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Zhang Mu was uncertain whether his illusions would be effective against these exotic creatures from other realms.
“This thing attracts zombies way too much!” Tangyuan pulled out a vial from her pocket; the pale blue potion inside was quickly tainted red by the attraction.
“Damn!” An Jinlan lowered her voice, struggling not to shout out her shock.
This was something Fu Nianjun knew; she’d mentioned it in her letter, instructing Fu Kun and his son to drag the Xu family down with them.
The two spent two days resting in the market, making sure nothing had been overlooked, then prepared to depart.
But Fu Jiamian, pondering his thoughts aloud outside, was overheard by Jinghui, who happened to be stepping out for convenience. That day, Jinghui had clearly sympathized with him and promised not to tell anyone, yet she ended up telling everyone.
Whenever “dog” was mentioned, people’s minds inevitably recalled that horrific, soul-crushing war.
Thus, Situ Kui, shrewd as he was, kept a polite distance and watched the spectacle unfold. Clearly, he hadn’t given up on the Star-Sea Kun.
As for myself, I found a cave, settled in comfortably, yawned, and felt utterly satisfied.
Su Cheng then relayed this matter to Zhao Lianyu; for him, the money from this, combined with what the Buddha had given him earlier, now amounted to over a hundred million.
Since they all look down on me now, they shouldn’t blame me for being harsh with them from here on.
Tang Shao never expected Xu Chunliang to be so fierce; in his panic, he grabbed an ice pick from the bucket and lunged at Xu Chunliang.
Su Cheng headed down to the martial arts studio on the ground floor, named Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts Hall.

“Um... Senior Year One, your sister has arrived. Are you coming to the New Year’s Eve party?” Instead of a reply from Song Qingqing, a timid voice reached him.
Had Huang Luoqing not pulled his punches, I wouldn’t have returned to life, let alone voluntarily ventured into the Underworld, stolen things under the watchful eyes of immortals, and slipped away unnoticed.
What’s his story, really? Xia Yunye, rarely troubled by a puzzle he couldn’t solve, felt a touch of irritation toward this inexplicable world.
Suoxin looked up with resignation, meeting Xie Xie’s gaze and nodding. She had no idea why Xie Xie cared so much.
A flicker of black aura floated toward the backyard and halted; Wan Shan caught up in one breath, casting a stern glance.
To possess such prowess, and to have word spread throughout Wushan City in such a short time—besides the First Young Master, Yang Lan could think of no one else.
Yang Xu handed over the gifts Zhao He had brought, saying to Qi Min’s family, “Brothers pay respects, but as a sister-in-law, I dare not accept. Wait till the family arrives, you all chat!” Then, following Yang Xu inside, she set the gift box on the table beside him without taking it away. This gesture made Yang Xu see her in a new light.
She had grown accustomed to Jiang Qi appearing at her side, whether she needed him or not; as long as he was there, she felt a comforting sense of security.
But for Xu Zhichao, this problem was almost insurmountable—he still hadn’t figured out how to return to the shop even by now.
So Ye Xi went to the wounded’s tent, checked each patient, and, finding no signs of infection or discomfort, finally left at ease.
The screen was flooded with comments; as soon as Prince Wang appeared in the discussion thread, the barrage grew even more intense.
In his memory, his right arm always cradled Yinghui; over time, the soreness and ache became routine. But what was wrong with his left arm now, why did it feel so heavy?
Beneath Qiao Xin’s beautiful exterior lay an anxious temperament, rarely revealed thanks to her careful concealment. Today, her repeated questioning of Huang Yiming met with constant setbacks, leaving her increasingly frustrated.

By noon, the ceremony for conferring titles would be held. Even if the dress was brought to the Hall of Supreme Harmony for confirmation, there was nothing to be done. She couldn’t go to Lady Guan for a new outfit—who knew if there was a suitable festive dress for Yao Chuxi? And besides, the emperor might not approve her self-demotion.
“Miss, please calm your anger. I’ve already explained—I didn’t mean to run into you. My mother is gravely ill and waiting for me to return to prepare her medicine. Please have mercy and let me go,” pleaded a voice, anxious and yielding.
The computer screen shimmered with a pale blue glow. On the official forum of Love River Network, the starry backdrop shifted constantly before viewers’ eyes, alternating scenes of human colony cities across the solar system, as if urgently calling for the support and salvation of humanity’s warriors.
As the mobile wooden table was pushed onto the auction stage, in just a breath, the temperature in the entire hall dropped noticeably. Those already familiar with the Snow Pig instantly had a sharper gleam in their eyes.
Upon hearing the sound, Shi Yan paused his battle, gazing at the seized herbs, but kept his sword ready.
Cui Feng turned the ring over and over, examining it carefully. Its surface was perfectly smooth, devoid of any markings, looking like nothing more than an ordinary ring.
Shi Daoran and Nan Fang followed Gu Anning into her home. Gu Anning pinched her thigh hard—it hurt, proving she wasn’t dreaming.
The empress glanced back at the emperor, then turned to Xia Jin, saying gently, “You may go. Please fetch an imperial physician to attend to Consort Xiang.”
“Hmph~ We need to come up with a plan to mess with them!” Zhang Yan narrowed her eyes, clearly scheming something mischievous.