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"My dear, what are you thinking about?" After a long while, the elf finally opened her eyes. Yan Fei, who had been sitting beside her for some time, took the opportunity to ask. He was very curious as to what could possibly be so consuming that the calm and elegant Emilia had failed to notice his arrival.

"What's wrong with you?" Dong Zhuo asked, full of curiosity as he watched me set down my chopsticks, looking completely listless.

In a moment of desperate struggle, Fei Bin actually used his remaining hand to grab the blade of the sharp sword.

A green-glowing dagger suddenly slipped from Wang Honglie's sleeve, and he caught it in his hand in one swift motion.

Lu Nianhong came to report every day. She would watch everyone practicing this dance from the sidelines, and the moment she saw Qian Sha was free, she would pester him, insisting he teach her the steps.

"The light of a candle dares to vie with the moon!" Ye Yu in white shouted, throwing a punch directly forward. As his fist collided with the blade's energy, a brilliant burst of light erupted. The heavens and earth trembled, and the silver lake seemed as if it were about to shatter.

Mu Mu did not know whether to swallow or spit it out; it was truly harder to get down than that previous mouthful of water.

Helian Nuo felt himself being gently laid onto the bed. Shortly after, several troglodytes closed the door to the secret chamber and left him alone. Helian Nuo tried to sit up to investigate, but an overwhelming wave of exhaustion caused him to lose consciousness.

Upon hearing this, Yun Xiaoxiao immediately opened the door and hurried out, quickly pulling out her keys to open the door next door. Perhaps due to her nervousness, however, the door simply would not budge.

As Helian Nuo narrated the events, Ye Feng's expression gradually softened. The fat master beside him also looked thoughtful, while Lan Youruo chimed in from time to time to fill in the details Helian Nuo had missed.

Lian Chengjue was besieged by the Master of Lotus Domain, the Head of Mount Tai Sect, the Master of Profound Finger Ravine, and Qiu Zhuoxi, the Master of Qiu Family Fortress. The four of them fought intensely, shaking the very heavens, yet remained evenly matched.

After entering the sensory range of the three Martial Saints without being detected, Qin Yu silently approached the Cold Nether Secret Palace.

Putting the matter of the soap aside for a moment, Zhao Yuan was not truly idle. When his father-in-law returned home, he had advised Zhao Yuan to buy some land. Zhao Yuan had indeed been thinking along those lines, but his target was not the land around Zhao Family Village; rather, it was the vast, pebble-strewn wasteland downstream, formed by the erosion of the river.

One after another, the Zombie Emperors launched their attacks. The sky shuddered, the clouds shifted, and over a dozen terrifying strikes converged upon Li Yan. They were vibrant and brilliant, infused with several types of laws—most notably the law of space, which compressed the surrounding area like a heavy iron plate, bearing down upon Li Yan.

"Is there really no other way?" Yehe Linfeng’s voice was raspy with exhaustion; he didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes. Qiu Li slowly adapted to the constriction, discovering that the more one struggled, the tighter the hold became. Moreover, the energy not only devoured his internal power but suppressed it, preventing him from recovering.

Coupled with the five seeds of the Life-Snatching Thousand-Leaf Willow, which grew rapidly after feeding on the essence of flesh and blood, the entire Purple Flame Sect was decimated in the blink of an eye.

Li Yan gripped his palm slightly, his heart filled with vigilance. He remained ready at all times to trigger the power within his silver anklets to let Casa take him away.

Red Spider looked utterly bewildered, a bitter smile on his face as he looked at the chattering crowd from the City Lord's Mansion, feeling like he could cry.

The procession moved slowly. Because there were so many people, they stopped for a while during lunch to rest, eating some dry rations and drinking water.

A long time later, when two muffled rolls of spring thunder echoed in the distance, Bai Qige leaned against Ning Xizui’s shoulder, too weak and exhausted to even speak.

To be born a commoner means worrying about firewood, rice, oil, and salt; to be a noble or a high official means worrying about deciphering the monarch's will; to be a king or an emperor means having to constantly think about protecting one's throne and imperial power. The weight carried on their shoulders cannot be compared to that of commoners or officials.

Before the situation was clear, one shouldn't show too much. An Xunxi sat silently in place, trembling uncontrollably, while the man watched coldly from the side, devoid of any sympathy or tenderness.

Perhaps this is a habit common to all who love to drink. When in a good mood, they drink to celebrate; when in a bad mood, they drink to vent. In the end, regardless of whether the mood is good or bad, it is all for the sake of the alcohol.

Seeing those clergy members actually obeying Fang Yu'er's instructions, Chen Xi realized she must have activated her special ability to invisibly create a dream world. Only within her dream could she control everything. Everyone had entered her dream, which was why the people of the Holy See were so obedient.

"But this situation shouldn't have been handled this way. I was clearly innocent—why not deal with those who framed me? And why did you come to stop me?!" Fang Yuan, growing anxious, simply blurted it out, her voice rising.

That was the first time Tiger Stronghold had been purged by various factions. The losses were catastrophic, and in the end, even Liu Ming himself was captured alive. The stronghold was almost wiped off the map.

If not for the veterans of the Restoration Army accompanying them and the gleaming blades of the execution squads, the terrified allied soldiers might have truly lost their nerve and fled. Even so, they were ashen-faced and trembling, having lost their courage, let alone any combat effectiveness.