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She had actually had an erotic dream! She dreamt of a searing, heavy palm doing something very intimate to her. Although she could not see his face, her subconscious was convinced that it was someone she knew well and relied upon deeply, which kept her from feeling any repulsion. Who was the man in her dream?

As this thought crossed his mind, Yan He could not help but recall the look in Leina’s eyes when she opened them earlier—that flicker of contemplation amidst the surprise—which only served to confirm his suspicions.

So many years had passed; a little longer would not hurt. At the very least, she had confirmed that they were all still there and had not abandoned her; there were simply hidden circumstances. Knowing this was enough to fill her with joy.

Wang Junjie was somewhat annoyed, but he knew his plainclothes appearance lacked any authority, so he pulled his police badge from his pocket and showed it to everyone.

Consequently, her duel with Ruoning, which had been fraught with peril from the start, gradually shifted toward a stalemate, and finally, to a state of perfect parity.

"Is the spaceship you mentioned up there?" Liu Shengyu asked calmly, looking toward the mist-shrouded mountain range as he spoke to Jingjing.

Ryze gave a wry smile and remarked, "Whatever one fears most, that is exactly what comes to pass." With a flash of movement, he gave chase.

To have successfully annulled her engagement to the pathologically self-important Jun Wuqing, and to no longer have to bear the sickening title of his fiancée, was a truly unexpected delight.

The commotion here drew much discussion, though many kept their distance, maintaining their composure and refraining from crowding around.

She looked at the Grand Preceptor’s face. He was actually quite handsome, though perhaps a step below Shen Ze. Even so, there was an aura of mystery about him.

In the critical moment, Elder Huo had no time to carefully analyze the situation; he could only frantically unleash his most refined techniques, attempting to shatter Baolan’s suppression.

Wanru habitually drifted into her own thoughts, only snapping back to reality once they had left the Cining Palace, having failed to hear a single word of what Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang had said.

Inside the laboratory, all the magic arrays were kept in a state of constant readiness. Vilda was well-versed in the casting process, yet he still meticulously recalibrated everything according to his own standards. He took a deep breath, retrieved three charging crystals from their box, and placed them at the heart of the array.

"How many people like this are there? Besides the team you were previously with, how many others are in this situation, including those old subordinates who have been suppressed and have yet to become 'New Humans'?" Chu Han asked directly.

Shattered space spread across the horizon. As the Soaring Dragon Technique erupted, a colossal shadow appeared behind Dao Ling, resembling a true dragon carrying him as he soared through the nine heavens.

Perhaps, to most cultivators, the Primordial Sacred Body was a physique lost to the wheels of history, but many ancient figures had an obscure understanding of it. In the ancient era, it had displayed unparalleled, world-shaking power.

Without giving Ling Feng any room to think, Omron’s body suddenly pivoted. In an instant, an aura of surging spring tides and the awakening of the earth emanated from him.

Shen Ju’an’s gaze followed her. Lady Wei walked into the hall, paid her respects to Yumiao, and took a seat right beside her. It was clear that Yumiao was quite fond of her.

"Whether you have a 'slight' understanding or not, we won't know until you've tried. How about you show us a little something right now?" the Eighth Princess consort suggested with great interest.

However, the difficulty was likely extraordinary. The reason the Wolf Moon Sword Arts required the use of the Evolving Crystal Seal was precisely because it was too difficult to manifest shapes using only one’s cultivation to project sword qi or sword light! Thus, the founder of the technique had devised a clever shortcut by utilizing the Evolving Crystal Seal.

The voice was seductive, like a beautiful snake flicking its tongue. Rong Lang stood stiffly, staring at the man before him who was suddenly overflowing with an eerie, demonic aura, realizing he had never truly understood him before.

Some fanatics had even lost their senses in the slaughter. Soldiers whose minds had been eroded by malevolent energy would charge into enemy ranks and detonate themselves without a second thought, turning countless Mad Lion soldiers into vengeful spirits.

Being held by the arm by someone she had secretly loved for a long time, and being spoken to in such a tone—the stimulation was immense. Qing Binghe’s cognitive frequency dropped to less than a tenth of its original capacity, leaving her with no choice but to slump on the sofa and play dead.

Fuyun Nuan ignored the bewildered expressions of everyone present, poured herself a cup of tea, and sipped it leisurely.

On the border of Xisha Province, Ziyi, Lanyi, and hundreds of White Tiger Hall disciples stood in formation. Seeing Long Aolang from afar, the two flew toward him and knelt on one knee: "Subordinates Ziyi and Lanyi welcome the Hall Master." Their voices were filled with an indescribable joy.

Before he could process this, the man in red removed his mask. Revealed before Mu Zhen was a face that could not have been more familiar. Could this... could this be Situ Qianchen?

Before long, low, muffled sounds echoed in the living room, occasionally punctuated by a man’s low groans. The sofa creaked rhythmically, creating a somewhat intoxicating atmosphere in the cool room.

"Ruyi, how is it? Does it hurt?" Huayue was as gentle as ever, but in Ruyi’s eyes, the gesture had taken on a different meaning.

At this moment, in the training grounds dedicated to students practicing their skills at the academy, faint popping sounds erupted from time to time.

Before dinner, Hucong walked into the camp. Rui and Yingming were both busy preparing supplies, and only Luoli, Big Sister Ape, and Wu Heng were in the tent. The expression on Hucong’s face was strange; at any rate, Luoli found him very odd.

Lieutenant Notz was left speechless. After ordering his accompanying soldiers to forcefully separate them and keep them under strict guard, he departed with a gloomy expression.

Yet, inside the villa, he saw his wife. She was standing there, safe and sound, as beautiful and virtuous as she had always been. He rushed forward and pulled her into a tight embrace.