Chapter 56

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Although the great-grandfather's tone was not particularly stern, Monroe shuddered violently as if a lion were roaring right in her face.
Yin Biwei glared at her in exasperation, complaining that she was taking his side even before they were married, wondering if she still considered her a friend.
Shi'er trembled with apprehension, murmured an assent, removed the veil from Wen Yukou's hands, and gently placed it over Wen Yushang's head.
Qin Muchen did not reply. He sat sideways on the sofa, his long and powerful legs crossed, radiating a tense, coiled readiness. Especially when he lowered his gaze, his eyes held a subtle, indefinable emotion.
Yet she, faced with such a riddled and transparent deception, could neither refute nor question it, nor even dare to ask a single word about the whereabouts of the jade.
Today he wore a simple white shirt, unknotted and casually open at the collar, which looked far better than a stiff, formal suit and made him appear even younger. He was the absolute embodiment of the campus prince charming in Su Nian'an's mind; she only blamed herself for their age gap, for not being fortunate enough to attend the same school.
After leaving, Mu Yi first headed to the Spirit Storage Chamber—not to buy anything, but to sell. With zero contribution points to his name, how could he possibly dare to set up an arena? Therefore, he took out two human-realm demonic beast crystal cores he had on hand, intending to trade them for some contribution points.
"Third Prince, give me a reason. You sent people to protect me, provided me with top-tier medicinal supplements among your tributes, and always sneaked into my room at night... There is something you want from me, isn't there?" Wen Yukou's eyes were filled with moonlight, shimmering and enchanting, yet utterly surreal.
Hit by the rock blade, Swellow plummeted swiftly from the smoke in the air onto the battlefield, its eyes swirling into spirals.
Enduring the agonizing pain of being consumed by flames, Yan Wu glared at Xiao Li and said, "Xiao Li, don't even dream of escaping, and don't even think about using my hands to burn the entire world to ashes. Today is your day of death." Yan Wu widened her eyes, only to see her motionless self as the four Crimson-burning Immortal-Slaying Swords behind her surged forward, wreathed in roaring flames, piercing straight toward Xiao Li.
Looking at such an impregnable social environment, Guo Lang's only impulse was to curse out loud: Why wasn't he born in a place like this?
"Brother Qi, we've now arrived in Drifting Snow City. What should we do next?" After moving into the Floating Cloud Mansion, Qin Mu suddenly felt nervous, acting somewhat lost and flustered like a newly arrived groom.
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Seeing the expression on the other person's face, Guo Lang gave a bitter smile. He, too, had found it hard to believe initially. How should he put it? People really were different sometimes. It was just like playing a game—holding a strong early-game hero didn't necessarily guarantee a win. Hadn't people seen support characters like Soraka go top lane and crush their opponents?
Even after the explosion, the terrifying and intricate image of the Six Paths of Samsara manifested once more behind Wang Zheng, and within that reincarnation, the divine soul of the netherworld was utterly pulverized by that horrific might.
Lin Feng looked up and let out a sharp cry, his hands sweeping up an endless flurry of sword shadows to fend off the majority of the freezing true qi. Yet, his left hand was still struck by the remaining force, causing it to go instantly rigid.
The sea breeze brushed past his bangs, dark hair falling beside his face. Shano meticulously wiped down every single edge of the wooden sword until it was completely spotless.
Then, a supreme being arrived, muttered some incomprehensible words to the ancient coffin, and countless streaks of light soared into the sky, clashing in the starry expanse beyond the firmament.
The Demon Hunter Guild in the Black Autumn Mountain region could be considered plagued by misfortune ever since its establishment.
However, Ma Hao was entirely immune to this act. He hadn't wanted to come in the first place, and now that he was here, Fang Miao was still dragging his feet so tediously.
Seeing that Zhang Liu had the audacity to mock her illness, Yinniang's expression shifted instantly. She reached out to strike Zhang Liu's neck, but the moment she moved, her body felt utterly sapped of strength. Stars danced before her eyes, and unable to support herself a moment longer, she collapsed onto the bed.
These words instantly provoked Ye Qiu'er, who snapped, "I was merely making a joke, why did you have to run your mouth so much! You defeated it, so it's only right that you let it go. I merely found its nature wicked and cunning, which is why I added that remark, only to be barked at by you!" In her agitation, her delicate face turned a bruised shade of purplish-blue.
"Hahahaha, yes, yes, yes! Whatever madam says goes!" Shenyi laughed heartily, stroking over to the window and pulling it shut.
Why were Ye Yaohua and Yuan Rongxin eligible for employee discounts? Because they belonged to Gratitude Investment Company. Last year, the Gratitude Charitable Foundation invested around one hundred million in philanthropic projects, with Guizhou Province being a major coverage area.
The faint, clean fragrance of tea from his body drifted once more into Ye Guoguo's nostrils. The distance between their faces was less than a centimeter, his high-paved bridge of a nose pressing against the tip of hers. Her face felt as though it were burning up; Hua Xuanji rolled her eyes in embarrassment and turned her head away.
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Qin Yibai's Spirit Armor Legion, however, was quite different. Though they didn't possess a single king-grade armor, they genuinely boasted over a thousand commander-grade soul artifacts! Even back in the First Universe, gathering such a vast quantity of commander-grade soul artifacts was not something that could be achieved overnight.
"Damn it, we're finally out!" As soon as he stepped out of the teleportation array, Feng Wuqing cursed loudly, then fell silent.
Hong Feng harbored extreme hatred toward Yuan Gu. Carelessly, he had allowed this ant from the First Universe to damage his most beloved battleship, causing him agonizing heartache. At this moment, he vented his rage by wantonly torturing Yuan Gu, gnashing his teeth and roaring in fury.
With a final battle cry, he lunged like a starving tiger toward the carriage drawn by sixteen fine steeds, startling the horses into rearing back on their hind legs and letting out frantic neighs.
Following the Battle of Wuhan, Chinese and Japanese forces engaged in protracted, fierce battles centered around southern Hubei and Hunan. Due to the stubborn resistance of the Chinese military, the Japanese army found itself permanently unable to achieve any further decisive victories, forcing them to rely on their overwhelming aerial superiority to launch endless, indiscriminate bombings on Chongqing.
"I can't tell you just yet. Anyway, just have this boss cooperate with me for a few days, and I guarantee you'll see results within a week," Guang Tianyu said mysteriously.
The 70th-tier powerhouse nodded slightly, his attitude remarkably polite—after all, the combat power of the Xifa before him was now no less than his own.
Unfortunately, the Wrath God's threats had no effect on Nolan. The Wrath God was formidable indeed, but right now, he was merely a wisp of consciousness condensed with scattered wrath-energy; with Nolan's current strength, he truly had nothing to fear.
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