Chapter 50: So Close Yet So Far

However, his attention was mostly fixed on An Yanran, who had just risen from the ground, looking disheveled.

“No, Zhiqiu, I love you!” Yi Yanlin said nervously, staring at her. He was certain of his feelings and knew exactly what he was doing.

Yet, such a prestigious sect, renowned throughout the martial world for centuries, was said to have been wiped out just like that.

Chu Ya responded calmly. In fact, when she had unexpectedly encountered Junlan earlier, though surprise was evident on Junlan’s face, it was overshadowed by a clear desire to avoid any further connection with them.

Little did they realize that, at this moment, Gu Yan found her lack of pants and such arrogance to be an immense provocation.

“Yi... Yanlin...” Shen Zhiqiu’s body grew weaker, as if boneless, collapsing onto Yi Yanlin. Her breathing became heavier.

From Yanlin City’s perspective, it was indeed He Changyu who was at fault, but those involved are often blinded while bystanders see clearly. Being caught in the middle, how could he perceive that all of this had actually begun because of his own domineering and capricious nature?

Emperor Zhide did not heed the words of Palace Attendant Kong but quietly gazed at the sand table before him, filled with amazement. Wen Jin’s test paper even mentioned the name under Wei Zheng.

Before she could lift her head, Gu Yan suddenly grasped her chin, forcing her to look directly into his dark eyes.

Following this, Cheng Jin and the others wore light veils that reached their shoulders. Though the scenery outside appeared somewhat blurred through the veils, it did not dampen Wen Qingwu’s spirits. Walking alongside, gazing around at the east, south, west, and north was nothing extraordinary.

Wei Qing responded softly and quietly followed the village chief, who was seen talking on the phone in the distance.

Mu Qianmei immediately began channeling spiritual energy inside the ring as Mo Wentian had instructed, attempting to open the ring’s space, but to no avail.

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“I heard your country is very advanced in the arts,” Li Youran said to Jingjing Tianhuizi with a hint of mischief.

Young Master Zhao remained silent, indicating all was well. They certainly would not take any action, as such things were common in the NBA.

Although lacking strong direct attack power, the "Nest of Corruption" amassed vast amounts of demonic energy, possessing formidable corruptive infection abilities.

Rong Ting probably believed she was devoted to him, but when he was about to reveal her identity, she placed her hand in another man’s, publicly humiliating him with a green hat.

“Old Du, take these things as confiscated property. Consider it my contribution to the country,” Su Chen said with a smile.

Ten clumps of earth swirled through the air, transforming in an instant into ten earthen dogs.

He spoke while eating the food on the table, finding the roasted dishes less fresh but uniquely flavorful. Pouring himself more wine, he feasted heartily, alternating bites of meat with sips of alcohol.

Winnie quietly watched Qiu Xuan. After an indeterminate time, she emerged from her memories and quietly left. It was already late, and Winnie had to go home.

Wei Zheng sighed. Though he had reached the Imperial Realm, it was only the initial stage, far inferior to the Wei family’s patriarch.

“Very well, I won’t disturb you further. I must report back to Premier Yuan,” Tang Shaoyi said.

Flying under the Hao family’s banner, the subordinates dared not interfere, allowing the two to pass easily. After leaving the Hao family’s caravan, they headed west toward the Tiandao Sect.

Ru Yu lowered her head and walked to the center of the flower hall, kneeling down. Her eyes scanned the hall but found no sign of Peng Mo. Anxiety welled up inside her—if not him, who else could save her?

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“Our hotel has a history of ten years, yet we have never seen the daughter of our sect visit!” the waiter said regretfully.

“That’s too formal. Though our Tiandao Sect is called a demonic cult, we act as agents of divine justice. Within our sect, there is no distinction of rank, only brothers,” Zhang Honghu said, looking at the two.

Yeliosa was already accustomed to Meng Siti’s teasing and simply brushed the hair from her forehead without concern, turning to gaze dreamily at the pale face of Xiao Menglou on the television screen.

“What did he do to you? Your voice is so shy—did he do something bad to you?” Yu Ruotong teased with a smile.

Steadily regaining his footing, Wang Xuanlong, though not physically harmed yet, began to tremble slightly. The sudden destruction of the powerful energy controlling his main body had wounded his dragon soul spiritually. If he could not withstand the blood flood dragon’s assault, it might truly be the end.

“Now, all newly enlisted active combat officers, please come to the front to receive your enlistment commemorative medals,” the recruitment officer announced loudly at the podium.

Sylvia still asked no questions, but the seeds of doubt had long taken root in her heart, now grown into a towering tree.

Even after a fierce battle, the players remained engrossed in their game, their enthusiasm burning brightly.

“Save me? Mr. Su must be joking! Who would want to kill me? And who could actually kill me?” Shen Zhong sat confidently opposite Su Yun, spreading his hands with a smile.