Chapter 41

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Dust and smoke were not enough to obscure its body; the reason it appeared hazy was entirely due to the gloomy aura radiating from within, shrouding it completely.

"Father, what on earth is wrong? What could possibly have you in such a panic?" Anyang stepped forward to support his pale-faced father and asked. For as long as he could remember, this was the first time he had ever seen his father lose his composure to such a degree.

Just then, Rita, a member of the medical team, arrived to help Cherrie. Following closely behind, the rest of the group quickly trailed after Lulu.

Dusk had already descended, and it was time for them to set off. There was still quite a distance to the area where the mutated tree roots were located; by the time they reached there, it would likely be fully dark, which made the timing just right.

"I didn't expect you to have cultivated the eighth strand of pure breath as well, but even that cannot change today's outcome." The Blood Sect's old demon was slightly surprised before letting out a cold laugh.

Meanwhile, Bai Qi, Li Zeyan, and the others fell silent, their mouths somewhat dry, their eyes filled with infinite shock and astonishment.

A figure in a hooded cloak walked straight into the room, and Yue Haili promptly closed the door behind them.

Dressed in a suit, he looked just like a black white-collar professional. Seeing Xiao Lin, he warmly invited him to join the meal, asking the housekeeper to bring him a bowl of century egg and lean pork congee as well. This wasn't mere pretense; after all, Xiao Lin and his group were supposed to have arrived late last night, but their car had broken down halfway, causing a lengthy delay.

A sudden and extremely intense feeling welled up within him regarding his past with Tang Song—so many memories that he simply could not forget, considering she was, after all, his first love.

Within the queue, Qin Moshang stood expressionless. Dressed in a suit and wearing a cold expression, he looked nothing like a fan at all.

"Phew, fine then. A normal name? Let's call him Murong Fang—upright and square, by the book. I hope you don't stray onto a crooked path." Murong Chen shook his head and smiled as he spoke to his replicated self.

Wujin was caught in a dilemma, struggling to make a decision. "How about we be ten minutes late, or..." His greasy paw suddenly reached out toward the big shot.

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"Is that so? Is that how you're looking at it?" Chu Xuan pushed up his glasses and selected two more people.

Lin Jie still held his phone in his hand, his brow furrowed. He wasn't sure how severe Hanyu's injuries were, but he had certainly lost a fair amount of blood. He never expected the man to still have the state of mind to ask for water.

With that, Li Jingyi walked straight over and sat in the front passenger seat, while Yusheng smiled awkwardly, walked around to the other side, opened the driver's door, and got right in.

Wujin rubbed his face with a serious expression while spouting nonsense, only breathing a quiet sigh of relief once his teammates' attention had shifted. He sat on a stone, his two feet swinging back and forth. If his former manager were here, he would undoubtedly issue a stern warning: no matter how good your facial features are, they cannot withstand a constant, silly grin.

It wasn't just the fact that he was away on a business trip; even the reasons behind his business trip had been guessed in eighteen different ways by the commercial media.

Aside from the marks on his back, there was also a slight trace at the corner of his mouth. Thank goodness nobody at the court yesterday asked whether he had gone to Xiguan that night.

No matter how skilled at fighting she was, Lin Anjing's strength was ultimately no match for a man over six feet tall. Sent stumbling by this forceful shove, she lost her balance, and just as someone reached out to steady her staggering form, Lu Heng had already thrown open the door and strode inside.

I comforted myself, thinking that it was broad daylight and nothing would happen anyway, so I might as well calm my mind and continue meditating.

"As long as you can find someone of the same bloodline and close kinship to you, and their body happens to possess a spiritual foundation, you are simply following my command to devour all the flesh, blood, and essence of my body. Over 80% of people can acquire the spiritual foundation of their body."

Liang Qiuyue picked up her handbag, let out a cold snort at Jiang Lanxin, and walked away in her high heels with a sharp clacking sound, slamming the door hard enough to shake the room.

During the first ten or so minutes of the match, Roma seized the initiative at the City of Manchester Stadium, enjoying an overwhelming advantage, yet unexpectedly conceded a goal out of nowhere.

Departing on this journey, he and Jiang Changkun reached a consensus on the surface, but in secret, both firmly chose the paths they were destined to walk.

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Witnessing all this, Gu Yuan felt deeply saddened; he did not wish to add the sorrow of parting to it. He bowed to Elder Sun and Elder Ma, saying, "In the future, my Xiao family will entrust you both to take good care of me. Gu Yuan is immensely grateful right here and now." With these words, he executed a deep, respectful bow.

Cui Wan had originally been quite moved, but upon hearing the last sentence, she immediately broke free from Lu Heng's embrace, pushed him out, and slammed the door shut with a vengeance.

"My lords, in your opinion, can this campaign against Tao Qian succeed?" Along the march, Cao Cao turned slightly in the saddle to ask Lu Li, Xun Yu, and the others.

He thought indifferently in the depths of his heart, closing his eyes slightly as he swallowed the last of the wine. The transparent liquid moistened the corners of his lips, then slipped down to drip onto the collar of his paint-stained shirt.

As if sensing his internal grievances against her, Ruan Xia raised her slender eyebrows, prompting Liu Yuyuan to hurriedly clasp his hands together in a plea for mercy, his face plastered with ingratiating smiles.

He agreed on the spot, promising to properly train the security guards, install surveillance at the foot of the mountain road, and set up a gate at the village entrance.

These prominent families were no fools either; they knew that the Sun and Yan families were undoubtedly suffering from a capital shortfall and wanted outside funds to plug the gap.

Chen Shou stood upon the platform, gazing at the undead dragon summoned by the necromancer. His eyes lit up, filled with an expression of deep admiration.

"Am I being unreasonable? Look at what state I'm in right now!" Gu Changce pointed to his face. His exceptionally handsome visage was flushed bright red, tortured by alcohol.

"Of course! I'm going to be a sister-obsessed brother in the future!" Having said that, he even picked up a biscuit and handed it over.

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