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"Wait." The dead man finally came back to life, grabbing Huang Fei's arm to keep him from getting out of the car.

Merely locking eyes with Jun Yanchen made Du Wanjuan feel as though she had plunged into an ice cave. A bone-chilling cold gripped her entire body, while waves of terror and panic instantly overwhelmed her.

"There are some things I couldn't figure out, but then I saw the light on in your room. Since neither of us can sleep, we might as well discuss it together." Su Hao shrugged indifferently. Though his tone was casual, it failed to mask the exhaustion on his face.

Jing Yuchen and the other two glanced around simultaneously. Finding nothing unusual, they turned their attention back to the shaken An Yan standing before them.

With no other choice, he had to leave, find another secluded mine to absorb the immortal stones, and then return.

Because they handled their projects personally, their hands looked different from those of the people downstairs. It was not a matter of whether the ring finger and middle finger were of equal length, but rather that the targeted technical requirements of manipulating gambling tools had cultivated corresponding strength, speed, and sensitivity, ultimately altering the shape of their hands.

"Enough!" At that very moment, the Marquis of Mighty Might took a step forward, landing fiercely right in front of Mu Jingtang. Without displaying any lethal moves, he simply shook his mighty torso, and without a trace of visible true Qi, a terrifying wave of force swept outward.

"All of you, put your clothes on and come back with us." The lead police officer pointed at Hao Shuai and the others as he spoke.

The Green Lotus Sword Art was evidently much more formidable, but the more formidable something was, the harder it was to practice. The Myriad Woods Spring Return Sword Art could be learned through practice, but the Green Lotus Sword Art relied entirely on comprehension.

"Forget it, I'll go ask someone else instead. If I tell Grandpa, he won't let me go again." Looking somewhat dejected, Tian Yuan turned and walked away.

Although Ye Feng had not seen the newcomer's face clearly, he had already guessed the identities of these people in his heart.

He should never have listened to the Grand Duke and sent this girl back in the first place—just look at what she had become now.

The reason he chose to face Ye Xiongg directly was that, from the arena battles until now, his cultivation and the true Qi condensation he had displayed seemed, on the surface, to have gone completely unnoticed by anyone.

Hearing Bai Qianyu address Ye Feng by that title, everyone except Ding Wo cast fearful glances at Ye Feng.

Wang Yuyan was momentarily at a loss for words. Could she admit that she simply couldn't stand a mere princess consort who managed to win the favor of Gong Wuxie?

In the Imperial Palace space, Sheng Fengnian was still diligently climbing the ladder today, while Qin Qiuchiu and Song Shuhang were climbing just as diligently, though looking like dead dogs.

Regarding the Ninth Elder's verdict, the assembly of Ye family disciples showed little reaction, but the remaining Ye family law-enforcement disciples maintaining order in the arena all heaved a sigh for Ye Yungang.

"I'm so envious that you already have such an advanced secret base..." Zhou Buwei's eyes gleamed.

Zhao Xing shook his head and said, "Brother Xia, the future affairs of Yancheng are in your hands now. If this old brother can meet you again in the next life, we will definitely become sworn brothers!" As he spoke, Zhao Xing actually reached to detonate the explosives. Just as he was about to do so, someone suddenly fired a shot, striking Zhao Xing's arm.

"Devil's Hand, Fusion!!!" Lin Feis couldn't help shouting out loud. Heaven knows how Lin Feis managed to blurt out those six words—probably from watching too much Japanese anime.

What he said was not without reason. Indeed, it was his own miscalculation; he had never expected that a mere borrowed Dharma body obtained through possession could possess such astonishing escaping speed.

"Apocalypse! No, you are not the real Apocalypse! You are merely a pathetic wretch who delusionally aspires to become Apocalypse!" Qianhuan looked at the giant eye and smiled as she spoke, and that very eye was none other than the master of this world, "Apocalypse."

This frightened him immensely. Previously, it was fine to fool scattered tribes, but now even the Beast Emperor Palace had been hoodwinked by the Big-headed One. How could this be tolerated?

Most importantly, they had been fighting against the forces led by Orochimaru for two whole days. For two full days, neither side had eaten a single bite of food, not even military ration pills.

It wasn't until dawn that some White Wave rebels were ordered to come and clear away the corpses—not out of any reluctance to leave their comrades exposed in the wilderness, but simply because the messy piles of dead bodies formed a natural barrier that would slow down the siege.

Ye Xingchen had also encountered Long Ling'er along the way; they had not been together from the very beginning.

To think that Sarutobi Hiruzen's evaluation of Kakashi would be so high, even guessing who the future Hokage would be. Could it be that he had also read Naruto?

Before the dagger could pierce his body, Ye Lei rolled over to break free from Young Master Tian's control and punched him flying.

The weapons of the two collided once more, sending shockwaves of energy rippling outward. Both figures were forced back half a step, locked in an evenly matched stalemate.

Palace servants bustled in and out, busy hanging the heavy autumn and winter curtains, while the windows were being freshly papered with translucent white paper.

After chatting a little longer, Qiao Xianyun went directly to find Old Man Luo and shared his thoughts with him.

The outer perimeter was inhabited by low-level demonic beasts, which attacked the town of Moyuan almost every night. This ensured that the supply of demonic beast resources in Moyuan would never be exhausted, allowing them to trade for even more magic stones and supplies.

Peace still reigned here; the hidden demonic entities were unaware of the crisis that had just unfolded, and his three familiars resting within the castle remained undisturbed.

At that moment, Zuo Ci was preparing to bolt from the side of the chaotic graveyard where he was hiding toward the direction of the brushwood. A chilling wind swept across his back, accompanied by the fluttering of a shadowy figure. The thief immediately spun around, only to find himself once again staring nakedly at the bizarre mask of the Ghost Raccoon, which was now inches away, and the enchanting red eyes gleaming upon it.