Volume 1, Chapter 31: Lu Junshen: Suisui, call me Daddy.

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Lin Chong had spent half his life nursing grievances, seeking nothing but revenge. Yet, swayed by Song Jiang’s silver-tongued rhetoric and placing the concept of "brotherhood" above all else, he spared Gao Qiu, who lay helpless beneath his blade. Consumed by resentment and indignation, he suffered a grave injury to his heart and lungs, coughing up blood and collapsing, a trauma that would haunt his health forever.

Wang Cai, wearing his cap, strolled through the cafeteria, savoring his university days. As for why he was there, he had not eaten since morning, and the scent of food on his way out of campus had drawn him inside.

Hidden within the dust and mist, the pterosaur fighters ignited their engines, charging toward the nearest enemy warships they could perceive.

Bending down, he slid his hand between her plump thighs, peeling away the smooth, sheer stockings inch by inch.

They listened intently, their lips curling into that knowing, masculine smile shared among men.

Orders came from above, and Brother Ya’s group, stuck in the hallway, widened their eyes in shock. Suddenly, they saw the demons before them stretch out their crimson tongues and begin to lick one another.

"Just luck, really..." Young Master Zhou replied with practiced modesty, despite his confidence in his own poetry.

The scenes within the bubbles were not static; they would decompose and reassemble in constant flux.

"This is your inner-sect disciple token. From now on, your benefits will be equivalent to those of a core disciple," Pei Gaohui said with a smile.

"What happened? Why the rush?" Shen Wei looked up, bewildered. He had spent this time in the dark dimension conducting research, effectively cut off from the world, and had no idea what was happening outside.

The speaker was another authority on music within the judging panel. He didn't know how to evaluate Li Mingqiu other than to praise his brilliance—there was no other choice! Li Mingqiu’s vocal technique was truly world-class; if the professionals were seen making amateur critiques, they would surely be torn to shreds.

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For Yuli, who was seventeen in reality, those beautiful fantasies of the past only filled her with dread.

Bulma said, "No, Goku. While Helis has become a Super Saiyan, the other one isn't Vegeta, but this child here. He can also transform into a Super Saiyan." She pointed to Trunks.

However, the fruits and beads on the trees and vines below four hundred meters had all been picked clean.

This was like a starting line; among those who had awakened, many had already lost the race right here.

After eating the Senzu bean, Helis felt a warm current surge from her back, and for the first time in an instant, she regained sensation in her lower body.

Judging by his tone, he was very familiar with Mikal. Could it be Jin Feng? Unlikely, Jin Feng was too short. What about Hong Tianci? Also impossible; Hong Tianci was bald, while this general before them had hair—a crew cut that looked entirely natural.

Hearing this, the guests seemed to be transported back to their student days, immediately burying their heads to answer the questions. After a few, they realized that this test, regardless of the subject, consisted of problems they had all solved in their youth.

Yunyun, who was stationed here, greeted them with a look of pleasant surprise. With a heady, intoxicating fragrance, she appeared exceptionally beautiful and alluring, enough to stir any man’s heart.

She had hidden the truth about plotting against Lan Qianxue. Although everything else had been resolved, the fact that she had conspired to harm Lan Qianxue remained an undeniable reality.

Third Prince Qin Feng possessed the strength of a ninth-level True Origin realm cultivator, but facing Qin Yi, who was at the second level of the Five Elements realm, the disparity was vast. He immediately fell onto the defensive, beaten back step by step.

"Well, the tea has been drunk and the talk is over. I must be going," Yang Zhengqi said, rising hurriedly to take his leave.

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Then, the General had these men tossed out of the tents to train alongside the other soldiers. Now, their fair skin had been tanned dark, and they were more rugged than any man.

The Underworld was pitch black, devoid of sunlight or stars. I could not tell the time, nor could I distinguish between day and night. I had to rely on my own intuition to decide whether to rest or continue searching for that snowy-white, cold beast—the Nether Snow Beast, the only creature capable of saving my child.

The attacks from Xiao Mingruo and Lu Zhanyi followed closely. Yun Chi and the others parried and countered, but their strikes were deflected, and they were nearly struck by the Judge’s Blood Hand. Although they now knew the weak point of the phantom, Xiao Mingruo’s group was prepared, making a breakthrough difficult.

Lin Yuheng, nearly driven to madness, clutched his head and tore at his hair with such ferocity that a thin layer of locks soon littered the floor.

In any case, she was the President’s own sister. No matter how bold these people were, they would at most lock her up for a few days; they would never dare to kill her.

She smiled, raised her glass to Zhongli Wuyou, and said, "It is my good fortune to meet you today, Fellow Daoist Zhongli." With that, she downed the drink in one gulp.

Shi Mu had conquered the passionate hearts of these soldiers. Even though he held no official rank, in their eyes, he was already an existence akin to a great general.

"Your condition must also be due to the injuries you sustained back then," Wang Zhao noted, knowing that when one’s body is frail, it is indeed easy to suffer from neurasthenia.