Seeking votes at the beginning of the month~

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I looked at Wang Zhengqing with confusion. The Agent No. 7 on the phone seemed excessively pessimistic—had we missed something?
On the other hand, the jar contained poisonous liquid, which even scorched the weeds around it, indicating severe damage to the ecosystem. As for the liquid inside those glass urns, its nature was unknown, which meant the requirements for the detonation site were even more stringent.
Lv Tianyi carefully observed the surroundings and noticed an elderly man in his sixties leading about a dozen people of various ages in discussion near what appeared to be the entrance to an ancient tomb. Their gazes frequently darted toward the tomb’s entrance.
“Primordial Force? What’s that?” Qian Yun Yue looked at Luo Fei in puzzlement. Could it be referring to the true energy within him? Could this guy really see it?
Had I known this, I should have destroyed this place when I left—or at the very least, returned the next day to obliterate everything here.
The Po Jun Peak sect was gradually declining, with a severe talent gap. The Sword Gate was extremely free-spirited; disciples under the main peak who wished to switch sects were permitted to do so. Consequently, Po Jun Peak could not retain its people, and many talents left, leaving the sect somewhat destitute.
It seemed I needed to consult Zhao Youfa—only he would know if there was anything in his family worth coveting.
Yan Bei’s gaze passed over the wall, and she saw a car parked outside the gate. The driver respectfully opened the door, and Shen Zhuang got in.
Under the courtyard tree was a shadowy figure, vague and indistinct. Holding my lantern, I approached and realized it was actually Duo Bu.
Choosing an inn, he strode in with tremendous murderous aura, as if a demon from the earth itself had arrived.

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This alley was like a living hell, leaving Zhao Tiezhu utterly stunned. In such a technologically advanced age, it was shocking that such tragedies still occurred in some corners of the earth.
Suddenly, Ying Zheng sharply turned his gaze back to Gao Jianli and said, “If one day Fusu truly rules the Great Qin, would you be willing to aid him?” There was a yearning in Ying Zheng’s eyes; at this moment, he was not an emperor, but a father silently sacrificing for his son.
He reached out his hand, piercing the cosmic barrier and crossing boundless darkness, stirring a splash from the River of Illusions, eager to understand the river’s origin and significance.
The applause was loud and clear, and Bi Yue, who had just charged forward, was slapped away with a palm strike, tracing a graceful arc in midair.
“You can’t close this deal with the company?” Zhao Tiezhu looked at Su Yi in confusion; aside from this question, he didn’t know why Su Yi would bring him these documents.
The deaths of a junior disciple and a junior nephew had completely drained his will to fight and compete.
“Ah Che, then tell me—what conditions must I meet before you’ll give me the phone card?” Gu Anxing clenched his fists tightly. If Su Yuche refused again this time, he would have to find another way.
The dungeon was very close to the Qin King’s Palace. Because many serious criminals were held within, heavy troops guarded it. Placing the dungeon nearby allowed mutual support and rapid reinforcement if needed.
On a line tilted about thirty degrees north from the cannibal tribe’s lair, there was a dense patch resembling a forest. At the center, a clearing was marked with blood, and within it, a striking skull was drawn.
But no one had ever imagined that the Nalan secondary concubine was still alive—right nearby, practically under their noses.

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“Glurp—” Xing Fei swallowed hard, quickly averting his eyes because Ning Rongrong’s full, inviting bosom was simply too tempting. At this moment, his anger surged, nearly overwhelming him—he feared that if he looked any longer, he might do something even he would despise.
“You…” The powerful man was stunned by Guo Tengfei’s words. Suddenly, his expression changed, as if realizing something, his heart sinking with worry for his comrades rushing to the Ancient Tomb. The words of the disheveled youth seemed to hint at something.
Having succeeded, he didn’t look back, charging forward while calculating the distance, ready to retract the Fiery Sky at any moment to avoid mishaps.
That was how the later sealing incident happened. The other five innate spiritual treasures, seeing the two sealed but unable to help, had already ventured deep into the point of no return, seeking a way to rescue them.
Zhang Dehai glanced around the scene indifferently. When he saw Song Chuan, he paused slightly, then revealed a meaningful smile.
Li Tianjun’s thoughts trembled as he recalled the ruthless and terrifying skills of Wuqing, along with Ling Tian’s mischievous smile.
“Bastard, you… go to hell!” Furious and insulted, Jiao Tian’s face flushed red and he panted heavily, nearly smoking from his ears. Behind him, several members of the Jiao tribe wore grim expressions. In the next moment, they all attacked the elder with a furious roar.
To stay clear-headed, Ling Tian neither used anesthesia while treating his wounds nor applying medicine. He chatted and joked with the doctors, who, having seen countless patients at death’s door, sincerely admired him: truly a man of iron will and steel blood.