Chapter 39: Green Flower
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Chen Rui was just about to raise his blade and charge forward when he felt the pain that had clearly just subsided suddenly surge from his abdomen, striking him fiercely once more. He could not help taking a step back as a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Unprepared, his injuries were compounded upon existing ones, and for a moment he found himself powerless to cope.
My name is Li Fan, and I am an utterly ordinary college student from SH City.
Just at that moment, a fat, greasy middle-aged man walked out from the room and, upon seeing Teacher Zeng, looked as though he had encountered a long-lost relative.
"That's right, I have a temporary errand to run and need to step out for a bit. Eat by yourself first later on, okay?" Lin Mangrong smiled, her face brimming with tenderness.
Having weathered the storms of three centuries, the flame of progress burning here had not been shaken in the slightest.
Entering the shopping mall, Xu Shishi led the two of them straight to the eighth floor, stopping promptly at a specialty store named Donna Karan.
Do not look down on him as the overlord of the South District, but only he knew clearly that in the eyes of the people before him, this overlord of the South District was probably no different from an ant.
Sitting on the sofa in Wang Zhen's apartment and watching Wang Zhen drenched in sweat from his cultivation, Chen Rui could not help shaking his head with a bitter smile.
The moment they heard the two words "pregnancy," both Lin Mangrong and Yi Anqi instantly lost their composure.
Yet he truly desired to enter the Wonder Valley of Miaomiao Peak to cultivate for a while; that was a sacred cultivation ground opened up by Bai Shanyue, one of the Seven Heroes of Kunlun. He had to experience it no matter what.
"Let's go! Let's first go check out the place with that treasure. If possible, we can just live right here until the very last few days. By then, it will be very easy to figure out our bearings!" said Chen Cheng.
However, hearing the opponent's angry shout, the five men of the Second Legion hesitated slightly.
"Since you have met His Imperial Brother, you must certainly know about the celestial spiritual energy, right?" Ao Xian'er looked at Liu Yi and asked. Liu Yi nodded; who in these parts was unaware of the celestial spiritual energy?
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Three clusters of Samadhi True Fire hurtled directly toward Long Fei. Long Fei held his sword horizontally across his chest, the body of the giant golden dragon sword in his hand faintly wreathed in a golden radiance. When the Samadhi True Fire came into contact with it, the golden radiance suddenly surged, fiercely suppressing the three clusters of flames.
The next day, Luo Nan continued going to the construction site. In the evening upon his return, he spent half his time on cultivation and the other half studying the newly acquired spiritual artifact.
Before Miu Kedi could react, Huang Zitao snatched the wine bottle from her hand, tilted his head back, and poured the alcohol fiercely down his throat.
Following Liu Yi's words, the Lost Immortal Secret Realm was fraught with an atmosphere of impending gunpowder even before it opened. Everyone could practically foresee that this trip to the realm would be a sea of corpses and a mountain of blood, and perhaps unprecedentedly brutal, because once a person perished in there, they truly died forever with no chance of a do-over.
Kim Jae-joong's pupils constricted rapidly, and a heart-rending scream pierced the sky, echoing throughout the entire God Realm.
The Flaming Blue Dragon emitted a roar-like shriek, as if pierced in a vital spot. Pain and furious cries intertwined, stirring up a roaring whirlwind. It suddenly grew somewhat frantic, sending wave after wave of searing flames sweeping toward Mei Qingli.
The moment this Weibo post went out, especially at a time like this, it truly stirred up a thousand waves instantly, causing the internet to explode in an instant.
Sheng Mingzhu clutched a brocade handkerchief in her fingers, the rest of her words choking in her throat and refusing to come out. To make her share a bed with her irreconcilable enemy was worse than killing her.
Bright light wound its way across her heavy eyelids, and even though her eyes were not yet open, she could feel that scorching heat stinging her skin.
Lu Xingyu swept his single arm upward, and a fire dragon opened its maw, tearing through the void to collide with Murong Fenghan's water-and-fire sword Qi. It was truly like molten lava meeting a furnace fire, or saltpeter mixed into sulfur. The thunderous explosions shattered everyone's eardrums, with reds and whites streaming like threads, colorful as a post-rain rainbow and brilliant as nighttime fireworks.
Sunlight pierced through tiny gaps, and the beads of sweat on Nancy's cheeks cast a crystalline reflection, rendering her complexion exceedingly fair and soft.
Mammy Zhang grew anxious. Seeing the princess stand without bowing in greeting for a long time, she walked to her side and urged her along.
Ling Yiyi was stunned, and Ling Tianxia was also stunned, unable to believe their ears. The first to react was Ling Yiyi, who leaped up joyfully, grabbed Gong Nanxing, and pulled him toward their own home. Ling Tianxia also followed closely behind with a puzzled expression. As everyone walked toward the Ling Mansion, the farcical scene finally came to an end.
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Everyone once again kowtowed in gratitude for the Emperor's boundless grace, and only then did they travel in groups to tour the gardens. The pavilions and terraces passed every hundred paces were meticulously arranged, stocked with hot tea, pastries, and jade-green wine vessels. After passing through the winding pavilions, the guests settled into their respective seats.
Some even said that were it not for Consort Wan, Consort Shu would undoubtedly have been the Emperor's most favored favorite simply because she was not only young and beautiful, but also disliked participating in the inner palace's strife. Even when Noble Consort Shi and the others fought bitterly until their heads were bloodied, as a member of the Noble Consort's entourage, she had always maintained a strict neutrality.
Luo Ping was not an unreasonable person. Since Li Yun瑾 had halted his attack, he likewise withdrew his own technique.
Those experiences felt as though, very long ago, he had encountered many people and witnessed many events. Naturally, for a very long time in the past, he had also desired to escape.
Relying on Prince Duan's battle record of slaying a Deity Transformation cultivator across major realms while at the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm, the patriarchs of many immortal cultivation sects tacitly permitted Prince Duan's commercial ventures, allowing him to expand his business into their spheres of influence.
I trudged up the staircase, came to my apartment door, pulled out my keys, and began to unlock it, but the door was bolted from the inside and I could not open it at all.
Zhao Won-tae, Shin Dong-bin, Shin Kyuk-ho, then himself, and finally that mysterious Choi family.
Someone who has had too much to drink seems heavier than when they are sober, not to mention that Zhang Minglang was naturally quite tall and sturdy. With his full weight pressing down on my arm, I walked with extreme difficulty.
She suddenly thought that this was her child; how could she be so cruel as to take its life? How could she act as an executioner?
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