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Ling Tianqi had a well-proportioned figure, and the tight black suit he wore made him blend seamlessly into the dark night. If not for his fair face, it would have been nearly impossible to recognize him. After registering at the front desk, following the directions, Leng Qingxi took the elevator up to the eighteenth floor of Xianghai Building. She took a deep breath before stepping out.

The so-called “flower house” was much like a secret door—it was a place where flesh trade was conducted. Once inside, one could support themselves and avoid being discarded as useless. Being part of the flower house meant having the freedom to choose one’s clients rather than being forced upon.

The Princess Consort Jing’s eyes flickered briefly as she said softly, “Come with me.” With that, she turned and stepped out the door. Hesitating for a moment, Ruoxi followed her.

The cold, low laughter resembled a lurking venomous snake, slowly exhaling crimson blood in the darkness. Moonlight illuminated the man’s sharp and aloof profile, ethereally beautiful, yet his eyes, deep and unfathomable, sent a chill straight to the heart.

The city, once permeated with the scent of Buddhist incense for countless years, was instantly engulfed by the stench of blood. Wherever one looked, Buddhist believers had been slaughtered. A few remaining monks with some cultivation fought desperately to protect the faithful, but all efforts were in vain.

After hearing Ling Jiacheng’s account, Ling Fei’er nodded slightly. It seemed this Wan Ling was no ordinary figure.

However, for some unknown reason, the news had leaked; everyone knew the president’s wife was arriving, and the commotion was naturally grand.

“I never asked you to save me; you’re just being presumptuous,” Feng Liuwu said without turning his head, his words unyielding.

Leng Qingxi felt the surroundings were chaotic, with constant noise preventing her from getting any sleep.

Qiao Ting remained the same, her expression cold, her eyes always crystal clear, like a lake reflecting a clear blue sky.

The Marquis of Salisbury paused, a look of surprise crossing his face. Gradually, he smiled, “Belfort, you’re always so sharp. I really don’t know what I’d do without you, old fellow!” The Marquis shook his head in admiration and lightly patted Belfort’s shoulder.

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“Lord Shen must proceed with caution; it’s better to be slow than to rush and jeopardize the empire’s affairs!” Hu Keqin spoke earnestly.

All the Dao servants felt a tremor within and cast their gazes toward the palace with its gates tightly shut. The speaker had been the first Dao servant, the Lord of Heavenly Punishment.

With Mother Su’s help, Qin Tang believed Su Yan’s father wouldn’t be too difficult to deal with.

As they spoke, the two supreme kings from the Origin Realm exchanged a glance before throwing back their heads in laughter, their voices echoing through the grand hall.

Whether it was Feng Yifeng, Carlos, or those few manipulators, after hearing Fei’s doubts, they all burst into hearty laughter.

Making indecent jokes, Jerry sleepwalked Leila down to the first-floor lobby. There, a dozen or so servants in black uniforms were bustling about cheerfully, though their exact tasks were unclear. Upon seeing Leila, they respectfully stopped and bowed deeply.

Although the two masters doubted the identity of Tian Feng, they showed no envy like the students did—only curiosity. They treated Tian Feng as a junior, neither deliberately befriending nor coldly ignoring him.

No one had expected this red carpet premiere style to be so warmly welcomed and garner such attention. The acceptance capacity of Hong Kong citizens was truly strong, especially their understanding and recognition of new things, far beyond the expectations of media and government alike.

Lin Zixiao brought Chu Qiu to a bar street. After parking, he directly pulled her into a tastefully decorated establishment.

The impulsiveness had its price—his senior brother, as graceful as the moon and jade, had his priceless white fox cloak singed, a layer of fur scorched yellowish and emitting an unpleasant odor.

Since they were leaving the next day, that night Liu Ziye and the others cooked a lavish farewell dinner.

The words of the nine-rank, third-level Bull-Headed Horse-Bodied demon beast piqued Felix’s curiosity.

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“Good, it tastes great. I really like it!” Li Ge took a bite of the dish made by Mama Mu and said.

“No need to be so formal with me.” Seeing Lan Xiaoxiao, Colin’s gloomy mood immediately brightened.

This change meant that since entering this world, Chu He was eating real meat for the first time in a meaningful way.

To be honest, these days following Luo Hanyin, he had met the Luo family and even their arrogant and domineering matriarch.

You have successfully arrived at the Underworld Dog Star. At present, this star system has only one life-bearing planet left. Upon sensing, there is no existence of ninth-level Saint Emperor realm beings anywhere on the Underworld Dog Star. There are only about a dozen Saint Emperors, the strongest being at the seventh level.

Originally, by normal logic, as a member of the Treant tribe, she would have no trouble eliminating a demon.

“Captain Zhang, do you think we will be affected?” Zhou Lin, aware that Captain Zhang was more experienced in such matters, asked him to prepare for any necessary countermeasures.

Taking a long breath, Li Qiu grabbed the nearby phone. Perhaps now, he needed to eat something.

He said there might be electrical wires underground, but the surrounding area clearly had power poles. Mountainous terrain was hardly suitable for underground wiring, and if wires were buried, there would not be isolated magnetic fields at discrete points.

“No, I’m very strict about health management. I saw Dad smoking in the yard when I left, and I confiscated this pack of cigarettes,” Xu Xian shook his head, rejecting Li Qiu’s words.