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Staring at that incredibly familiar face, Zhu Rengong was stunned; time in the entire world seemed to freeze in that moment. Ling Soul glanced at the card in his hand, just drawn naturally at the start of the round—“The Great Catastrophe”—and couldn’t help but feel a wave of exhaustion. After the tea ceremony, Changsun Xiu took out a piece of white silk, hesitating over which aunt to present it to. When Wang Xingxin tried to snatch a look to see what it was, Madam Qin swatted his unseemly hand away and gave him a reproachful glance. Later, everywhere was under surveillance; public security was better than in any previous dynasty—open robberies had become rare, but home burglaries still occurred frequently. Lu Ping heard the rustling sounds of eating inside, guessing the diners were not dressed well. From all corners of the new world, pirate ships and large fleets began converging toward the same destination. Meanwhile, a sharp scream pierced the air—the first casualty, a disciple at Qi Refining Level Six, was pierced through the chest by a sharp claw, instantly collapsing, only to be torn apart and devoured by a pack of red-fanged rats that pounced on him. They urged their people to immediately notify those in America to return quickly—they had stumbled into a den of swindlers. The Royal Alliance Army’s advantage was not without reason; thousands of modified soldiers appeared across the battlefield, overwhelming the revolutionary army and navy’s junior officers, who were no match and forced into a defensive stance. Gattuso alone was enough to drive people mad, and with Lopez plus Nedved providing constant support, even Ronaldo growing an extra leg wouldn’t be able to outrun him. At least for Liu Shaochong at this moment, that gunshot was a critical hit; his body, once weakened and bleeding from the shock, suddenly tensed, regaining strength. His father’s head had been severed and hung on the city wall—though aware it was a trap, as a filial son, how could he not go?

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Luo Ye’s demeanor clearly suggested a desire for long-term cooperation. If that was the case, what exactly did she intend to do? It was too soon to judge; further observation was necessary. “Do you know why the Yan family has endured for a thousand years without decline?” a voice suddenly spoke from behind. Midway through the conversation, the opening of a black plastic bag tore, and with a bang, a black, ball-shaped object rolled out from the bag. The one who had collided with someone was scolded. Deng immediately lost his patience, glaring fiercely as he turned to confront Ge Ling. During the time spent in Tang army camps, his livestream channel had gained some followers, though mostly bandits and ordinary people from the Tang border regions. For a moment, Ge Ling was unsure of Princess Zhao’s true intentions. Could the tasks assigned by Ye Lin proceed as planned? Centered around Shixian and Yongzhen, people within a three-hundred-mile radius fled toward Divine Wind City to escape the chaos of warI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.