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Yet. He had poured everything into raising her for all these years. She ought to be content. She ought to repay him, shouldn't she? If not for him, she, Gu Yiran, would probably have died long ago.
His two nephews had left. Because, in the eyes of his nephews, he was not their grandfather, but merely a stranger with no blood relation to them.
"What have you discovered these past few days while trailing Yue Lingshan?" A gentle breeze drifted past, stirring a stray lock of hair from her temple.
Watching the man who had already straddled his motorcycle and was putting on his helmet, Yuyun secretly covered the spot on her arm where she had just been grabbed, feeling as though the warmth from their skin-to-skin contact still lingered on her flesh.
With a light chuckle, Sikong Han turned the person in his arms around and quickly lowered his head. "Then let's smell foul together." The final syllable vanished between their closely pressed lips.
"Principal Jia, guess where I am?" Xiao Fan asked with a flippant smile. He was calling Jia Qinggao, the current president of Xiqing University, who had been his homeroom teacher during high school.
Recalling the utter devastation and ruins he had witnessed upon ascending the mountain, Dou Hu had to admit that the decline of the stronghold was beyond their power to salvage.
"Brother-in-law, let me take them back to the Zhai family to be cared for. I guarantee that the thieves from the Yue State will not be able to harm a single hair on their heads," Dou Hu pleaded earnestly to Han Fei.
"He was the one who handed the child over to you?" Yin Lengche, whose expression was already sullen, grew even gloomier at the mention of the name Yan Wu.
"What were you talking about that made you so happy just now?" Sikong Han walked over to Yuyun and asked casually, as if by chance. In truth, he had seen Lin Sen talking with Yuyun, which prompted his question.
Jiang Ling cast a somewhat self-reproachful glance at Du He, yet his pace beneath his feet did not dare to slow down in the slightest.
Though the lighting within the room was dim, it could hardly conceal Zhang Menghan's peerlessly breathtaking beauty.
Zhao Tiegang knew that he had to speak up now; otherwise, there was a high likelihood he would directly incur the resentment of Qian Guokun and Director Li. If things were to reach that point, the losses would heavily outweigh any gains for her.
Under the immense suppression, Situ Feiyang felt a wave of terror, for this move was far too powerful—even he feared it.
They only knew that the man before them was a righteous and loyal hero, worthy of everyone's respect.
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The wind seemed to rise, sweeping up countless specks of dust that transformed into towering black vortices resembling tornadoes, connecting heaven and earth and engulfing all of space.
"Once we cross the Seven-Color Stone Bridge, we will immediately see the scenery outside," Ye Meng smiled gently, taking Ah Ling's hand as they stepped onto the Seven-Color Stone Bridge. With each step forward, their figures grew a fraction fainter, until, having crossed the bridge, their bodies vanished completely from sight.
Hearing her mother describe her thus, a blush crept once more onto Ah Ling's face, making her appear all the more endearing.
"How can this be!" Cui Wulei's expression changed drastically. The tenuous connection he had managed to forge with that annihilating heavenly thunder had unexpectedly vanished.
Such thoughts were hardly strange. The staff in high-end service establishments yearned all the more for the lives of dignitaries and aristocrats, having witnessed firsthand that intoxicating luxury and comfort.
"Chenxi is the Sun Sword Ji?" Sword-Master Imperial arrived by Bai Cangdong's side, his expression exceedingly bizarre as he gazed up at the fiercely proud white phoenix in the sky, which was battling the Heaven-Scorching Divine Phoenix despite its Duke-level status, and said in utter astonishment.
After several rounds of aerial dogfighting, the two sides unleashed their genuine tactics. Laser swords flashed from their sheaths, and the two fighter jets shrieked up and down, lunging at one another. Their initial close-quarters engagement ended in a dead heat.
Seeing Ye Dongping look at him with a puzzled expression, Qin Yibail gently shrugged without a word, leaving Ye Dongping utterly helpless.
Bai Junyi breathed a quiet sigh of relief; such an attitude from the other party made it easier for them to act.
"Hehe~ Is that so? Then let this young master guess—is it for some delicious treat that you temporarily degraded yourself to acting as a mount? Come along, be a guest in my Alchemy Clan, and I'll give you any delicacy you want," Baru said.
During its own growth, the Fenghe Continent proper had devoured a vast turbulent spatial rift, ultimately forming the barren wilderness of today.
The epic battle that sealed the Fangshan Valley generated shockwaves profound enough to astound the world, the most immediate consequence of which was a drastic shift in the local weather.
Regrettably, I forgot that it possessed teleportation just like the others. Sure enough, with a lift of its left foot, it vanished, and GOD's attacking magic from behind struck empty air.
Moreover, this T-shirt created a sales miracle. Probably none of the producers had anticipated that such an expensive item would rake in sixteen and a half million pre-orders within a single day—and this was merely day one.
The Two Fools, the Three Wolves, and Old Zhan all offered their persuasion, prompting Cat-Fish to finally accept. Though Fatty tried his utmost to maintain a calm facade, his trembling hands betrayed the turmoil within his heart.
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"Roar!!" The Ancestor God of the Soul-Devouring Insects let out a series of roars, merging into the surrounding chaotic mist, devouring the turbulent surrounding energy, continuously splitting apart, and frantically lunging to bite at the Five-Color Heaven-Blocking Divine Ox. It intended to devour the mount of the Primeval Heavenly Lord first before shattering the Heavenly Lord's true form.
However, the power of the Two Modes could bridge yin and yang, reverse cause and effect, directly lock onto a predetermined outcome, and subsequently fulfill that process through various means later on—a remarkably convenient ability.
Hearing him lavish so much praise, Han Feng also grew intensely eager to know... the figures he would provide, meaning the pricing.
That aura seemed to instantly return the entire desolate heaven to the primordial state of the Myriad Gods Great Universe. With a single flash of an axe-light—brilliant to the extreme, indestructible, and unstoppable—a single axe determined life and death, instantly severing the head of the Star-Swallowing Holy Beast.
Retrieving the leftover supplies from last time, he set up a fire framework, kindled the flames, roasted the bear's paw, and periodically basted it with honey.
The blade-light flashed and vanished, piercing once more into the dragon's main artery! The blood at the dragon's arterial wound rapidly solidified into frost, and the dragon began to thrash in agony upon the ground. Under its final struggles, the entire island quaked violently, as though on the verge of collapse at any second.
Yet, amidst the cheers filling Shuai Mingming's live-stream room, Li An, by contrast, turned ashen-faced, his expression one of profound agony.
The greatest problem lay within. The benefits of establishing employer-employee relationships through contracts within the game were already bearing fruit, but the accompanying drawbacks were only now beginning to show their tip.
A black phantom of Garen flickered through the void, slashing forward abruptly in tandem with his unyielding, resolute sword-strike.
At that moment, within Liu Quan's Weibo live-stream room, many netizens who had watched the broadcast from beginning to end found Li An's actions exceptionally distasteful.
Ling Tao had been invaded by the dark aura to a relatively shallow degree, and Wang Zifeng was already quite familiar with such conditions. This time, he avoided the trouble of rescuing the cloud fox, succeeding with a single strike.
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