Sixteen Talismans

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Lu Xingjie and Wang Tianlong had met many years ago and had been close friends for over a century. Now, with the Haitianshen Mountain sect facing calamity and several ancient elders in the combined Divine Spirit stage severely injured, coupled with the grandmaster Feng Xuan in a coma, Lu Xingjie’s purpose for this trip was clear without needing to be spoken.

That glance instantly tightened his heart; his eyes then fell on the stack of drawings in Song Yiyi’s hand.

She was thinking of her family, of that other world, but what about him? Did she not care? Just leaving like that—what was he supposed to do?

Kang De, unusually, did not immediately follow Ruitai’s orders but once again requested to see the governor of Yazhou.

“How many decades does one have in a lifetime?” Chun Feng’s expression was languid, his cheeks slightly flushed, as if he had been drinking.

“Do you think I act on impulse?” Feng Lingxiao turned to look at the calm-faced Long Xiu. Of course, this was a carefully considered move; he simply hadn’t expected his elder brother to avoid the matter.

“Years have passed in the blink of an eye, yet I still…” Pei Yueyue, her gaze softening into infatuation, caught herself before habitually going to torment Gu Lian. Suddenly realizing Chen Xing was present, she swallowed the latter half of her words—though these years had passed, I still like you this much, Chen Xing.

Aurelia Elf Academy operated on a credit system; students could freely choose courses as long as preconditions were met.

At this point, I really want to tell you that this work, following Chu Yu’s pace, has already aired nearly half of its content.

At that moment, the three temporarily forgot about the gifts; compared to those, the text message was undoubtedly far more important.

That young man’s ruthless methods, launching indiscriminate attacks—did he think the lives of his Black Dragon Society brothers were worthless?

Jiang Wuyou nodded as he took the gourd, leapt down from his sword, and flew over to the riverbank, where cries of pain began to rise in waves.

Xu Yaohua suddenly froze; his eyes brightened slightly. His lips moved subtly, and with a complex look, he glanced at Mo Chen, then shamefully turned away, silent.

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However, Qian Feng had long been taken out of the Sword Tomb by him—in front of their master no less. If the master was concerned about Qian Feng, his behavior shouldn’t have been so unusual.

Then Jin Shengzhe saw those feet turn 180 degrees and move toward the door.

King Gedan and Ye Mei were overjoyed. Riding on Qin Yang’s favor, they had the chance to set foot on the Immortal Island a second time.

“Worry my ass. I’m just afraid you’ll get hurt and embarrass our Dragon Charm, got it? Hmph!” Sister Mei huffed, turning her head dismissively.

With those words, everything became clear—the Sun family had changed its surname; they were no longer a traditional martial clan but part of the Special Ninth Division.

Seeing Lin Yue’s solemn expression, Huang Ping, a registered disciple of Butterfly Valley, was the first to ask, “Senior Brother Lin, what’s wrong?” Although Huang Ping was older, Lin Yue was a formal disciple, so Huang Ping dared not be presumptuous.

“After you collect your belongings, come out and tell me which exit you’re at; I’ll pick you up there,” Gao Yue said.

Finally, when everyone quieted down, Liu Hu sulked under his blanket but threw a tantrum, unable to sleep.

After all, this was not the time for such discussions; the best course was to head toward Yu Han’s mountain-backed territory first.

Inside, it was still the ruin it had been before he left, except for the solitary Nian’an Hall standing out in the distance.

“Got it. Don’t worry, I’ve grown up and will take good care of myself,” Tang Yu’s steps hesitated briefly before she pulled Ning Tongtong away from the dojo.

With that, Heguang Tongchen pressed a hand on Chiming’s shoulder blade and directly lifted the seductive creature out.

Pan Datou nodded but soon furrowed his brows again. Receiving news that was like meat about to be eaten but unable to grasp it made him restless.

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“Tell me, if Lianhe knew you used these methods, or those things you’re ashamed of, would he still want to continue with you?” Tang Yue’s voice was calm and measured. Seeing Xiang Yazhi’s guilt and retreat in her eyes, she felt a deep sense of injustice for her mother.

It wasn’t that he was unpopular; it was just that during this post-exam discussion time, a poor student like him simply couldn’t find a word to speak.

It seemed that since last week, Ma Chao in Shanghai had devoted all his energy to Wang Xiu.

Much stronger than before? Could Saiyans really get stronger without training? Piccolo felt ashamed. He had fought hard to reach his current level, while Vegeta’s strength had multiplied in an instant.

Just like this person before me, after entering the room, there wasn’t even anyone to brief him on the room’s details. Only those in this line of work understood such pain.

“Slaton?? Hmph—what nonsense are you spouting? My name is Slag!” The Namekian, claiming to be Slag, descended from the sky and looked down at Bardock with disdain.

The next dawn, Wang Jie rose early, ate breakfast with his parents, gave some instructions, and took Wang Ting to the meeting place agreed upon with He Tianlang and others.

I leaned against the rockery, unable to gather my thoughts for a long time. I heard every word of their conversation just now. Now I finally understood why Xiao Ziling’s emotions have been so volatile lately—it was all because he wanted to make me his consort.

All the soldiers had already accepted the thought of dying, but their unyielding will not to retreat, not to let the alien race slaughter their compatriots, sustained their desperate resistance.

“So what if you’re hogging it? Bring it here!” Chun Xiang domineeringly leaned forward to snatch the plate of ribs. The two fought over it right in front of Yun Xiao.