39. A Stone (Nineteen)

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Fang Kai certainly recognized his own profile picture; the message he received was identical to what he saw before him, and he could no longer deceive himself.
He stared blankly toward the mountain peak, his gaze dull, as if the scene had stirred memories within him.
Jiang Hongshi was completely unconcerned about whom Shen Qingli was contacting on her phone. Setting aside the fact that he hadn't done anything to her yet, even if he had, there was nothing she could do about it.
Chu Fei was in a state where he had no choice but to act, and he had no intention of involving himself in this mess.
The sound of a car engine drifted faintly from the dense forest. Before Shu Haoyan could finish his sentence, Shen Qingli was already limping toward the base entrance.
Without high-quality large turbines, you can forget about building a hypersonic wind tunnel, even if you know the principles.
Finding that Li Yi showed no signs of waking, Su Heng breathed a sigh of relief and finally returned to his own room.
Before her parents went missing, they did indeed mention going to Cloud City, but later Shen Qingyan claimed they had gone somewhere else entirely.
An extremely dangerous aura surged from the black ape, with a vague, golden dragon shadow coiling around its body.
The punch grazed past Meng Xuan's ear, the sonic boom generated by the force of the blow deafening.
"Then, have you ever used hypnosis on yourself?" I asked, watching him, my palms sweating with nervousness. In my heart, I silently prayed: please, no, don't make things more complicated, don't let this cycle of entanglement repeat itself.
As the clouds and mist dissipated, Ye Xiaoyao spat out a mouthful of blood. He could not deny that every strand of soul-beast power in this formation was incredibly potent; had he not activated his nine-layered profound energy veil in that instant, it certainly wouldn't have been as simple as spitting out a bit of blood.
Could it be that Hongjun was behind all of this? What did he want with Zhu Que? Hadn't he already obtained Mei Ji? Why go to such lengths? Could it be... he hadn't succeeded? Did Zhu Que have some hidden contingency beneath that Fire Spirit Spell? Was that why this man had gone mad—he wanted Zhu Que dead?

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The supernatural agents sent from above had already begun to eliminate those possessed by ghosts. Once those agents finished their task and found Morado and the others, it would mean the end for everything.
Mallow smiled brilliantly in the rain: "Once the young master leaves, I will return." Zhao Shinan curled his lips into a smile and turned to walk away.
They were three thousand strong, but to put it bluntly, they were merely at the level of common bandits. Facing these knights who could wield long swords and fly through the heavens, they stood no chance.
Thinking of Luo Yang's crazed appearance, Mu Xia rolled her eyes and sighed, though it did little good.
If I had known today would be so unlucky, I wouldn't have left the house. I had just been chased away by Zhang Zihan with a broom, and now that I was out, I was being scolded by Fan Ye's mother. Although I felt her assessment of me—"no looks, no family background, and no one wants you"—was quite accurate, it still stung to hear.
This was hardly surprising, however; the Empire under the rule of the Zongzheng royal family had only existed for a few hundred years, whereas for the Snow Realm, Qian Dai Ming himself had been emperor for centuries. Naturally, the treasures accumulated by the Snow Realm's royal family over generations far surpassed those of the Empire.
Suddenly, the miasmic white mist began to churn violently. Something invisible seemed to whistle through it, and those few grains of corpse-wheat disappeared before they could even hit the ground.
Yuchi immediately retreated to evade, as more blood erupted, forming armor over his torso and limbs. In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a nearly three-meter-tall armored figure of blood.
It must have been last night when he pulled off his own quilt. On such a cold night, how could he not catch a fever after being left uncovered?
At the end of her life, she was not surrounded by the comfort and farewells of family and friends, but by endless rumors and accusations.
The man was so angry his face turned red; the critical point was that he couldn't refute a single word. He had only ever seen such double-standard hypocrites online; he hadn't expected to encounter one in a dungeon instance.
Old Mi sat to the right of Feng Zhicai, and hearing her rant, he quickly made a gesture to cover her mouth.
Accompanied by rhythmic gasps, soft, weak cries echoed through the room.

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Jiang Ping and Zhang Hong exchanged glances, secretly relieved that they were not the ones being asked these questions.
There are gods three feet above one's head; this was not just a saying—in Longwan Village, gods were present everywhere, from top to bottom.
Instead, the floating green flame seemed to react; its heat vanished in mid-air, instantly turning into a beam of emerald light that flew directly into Goshu Dashi's brow.
His heavy, irregular breathing brushed against her face; Huang Xinyi knew he was truly angry.
"Pass on my imperial decree: I will take the high officials of the court and go personally to the outskirts to slit the wrists of Xiao Dingli's wife, Feng Wuyang, and drain her blood to serve as a medicinal ingredient." The man's majestic voice resonated throughout the empty, vast hall.
Lü Xiu was stunned for a moment. He had passed the exams? Her brother had actually passed? She was filled with excitement, yet unable to express it.
After the tenth silence, the entire light seal trembled violently, followed by a thunderous roar.
The man in black, Qi Wanlin, had no idea of Hao Chen's true foundation; at this moment, the energy from the five dantian fields had barely depleted the strength of even one.
Yes, a man like him, who had lived a life of indulgence in the pugilistic world, had experienced every kind of storm and traversed every dragon's den and tiger's lair. Yet, this single matter had always clung to him like a tether, leaving him unable to sleep at night or eat in peace.