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The other two members of the party were level 39 and level 38 respectively. Judging from the crystals embedded in their staves, they specialized in the fire and light elements. Generally speaking, the clearance rate for such a team challenging the difficult-tier stronghold was extremely low.

She fully understood Yushin's intention; in fact, he had no desire to be added to any other party at all, so that he could retain tactical autonomy in deciding his own actions.

Mu Qianyan was well aware of the relationship between Xu Chengyan and Liang Huanhuan, so she felt no surprise at all.

Wang Shan stared with wide eyes, fixing a dead gaze on his father's face, hoping to catch a mocking smirk from Wang Linjian and then hear him say it was all just a joke, laughing at his current foolish expression.

Yushin was not foolish either. Having confirmed things with the slug beforehand, he had made his way to the White-Phosphorus Great Serpent with peace of mind. The very next instant, he had already returned to the Shikkotsu Forest.

Those golden sword patterns spread beneath Qian Duoduo's feet, extending outward for three zhang until a "miniature" sword array, compared to the one in her dream, took shape. Though not massive, a terrifying aura radiated from it, with sword qi piercing the heavens and a chilling murderous intent.

Zhong Shun assumed Lin Yu was just casually talking big, especially since the shop's interior decoration clearly showed it wasn't run by a wealthy family.

Such a simple, even somewhat clumsy lie would hardly work back home. However, this routine did not seem very common around here.

A single figure remained in the sky, refusing to leave. She was dressed in a striking orange outfit, fastened with a transparent white cape, and wore twin pigtails. It was none other than Xue Yinghua, whom he had met previously in Mobei Village.

After another round, Mofeng finally noticed something was amiss. An inexplicable surge of energy had suddenly appeared within his body, one that required very careful perception to detect. Yet this power caused no harm to his body whatsoever; the only peculiarity was that it shared a faint resonance with Dai Wenqin's sharp blade.

Looking at the crimson car keys engraved with a rearing stallion, everyone was dumbfounded.

Lu Benwei was beaten into a daze. Having never been humiliated like this before, he roared with a ferocious expression on his face.

"Knock, knock!" No sooner had they finished packing their luggage than the Liu family members arrived to verify whether they were vacating the Liu family's properties.

Qu Zhi wore a defeated expression. "The crux of the matter is that Wanyue doesn't want to participate in the bride-selection tournament. If you help win the martial arena, Wanyue won't have to marry." Qu Zhi's idea was to turn the pretense into reality by forcefully pairing Chu Zhiqui up with Wanyue.

I was eagerly hoping to improve my strength, so as I sat there, I began practicing the Sleeping Tiger Skill once again. However, my mind was not entirely calm, and after practicing for a long time, the Sleeping Tiger Skill made little progress.

Therefore, in his eyes, Sect Master Qing was merely putting on a pretentious act to gain the attention and favor of the Danxuan Sect.

The first four were figures of the older generation, while the latter two were former prodigies of the Canghuang Academy and former deans of Canghuang in the Chengtian Ancient Kingdom. Murong Qian'er and the others were now above the fifth tier of the Heavenly Martial Realm, yet none had stepped into the Heavenly Principle Realm.

Mo Wangqing was also somewhat perplexed, perhaps because he was the one who had saved her back then. A life-saving grace is easily engraved in one's memory, especially when it was a desperate rescue risking one's life.

Therefore, she drove Liu Yu'er's sports car to the market to purchase some food and drinks for Shi En.

Her gaze dug like a knife into Xiao Lie, only to see him lowering his head, lost in thought.

Luo Xia shoved the dumbfounded Latin American youth down, then rushed forward in a single bound to the side of the bus driver. Locking his arm around the driver's neck, he used the man's body as a shield while raising his muzzle and pulling the trigger at a gangster who had raised his handgun nearby.

Miao Cuiying grabbed the remote control and began switching channels, stopping only when she landed on the program she wanted to watch. Holding a steaming cup of tea, she happily began watching the television drama.

It was getting late, and the group no longer delayed, walking together toward the courtyard where Elder Mu resided.

It was already trending on top searches; even if Sun Yutong regretted it and wanted to delete her Weibo post, it was already too late.

In truth, Su Mo's state was much the same as Su Bai's, but because he had to look after Bai Yanxi, he could only force himself to pull it together and stay mentally alert.

She loved singing nursery rhymes, watching cartoons, and dancing simple routines. These trivial preferences actually turned out to have their uses after all.

After all, Chen Dong's usual conduct could be described as universally detested; being killed by someone was only a matter of time.

However, the Confucian scholars were not satisfied with just that; they intended to continue taunting "Wang Ye" until he suffered a complete mental breakdown.

There was no way she could hate him. Between a corpse loyal to her unto death and a living man belonging to another, she would inevitably choose the latter. What could possibly be more important than him being alive?

Another day had passed, and it was already the fourth day of the first lunar month. The festive atmosphere of the New Year was beginning to fade gradually, and many people were once again preparing to set out on the road of migrant work, embarking on a new year's journey.

Wang Yuehan was brought back to the shore and immediately loaded onto an ambulance standing by, rushing her to the hospital. Wang Yunlong was exceptionally overjoyed and boarded the ambulance as well, accompanying Wang Yuehan to the hospital.

"Have you looked enough?" Seeing Ye Qingjue's somewhat endearing and dazed look, Luo Wusheng asked with a hint of teasing.

Luo Wusheng's frail body trembled all the more violently from the cold. She thought to herself that if she could still live to see the sun, if she ever had another chance, she would definitely build many shelters outside the city gates so that those waiting in the cold to enter the city would have a place to rest and warm themselves.

After reviewing the weaving method for the Fire-Repelling Divine Cover, and checking the position of the sun in the sky, Xiaoyaozu wore a solemn expression as he picked up the first gourd vine, infused it with five-colored spiritual Qi, and chanted the Three Talents Mysterious Spirit Incantation to begin weaving.

You'an was at the first revolution of the Dao Platform realm, facing off against Wei Yan and Wei Chen, who were also at the first revolution of the Dao Platform realm. Right from the start, she fell into an overwhelming disadvantage, ultimately lacking in strength as she was struck by Wei Yan's staff, followed immediately by the seamless combo skills of the two, beaten in a miserably tragic fashion.