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The crispy skin on the outside was brushed with real honey and roasted to perfection, not like the usual roasted duck shops that use industrial coloring.

“Boss, isn’t it time to show us your special skills?” Chen Ming smiled and said.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Shen Feifei suddenly sat upright. Instinctively, he delved his psychic abilities deeper into the Shen family.

Perhaps due to the urgency, the glow emitted by the stone was no longer the gentle light of the spirit pearl but dazzling—blindingly bright.

“Amitabha, Wukong, you’ve entered the Buddhist path, so why do you still kill with such severity?” the master scolded angrily.

His thoughtfulness, his attentiveness, his sensitivity, his mischievousness, and his fearless defense against all dangers to protect her firmly under his wings.

It seemed there was no way to glean the desired information here at Mogu; I could only wander alone in this world.

From that moment on, Sargas was no longer the Sargas he once was. Though the name remained, the memories intact, and even the human genes in his body unchanged, he could no longer be considered human.

Yet all this was merely her wishful thinking; how Lucifer felt was beyond her control.

In the next instant, a wave of dense seeds emitting green light shot precisely toward Aogu Yan.

He reached out to pinch his face, sighed softly upon seeing the cinnabar on his forehead and the color of his eyes.

Seeing her put down her chopsticks, Gu Tingjue also set his aside. In truth, he had mostly kept her company while eating and probably only ate two ribs she had picked for him.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, an arm stretched through the gap beneath the rolling shutter—a rubbery arm reaching for the iron chain of the sliding glass door.

At this moment, a member of the Water Fleet had just located the stone tablet and left; Bai Mo’s psychic power swept the area and spotted his figure, immediately pursuing in that direction.

Chen Tang did not hold back, pocketing two manuals and telling Zheng Junyue, “To me, the ‘Twilight Rain Dragon’ is more precious. Wan Yue Sect probably never expected that what harmed you would become my greatest advantage.” The three laughed together.

The next moment, under everyone's stunned gaze, Sanaito and Bai Mo’s psychic powers materialized, merging into a connecting bridge.

Touching Ye Qingwan’s pulse, his expression shifted; his brow furrowed then relaxed, a tangled feeling he could not express. He checked several times more.

Besides, Ye Qingwan would not like him either. He did not want him to fall too deeply and end up hurting himself.

But the suppression across two levels was obvious; the monarch snake endured several attacks but ultimately defeated all the Houndoom.

“Come in, let me take a look. At your age, you should be losing teeth,” Dr. Lin said, leading Qingbao into the examination room.

The white-haired, youthful-faced elder seemed enraged, controlling Ling Feng’s body, arms spread wide, aura vibrating, his robe fluttering fiercely.

The raft gradually reached the center of the water. The undercurrents grew stronger, as if something was rapidly approaching.

Speaking of which, this household was wealthy enough to lease a spot with a hot spring and construct a mansion.

I reached out a finger to check; seeing Su’s breath still faintly present, knowing she was not in immediate danger, I gently laid her on the ground.

Only then did Zhao Wuji truly realize what was happening, collapsing and screaming in agony, his face contorted, cold sweat pouring down, and a foul odor emanating from his groin.

“There’s already a lead. By the way, I have to tell you something...” On the phone, Jian Hao’s expression remained unchanged as he said, “Remember to protect her.” Without waiting for a reply, he hung up, clasped his hands, and bowed his head in thought.

Ling Feng seemed to see Chu Hongyan’s butterfly-like figure and hear her oriole-like laughter.

The soundproofing in this inn was poor. Meng Yanxi, three rooms away, could still hear everything clearly.

“Your brother left with me and hasn’t returned. Don’t you find that strange? Don’t you have any questions? Where do you think he went?” Lin Xiru asked with a smile.

To send an army of 150,000 untrained, inexperienced soldiers against 300,000 elite troops required immense courage and resolve.

Not to mention the two waiting anxiously here, at Chen’s place, she had already carefully observed the courtyard through the wall. The yard was small: three main rooms to the north, two wings on each side, with only the east side of the main house still lit; all other rooms were pitch black.

Luo Chenyang knew it was unlikely she would willingly get into the car. Therefore, he prepared to get out; as soon as she turned, he immediately jumped down and chased after her.

In fact, Yang’s mother’s worries were not unfounded; Yang Ruoli vaguely sensed problems between her and Qin Fengzhan but chose to ignore them. Her indifference did not mean the situation wouldn’t escalate.

She didn’t know how she dragged her heavy steps out of the ward or what this departure meant. Could Li Yuetong still forgive her?

Bai Xiaoyu sat beside Fu Qingdong, trying to maintain a hint of laziness, avoiding stiffness.

Undoubtedly, this man had always been God’s favorite, radiating irresistible masculine charm even while wounded.

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