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Sweet Hunting Ground Dao Xuan 2057 words 2026-04-13 16:59:40

At the command, seven or eight young men surged forward, brandishing sticks, and began smashing the vehicle.

Unbeknownst to them, the two who had walked to the classroom door caught sight of Lin Qing’s furious face through the window.

Jiang Ziya saw the Ten Heavenly Lords’ faces change, and dared not speak further, afraid they might abandon breaking the formation and take direct action instead.

“It’s nothing. The more chaotic it gets, the easier it is to resolve,” Di Xin said, a brilliant smile playing on his lips.

Madam Luo took out her saved silver, gritted her teeth, and handed it to the girl. Once this scene was smoothed over, things would be easier to discuss; otherwise, if her grandson continued to ignore her, the situation would be even harder to manage.

She had never intended to hide anything from him; she simply wanted to tell him her name herself.

As for Chen Jing… he cared little for the reaction, for he was nothing more than a simple laughingstock.

Suddenly, a cloud of demonic smoke rose from the Beast God tribe’s side. It seemed someone had cast a spell, but thankfully the Taiji Disk Formation remained intact. When the demonic smoke touched the Taiji phantom, it actually began to corrode it.

Cao Xiang used the last of his strength to stuff everyone present with a mouthful of dog food.

Not a single move made today had she understood, and only when everything settled did she realize the truth. Now, Chen Jing and Fang Zhenbang were in conversation, their relationship rapidly warming.

The east and west wings of the civilian house were forbidden to farmers; there lived the Luo household’s servants and the Four Great Generals, and there were granaries and strongrooms for valuables.

With his physique enhanced by the system, Kazama’s flexibility and endurance surpassed even Tsunade’s; he could use the Monster Strength technique, though his power was not on par with Tsunade’s, but his speed and reflexes were far superior.

He needed medicinal herbs to exchange with the Cold Cloud Sect for scant cultivation resources, but recently herbs had become harder to gather, so he came to the cliff’s base to try his luck.

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Zhou Han, with her boisterous personality, replied that everyone would find out eventually, which immediately upset Huang Yijia, who assumed Zhou Han was the chatterbox. Zhou Han stubbornly denied it, and the two bickered noisily.

According to research by the world’s greatest, prettiest, and most adorable scientist Tang Bing’er, moderate intimacy between couples yields many benefits.

On Monday, he pulled her into his arms and grinned mischievously, “Wasn’t it you? Always saying you wanted me? If you weren’t so clingy, how could I have…” Before he could finish, Ji Qiuhua, blushing deeply, covered his mouth, forbidding him to say more.

Moreover, Murong Sicen had not slept with Bai Shao, which pleased Chai Qingyue, though she was still dissatisfied with his actions.

Following the Ashura Rhinoceros Beetle, he glanced at the wounded Dr. Kinos on the ground but paid no further attention, entering a gigantic pure white room several stories tall. Dr. Kinos himself had no idea how much space had been excavated underground.

Despite Sun Qian flattering him from every angle, Shen Fan felt no lightness in his heart; in fact, the weight only grew heavier.

“Calculate for me—how many more years can the fate of this Han last?” Xu Zhao said in a deep voice.

Closer now, only fifty meters away, the massive bulk moved at high speed, causing the ground itself to tremble. Everyone instinctively held their breath.

Their plan was not to wait for the so-called Star-Gazer’s calculations, but to search all the major cities of Cangfeng Nation the next day. If any unfamiliar Foundation Establishment cultivator was found, their origins must be thoroughly investigated.

From those black hole-like pupils, the power of annihilation poured forth. Around the Dragon Whale, golden iron force constructed a tangible, golden shield.

As for the mayor’s encouraging look, as if viewing a martyr, he chose to ignore it.

Bai Sen drew the curtains, picked a room at random, replaced the rotting, mildewed, tattered bedding with new ones, ate a little, avoided alcohol, and lay down with eyes closed. He desperately needed rest; only with enough energy could he fight better.

At the chief cultivator’s command, the convoy flowed like a river, steadily entering the great city of Wuzhi.

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“We must find the base of Archaic Realm’s human cultivators on Earth. They must have a way to return and ensure cultivation on this planet,” Ye Chen murmured.

The Yin family, where Yin Jue resided, was the strongest in the ring city after the three dominant factions. How could Yan Yan’er become Yin Jue’s wife, only to flee and be pursued, even threatened with death by Yin Jue?

Jiang De paused for a moment, and indeed saw that apart from Wang Gui and a few youths picking up their chopsticks, Zhou Tong and his group remained motionless.

Given Jinghua’s spiritual roots, learning “Planting” would not be impossible. “Hall of Goodness” dealt in medicinal herbs, so spiritual fruits and grasses were essential. Jinghua had tried when young, but seemed to lack the requisite talent.

When Bitcoin first appeared, people could mine with household CPU computers.

With each upgrade, Ji Hua could allocate skill points to himself, enhancing various abilities.

After years of recuperation, the Bahas Empire gathered its troops, sharpening blades, uncertain where their edge would fall.

Jinghua took the papers and saw several identical talismans—all “Wind Blade” charms. He asked no questions, turned away to focus, fingers moving in concentration.

Jinghua sat up, dusting his chest, feeling pain everywhere. In a blink, thunder and fire raged in the formation, injuring the cultivators. “Thunder Escape” placed too much strain on the body, and crashing into the boulder afterward only worsened his injuries.

Having settled his direction during summer break, Wu Bin’s schedule for classes and lab work was orderly, unlike a certain Li roommate who, upon entering sophomore year, found the courses much harder and fell into a “slump.”

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