Chapter 7: 7

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Upon seeing Ning Qingqing, the atmosphere around her instantly turned cold. Nangong Yan realized he had been impulsive earlier; under that tense mood, he had momentarily lost control, his consciousness reacting only according to his body’s instincts.

That day, Ruan Mianmian’s phone vibrated until it automatically shut off. Watching the heated scene online, she faintly twitched the corner of her mouth.

Pressed down, Jin Duo felt extremely wronged but endured, eventually being escorted away by two secret guards.

“Why must the grudges of the previous generation be passed down to us? Are we supposed to bear this? Why? Brother, is this fair?” Chen Yue spoke with discontent, his eyes fixed steadily on Chen Yan.

The entrance to the Wolf Territory remained sealed. Ye Ci’s thoughts were chaotic and directionless, plagued by worry, panic, and impatience that constantly disturbed her rationality.

Master Lin smiled and said, “I am willing to accompany you.” He invited Luo Sigong into the flower hall to take a seat and instructed the servants to brew some treasured tea. Then he went to the back courtyard to fetch a chess set and arranged it on the table.

The foot soldier handed Shi Yi over to Qian Dayou, Pang Wan, and No. 46. Qian Dayou deliberately took Shi Yi to wait for a boat beneath a tree by the shore. There were only the four of them—no one else around.

Ning’s father had initially thought the nearby people would help him, yet unexpectedly, all accusations were directed squarely at him. Meanwhile, Minzu had been helped up by passersby and was now looking at him with a face full of grievance.

Jun Zilin naturally knew the address of the Jinxiang Squad, but the Snow Guard did not. How could she pretend to know? It was simpler to just act as if she didn’t.

An invisible fluctuation quietly spread, as though the entire Divine Continent had come alive. Qi Bao felt the air grow significantly heavier.

For three days without a single failure, and even managing to spare time to offer her guidance, she sometimes doubted whether Hong Tian was secretly a heavenly-grade alchemy master, playing the fool here.

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“What do you want me to do?” Chen Yi thought for a moment, then looked at Zhang Peng and asked. Indeed, Chen Yi’s curiosity was genuinely piqued.

Finally, the sky cracked open. A cloud, drifting from somewhere unknown, landed directly on the rift.

The Southern Heavenly Prince sat hopelessly on the ground; he didn’t even summon the courage to call upon the saints of the Southern Heavenly Continent.

Even with Ye Tian’s system’s early warning function, being inside numerous blast centers left it useless.

The reason he took time to watch Guo Tianxu’s performance was to gain some understanding in this area through the event.

This place had always been a vital transportation hub, with a broad official road on land directly leading to Henei, and the Liyang ferry providing water routes to the Eastern Commandery.

There was no sadness in her eyes—only occasional reluctant glances at the elder. Having just endured this ordeal, she appeared remarkably calm, soothing the big yellow dog from time to time, a happy smile occasionally gracing her lips.

Mr. Berg’s villa was large. A director of his stature, with each film budget crossing hundreds of millions, living in a grand villa was hardly surprising.

“Who’s the pervert? If you’re not good-looking, I wouldn’t even glance your way,” the blond braggart said shamelessly.

“You’ll be told when you go to hell!” The Night Man slashed with a short blade at the Night Burial. Night Burial reached out with one hand but missed.

“Dad, how could tens of millions be a mere oversight? And you didn’t even know about the approval of the funds,” Ying Lei said.

Years of turmoil and successive wars had left the Six Realms overwhelmed, no longer able to withstand the ravages of war.

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“Guan Yu!!!” Zhao Yun furrowed his brow, his qilin-like eyes blazing with terrifying light and surging battle intent.

This thought simultaneously flashed through everyone’s mind. Upon seeing Hong Xing’s current state, Hong Ting immediately stepped forward to stop him. But Hong Xing’s specialty was close combat—Hong Ting’s skills in vision and sniping were no match. Before Hong Ting could get close, Hong Xing forced him back with a single scythe strike.

Earlier, He An had discovered while scanning Ye Xin’s bio-magnetic field that the figure hiding in the craft shop had most of its bio-magnetic field concentrated in the head and upper body, clearly differing from humans. Judging by its previous attack methods, it was likely another mutated zombie he had never encountered before.

In an instant, countless ancient beasts of the Great Wilderness were swept away, allowing true cultivators like Yun Feikong to gather there and compete for innate spiritual energy.

Suddenly, a hand grasped Zhan Zhao. “Leave this matter to me. We need to see Lord Bao now; it’s not appropriate to discuss this here.” Saying so, he pulled Zhan Zhao toward the royal court.

“What are you trying to do?” Jiraiya’s smile turned sinister as Naruto’s refusal gave him goosebumps.

Ji Rui didn’t mean to tease Le Tong—just a casual question earlier—but unexpectedly, that clever lady helped him mercilessly mock Le Tong.

“I’m really curious about what happened today to push you to train so hard,” Han Mo remarked admiringly nearby.