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Because a ghost spirit was given to Han Weiwei, the number of ghost spirits in the army decreased by one, leaving only four arrow ghost spirits and three sword ghost spirits.

Theron was dressed exquisitely; her vintage hairstyle held her blonde hair neatly in place, and her floral-patterned cotton dress tightly hugged her vibrant, athletic figure, making her look full of elasticity and vitality.

Liu Mo's expression darkened as she stepped forward, about to speak. Recently, due to the Three Cities Grand Competition, quite a few disciples of Lin City had been injured. Her urgency in rushing back was undoubtedly because of these reasons.

Yet Zhou Haonan insisted on pushing others to the extreme, bullying his way right to her, and showed not the slightest intention of repenting.

However, the team members were still very thrilled about Fang Yue's decision to stay in Mo Village for a few more days.

"Father, I want to join the Virtual Universe Company, and I want to go to Mount Yuxiang," Jian Yue said simply and directly, looking at her father with eyes full of anticipation afterward.

"Your Highness, we just received an order from the Empress stating that a banquet will be held in the palace three days from now. Everyone must attend and showcase certain talents." Perhaps knowing that the person inside would not easily open the door, Shuang'er had to shout across the closed door.

While everyone else had visitors paying respects every day, when it came to her, since she was the sole concubine in the inner palace, there was simply no one else to come and keep her company.

Turning the focus back inside his body, the cracks on the profound energy gale were multiplying and widening at this moment, signaling that it had nearly reached the critical point.

As if sharing a telepathic connection, Han Weiwei shyly turned her head to face Su Ling. Her breathing grew somewhat hurried as she slowly closed her eyes.

"With so many passages here, which one are we supposed to take?" Looking at the endless row of tunnel entrances, Sanzi felt his eyes blur without being able to make any sense of it.

Looking down, Zhang Jiaze found that his cheek was already pressed against hers at some unknown moment. At that time, a specific phrase came to his mind: cheeks touching, temples rubbing.

"This might be our only chance." Determination flickered in Qiulijv's eyes. While Zhao Yi was plotting against Qiulijv, Qiulijv was plotting against Zhao Yi as well.

Ji Yining's initially relaxed mood faltered at the sight of the shimmering tears still hanging at the corners of her eyes, leaving her momentarily unsure of how to begin speaking.

By now, Xiao Yan roughly understood that this child's temperament followed that person's; whatever had nothing to do with him could never capture his attention.

Ambushed on all sides, as the name implies, means deploying troops extensively from all directions, conveying an irreversible military posture.

Seeing Prince Chen rise, the burly man abruptly withdrew his teasing expression and made a swift move. Twisting Rong Wanshi's body around, he ruthlessly locked his arm around her neck. Simultaneously, a sharp dagger materialized in his other hand, pressed directly against Rong Wanshi's throat.

If she knew her mother was still alive, she would inevitably go in search of her and inevitably become entangled in a web of hatred.

Seeing Qin Yingyue remain so unruffled, maintaining her formal bows without even a hint of a frown, in fear of giving others something to use against her, Rong Wanshi actually felt a measure of admiration for her. Someone who could maintain such composure must be capable of treating herself with extreme ruthlessness.

There were too many reasons to refute his decision, but a single "but" was enough to make him fight desperately to persevere.

Or could it be that behind this drought, a much larger conspiracy was actually hidden, and everyone was simply waiting for that conspiracy to surface, choosing to bide their time while watching the common people suffer without lifting a finger?

"If this artifact is genuine, its value truly cannot be measured in money!" Master Cao looked at Li Kai and said earnestly.

"This speed is far too slow. We must have Yanbing and Lei Batian strike together, and they must give it everything they have," Han Yun said after staring at the formation for a moment, voicing his conclusion.

The demon race's spell seals were exceptionally powerful, capable of elevating one's innate strength to terrifying heights. Within Wuchu's seal, however, traces of red radiance flickered.

When their momentum climbed to its peak, they struck out simultaneously. With very little distance initially separating them, a single bound brought them instantly before one another.

Murong Qingwan sat upright in the primary seat, while the concubines holding positions of rank four and above were seated sequentially to her left and right according to their hierarchy.

The Grand Emperor waved his hand, stopping the Emperor from continuing. Although he always appeared impatient on the surface whenever the Emperor came to disturb him for advice on court affairs, he actually felt immensely gratified inside. Look, major affairs of the court still required his final decision; despite having abdicated, he remained the ultimate ruler of the state administration.

"Why on earth did you run off to Jinling instead of staying quietly in Yangzhou?" Song Ruyu hummed in frustration, venting her grievances even against Fifth Master Song.

Viewed in this light, Jia She's sentimentality would truly be seen by Old Lady Jia as a form of indulgence, whereas someone like Jia Zheng probably embodied the magnanimity of a true man in her heart.

After all, the creation of the Yanhuang Potion was directly tied to his precise judgment and search for the medicinal components of the Othershore Flower; he was one of the key contributors to the potion's success.

The spring was not particularly large, yet spiritual energy billowed from it, nearly condensing into a physical substance. The water within resembled spiritual liquid, exceptionally cool and crystal clear.

That absurd confession of the night, the soft sensation when she kissed Zhou Zehai—all of it rushed into her mind at this moment. Looking at the note in her hand was enough to make her understand Zhou Zehai's intention.

Which is more unbearable: emotional infidelity or physical infidelity? If asked to answer for himself, Zhou Zehai would undoubtedly declare both unacceptable. When emotional infidelity occurs, doesn't the body often follow suit? And with physical infidelity, wouldn't the mind eventually drift along as well over time?

The moral bonds of father and son, loyalty, filial piety, and affection weighed down upon him like towering mountains for decades on end. Yet he walked the world entirely alone, struggling and gasping for breath in the narrow gaps like a broken bellows, surviving yet living like the dead.

Yet the outcome was clear to everyone: due to the rapid deterioration of the external situation and the increasingly unstable environment surrounding the Tyrran Empire, the disarmament plan was delayed again and again until it was ultimately canceled.

Tianfutang was a place specifically designated for burying the dead, and only a few days earlier, he had heard his colleagues recount ghost stories about it.

"This Kingdom War ended precisely because of the Rosmould family," Olei said.

Lu Zheng listened with extreme attentiveness, well aware that this was actually a supreme fortuitous encounter belonging to sword cultivators, something that probably even disciples of major sects could never hope to approach.

He had indeed used it; otherwise, relying on the sand shield alone would have been completely insufficient to block Nora's flame surge. By coordinating his realm power with the sand shield to guide it, he dissipated the impact of the flames outward, which was precisely why the sky was filled with fiery debris.