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Long Suyun and the others were thoroughly puzzled as to why the Empress Dowager would go so far as to harm herself in order to frame Jun Qiluo; such behavior seemed nothing short of foolish.

“It’s nothing. Let's check if there are any that slipped through the net,” Jun Qiluo said, attempting to pry Long Yin’s hand away and leave his embrace. Yet, he held her even tighter, as if he would not be satisfied until she was pressed into his very bones.

Looking at Xu Qiangwei, whose height and figure had already matured, Chi Wan glanced down at herself and felt utterly deflated.

He lowered his head for a quick look and suddenly froze. Meng Fan’an was bowing her head, her beautiful eyes red and brimming with tears that pooled but did not fall. Her hands were clasped before her chest, index fingers twisting shyly around each other.

“What does this have to do with the white jade ring? Explain yourself more clearly,” Lin Xue pressed, but received no answer. Han Wei fell silent again and did not speak for a long time. Watching the numbers on the cardiac monitor, the readings were growing erratic, oscillating up and down, and it was impossible to know if things would get even worse.

Now everyone understood, but one thing still didn’t make sense: if such a formidable boss was guarding the place, how had the equipment been stolen?

“You… how can you be like this? With everything happening outside, how could I possibly have the mind to fool around in bed with you?” Le Fan snapped, frustration creeping into her voice.

No matter how powerful you are, no matter how wealthy, when you are at your lowest and most helpless, if the final blow comes from your own child—what meaning is left in such a life?

The world was shrouded in darkness; the thunderous rumble was like stampeding horses, and from all directions, countless disciples of the Liushi Sect appeared.

“Tang Chen, it’s so beautiful here…” As dusk was about to fall, Zhou Xuanying murmured dreamily.

Yet now, even at the very top of the food chain, it still could not guarantee to reign supreme forever. Here and now, it had died just like that.

With these thoughts, some simply went back to their classes, work, or other business. In broad daylight, everything seemed just as usual.

The person in the footage was just about to remove their mask, tantalizing the audience, when they seemed to notice something. Turning their head abruptly, their gaze landed on the mechanical arm. In that moment of stunned surprise, the thermos in their hand slipped and fell to the floor.

After habitually letting slip a colorful curse, the young man with black hair intended to close the pop-up window. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, he was drawn in by the conversation coming through his headphones.

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At that moment, inside the private room, Liu Zhengtian’s face was clouded with worry; he knew all too well the true capabilities of his own son.

“I wouldn’t fear facing them one on one, but if they attack together, that’s another story! One at the late Lingyun stage, two at the mid Lingyun stage—if they weren’t sword cultivators, it’d be easier, but as it is…”

As for Le Jin, Han Yan had no intention of persuading him to stay. Though the name “Le Jin” seemed oddly familiar, for now, the issue of rations was far more pressing.

To become an alchemist, talent alone was not enough; one also needed an iron will.

Just imagine: the vast underground space before them, as large as several football fields and over a hundred meters high, had actually been excavated by dwarves.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wan’s eyes brightened. Fei Yi’s words were skillful—neither opposing Liu Chan nor offending Wei Yan, but instead passing the problem to Jiang Wei.

Lamb wine was a favorite among people of Sichuan in those days, and the fact that the two visitors from Sichuan ordered it only confirmed their origins.

Huan Fan’s concern was not unfounded. The troops stationed near Luoyang were Cao Wei’s elite mobile forces. According to Cao Wei’s military strategy, this unit could reinforce both the eastern and western fronts as needed.

As for official uniforms, Bao Yuanqian found himself surprised by their complexity. He hadn’t realized there were so many types: court dress, everyday dress, informal dress, and even among informal dress there were several distinct styles such as yesa, tieli, and zhishen.

In the end, Yuan Ziyi, relying on her precious steed, teased Hu Fei several times before finally, though unwillingly, handing the horse over.

“I understand. Hold on, I’ll call that old monster at the foot of the mountain right away.” Uncle Lu hung up without another word.

Her insomnia was complete; dark circles under her eyes, she stood by the window letting the cold sea breeze clear her mind a little.

“Immortal Zhao, tell me—how can I open the Dragon Coffin?” I clenched my fist and looked at Immortal Zhao. His face was rather pale, and the dragon pearl in his pupils had temporarily disappeared.

The picture of Ruan Xiu’s dead, ashen eyes made my hair stand on end. Wasn’t that just terrifying?

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The snake-bodied, human-headed Willow Immortal fell silent, flicking out a long tongue to probe the air before finally releasing me.

It must be said, the “Twelve Swords of Dark Yin,” as a martial art on par with the “Crimson Fire Divine Skill” and the “Sixfold Vanquishing Selfless Sword Twenty-Three” in the third book, was unexpectedly powerful: even now, after Li Xing had digested all he gained from his duel with Wu Wudi, he still couldn’t follow Jian Chen’s sword movements.

A look of pleasant surprise flashed in Mo Shan’s eyes; it seemed that today’s commission would be substantial—enough to buy a jug of Feiyun Spirit Wine to savor.

When Dai He suddenly appeared before him, Ye Sui Feng realized that he had failed to extract a single useful word from Zi’er.

Learning that she had a fiancé she’d never met, Xiao Shiyun was not the least bit upset; instead, a playful smile flickered across her face.

The next morning, the man reached out an arm by habit, only to find the space beside him empty. He opened his eyes to discover that the room was deserted.

Zhu Xian’s punch actually caused the space before him to collapse slightly, the force of six whale-strengths surging out like a rushing river, unstoppable.

She thought, perhaps she truly saw Lu Beichen as someone familiar—she had begun to allow herself to get angry at him as she pleased.

The Copper Man was cast entirely of brass, bearing only the outlines of facial features, animated by spirit stones and the cores of demon beasts.

She had expected the heir of the Jun family to be furious with embarrassment, so she could then offer a few polite words of consolation.