night Xinghun naturally knew that what Qu Fang cared about was not the incident itself, nor so-called saving face, but rather what he thought of him.

While his mind was racing, Chen Mingxian did not stop speaking. In one breath, he articulated his thoughts, dividing them into two parts and covering three aspects in total: the whole, and the two sides. This could also be considered an integration of the concept of division into two and the holistic view.

However, He Yulu also said something that chilled my heart: this was her final request to fulfill my promise—after the illness was cured, I was not to look for her again, and the treatment had to take place in America.

Without dodging or blinking, her eyes burning red, she stared at the giant's arm, raised her dual pistols, and continued to fire in rapid succession, this time targeting the armpit.

When it finally reached four thousand with great difficulty, it started leaping upward by twenties and thirties. After jumping for a long time without crossing the hurdle of forty-five hundred, Crescent Moon grew extremely anxious yet helpless.

Zhang Sanfeng and the Immortal Emperor exchanged a glance. Although they did not know what Leiyu intended to do, they believed that Leiyu would never act without a purpose.

I said to Yanzi, "Don't you think this is a bit inappropriate?" Yanzi ignored me and sharply pulled me along as she sprinted far away.

A teacup lid hurtled toward her through the air. Princess Dai turned her head away in a panic, and the lid crashed onto the ground behind her with a crisp sound.

However, the moment he released his Demon King Lotus Platform, a burst of green light suddenly shot from Li Nianfeng's hand and struck the lotus platform. The radiance of the entire Demon King Lotus Platform instantly extinguished, and as if it had lost all support, it plummeted straight downward.

These were all refugees from various places who had thought they could find a sanctuary for survival, only to discover that this place had also become a graveyard at the end of the world.

A wooden sword has no sharp edge; what use could it possibly have? Perhaps some senior experts liked to put on airs using wooden swords, but that was only when their strength completely crushed their opponents. The fellow opposite him had only cleared thirty-three acupuncture points—what was there left to show off?

Zhou Jifeng only then realized the other implication of his words. At this moment, he could only conjure distant thoughts of his family back home; only by doing so would his demeanor match that of a man whose entire family had perished.

Sitting on the trunk of a large tree not far from his side, she looked at him with her large, dark eyes in a gaze that was not quite a smile.

At this point, Qin Fei finally understood the rough outline of the mystery behind the disappearance of Pei Ruoxi and the imperial guards, while simultaneously beginning to worry about the safety of those three thousand imperial guards.

Pengre stepped forward, handed a spear to Zhou Jifeng, and gestured for him to draw first blood.

"Don't worry, how could the Yamamoto family ever condescend to look at Zhou Xion? That Yamamoto Zhenyi is merely playing with him," Jiang Yulan said with immense disdain.

Ye Wanyun and Ye Rentai had been waiting in the room for a long time, watching with smiling faces as Bai Yu walked toward them.

Dian Wei did not make the first move. He knew his own strength and was well aware of the capabilities of the other four, as they had all fought their way up from the preliminary qualifiers.

He could not help fiercely slamming his palm onto the office desk. Looking at the playback screen still blocked by dense layers of text, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out four words.

Just as the battle reached its most intense phase, the sound of applause suddenly came from behind the crowd. Everyone turned their heads to see the infant demon inside the bubble wearing an innocent smile while clapping its hands incessantly. The bubble drifted forward, slowly moving toward them.

"Girl, are you alright?" When Baili Yue hurried over, Chu Yunlian's complexion was deathly pale.

"Feng Wuhen, I never expected you to be so despicable as to drug my tea!" Perceiving the sudden surge of heat within her body, Ji Zili looked at him with a fierce and stern expression.

Judging by the meaning of this sentence, did it sound like Toshi's curiosity? He was very eager to know what kind of person it was that even required Ista to invite him to help eliminate them.

Aside from a few high-ranking figures, no one knew where the Black Camp was located, nor did anyone know the exact number of members within it.

Blood slaves had not become extinct, which meant there were still Blood Ancestors surviving in the world. Jinyan felt a slight shock at everything before her; she had never expected to witness the nearly extinct Vampire race here.

After muttering to herself in solitude for a long time, she suddenly realized that Zi Qianye was nowhere to be found in the room. Where on earth had he gone?

The Huaxia ancient martial arts team had encountered trouble—or rather, the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers had encountered trouble. Ahead of them lay a huge canyon where lightning flashed and thunderbolts constantly descended from the sky, fiercely striking the canyon.

Yet Ye Wunian was ultimately Ye Wunian, not some nobody. Ye Wunian could die in battle, but he would never flee in ignominy. Furthermore, he had already lost the Yuntian Palace; even if he managed to survive in a wretched state, what of it? Even if he were to perish here today, he would not let Chen Feng off easily.

Ji Zili had always known that Moyu Jingchen was formidable, but she still could not help feeling astonished at this moment. He was actually capable of controlling the air currents around his entire body—there were probably very few people in this world capable of such a feat. Was this monstrosity trying to defy the heavens?

Although he also liked Uncle Yun, that unique feeling emanating from his father was something Uncle Yun could not provide. By comparison, he liked this father immensely, from the very first moment he laid eyes on him.

"However, while this idea of yours is good, whom shall we send to execute it? Almost everyone in the Crimson Dragon Army is currently injured, and I have lost this arm! Long Zhan has yet to fully recover from his last injury either," Yan Feng said.

That soft evening glow similarly shone upon Nan Ba's face, casting a vivid, glowing blush of warmth over features that were naturally not all that shy.

That engineering team had connections and capital, but their qualifications had not yet been processed and they failed to meet regulations. Wang Kaobei's company held the bidding qualifications and served as an intermediary.