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Under the enthusiastic guidance of Adriana, Lin Fei and his companions entered the Rockefeller Equestrian Club.

Chen Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he knew Jiang Li would never actually pull the trigger, he still felt deeply unsettled.

"Hello everyone, I heard you were holding a training competition. I happened to have some spare time, so I thought I’d join in the fun. If you don’t mind, would you like me to act as your referee?" Wang Dun proposed.

Because Gao Bufan remained exactly as he was before—maintaining a calm expression even when hearing things that far exceeded the understanding of ordinary people—Jiang Fan could not help but feel a chill in his heart.

Shaking his arm, Jiang Fan continued to scan the body of water. He frowned, then used his foot to scrape at the silt on the ground.

Luo Ao was clearly aware of the speculations in Xiao Yan’s mind, yet when he spoke those words, the expression on Xiao Yan’s face couldn't help but shift, and he let out an involuntary cry of surprise.

"At least you have some conscience left, remembering to come pick me up." As soon as Pan Dongdong got into the car, she gave Chen Hao a sidelong glance before rummaging through the items in the cabin.

Was it a wormhole with highly unstable dark energy that could shatter at any moment? Or perhaps a spatial rift that would cause one to be lost forever?

As for Chen Hao, after a great deal of effort, he finally managed to draw the ninth draft of the front and side elevations.

While Bai Hui was brushing his teeth, Zheng Bona sat on the bed in a daze. It wasn't until her phone alarm went off that she snapped back to reality.

"Xuan'er, how did you get into the kitchen? This isn't where you live. Let’s go out and watch TV, or go back to your room to rest." Looking at his son’s pale face, Ji Mengyuan’s eyes flashed with intense sorrow.

"Orem, do you think my decision was wrong?" Seeing Orem’s expression, Icaron the Duke could not help but ask.

However, that five-year pact felt like a razor-sharp blade, pressed tight against his skin as he rode, where the slightest carelessness would cost him everything.

Do not be fooled by his righteous tone; in truth, he had no real desire to offend Sun En of the Heavenly Gate.

Guliang Naji and Nayin also let out a sigh of relief, but at this point, no matter what Senior Dan Qiuzi said, they could only listen. Although doing those things was not his father’s original intention, it had indeed harmed the Huashan Sect and wounded the heart of Senior Dan Qiuzi.

At the same time, news of the land transfer agreement began to spread, and the former tranquility of Nanan City was completely shattered.

Over the past two weeks, Guo'er had been in the cave, refining medicinal pills and crafting a set of metal kitchenware.

"Are you truly going to complete this task?" Outside the detention center, on the roadside, a 16-wheel heavy truck sat quietly. Two figures in blue, their faces obscured, spoke in low voices.

His throat was already hoarse, and the screams he emitted were faint, like a dying beast making its most futile struggle in its final moments.

His complexion had been a bit sallow earlier, which had worried Murong Changqing, but now that he had slept, he looked much more spirited. Wrapped tightly in Murong Changqing’s arms and shielded from the wind by a cloak, Ni Yexin even felt a bit warm, his cheeks flushed and rosy.

The sheer status of those people made them grit their teeth with ambition—they were wealthy! Why couldn't they have stayed for a few more seconds to offer a chance for a romantic encounter?

He had to endure the constant chatter of Pei Yongyou, who would frequently prattle on about the "greatest language in the world"—Korean—and occasionally boastfully translate a few sentences for him.

"The Supervisor hasn't come since he left last night. Perhaps because of the rain, he decided not to come," the jailer said.

Li Qingwan’s shouts were the first to alert the jailers nearby. Knowing their master’s character and afraid of disturbing his affairs, they all turned a deaf ear, standing rooted to the spot, not daring to move.

"Brother Han." Zhong Liuyan gripped his black spear, pouring all his dark red flame power into it. The power was fully unleashed, proving even more formidable than a semi-saint weapon.

The Holy Guard bowed, then nimbly climbed out of the carriage once more. In the blink of an eye, the carriage began to move again.

"By the way, you’ve started suppressing the Jiang family’s business. Did you do that for my sake?" Lady Gong asked.

Because they were born different from others—with family members serving as imperial chefs and having access to the highest-quality ingredients and dishes daily—they believed they were a cut above the rest when it came to cooking or working in the kitchen.

"Brother Yang can call me whatever he likes. Today, I am a member of the Yang family," Yan Tianyou teased.

I silently looked at the items on the sofa, but my phone rang at that moment. Seeing the name "Rascal Xia" on the screen, my nose felt painfully sore.

Seeing this, the Commander-in-Chief, though unaware why the Evangelist was among them, immediately ordered that attacks should avoid the Evangelist as much as possible and instructed someone to find a way to contact Millie.

Strangely, the material of their outer cloaks was impenetrable to the eye. Coupled with the fact that these four individuals kept their auras concealed, they were clearly powerful cultivators.

Fang Quan, nicknamed "Black Hook," was named for the long sword he typically used—a blade entirely pitch-black in color, shaped like a crescent moon.

On the other side, Jia Zhengjin remained unaware that the two old men had mistakenly identified him as a Great Archmage of the Spatial School and had concocted an bizarre, elaborate story in their minds.

Although these things did not prove much, they made Nie Wei suspect that there might be a significant flaw in Da Niu’s personality, or perhaps some underlying psychological issue.

"Evil Charmer? Is that Old Ma who uses disguises?" Why did the name alone make my legs feel weak? Why did I feel such a sense of dread?

Although he looked on with envy, Master Tian did not harbor any malicious intent. With others still trapped in stone chambers, their fates unknown, he had no heart to think of such things.

"What’s wrong..." Li Zhishi frowned. Could he have caught a cold from coming back too late last night?

An ice sword imprinted with a demon-binding curse tore through the air, shooting straight toward the Heart-Devouring Demon in the sky. Seeing the sharp blade approaching, it quickly ceased its assault on Hehuan and turned to flee.

The silvery moonlight shone through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows into the room, and Mai Zi carefully studied the man before her in the moonlight.

A Mithril Tower built with vast quantities of Mithril and Obsidian—in any other place, it would not be a strategic weapon, but a luxury item.

"I spent the whole night looking through it, and this is all the content there is." Lu Ling appeared quite composed. As he looked at An Ruo, he noticed the slight stagnation in her expression.