Chapter 60

Now that she has hooked up with Luo Dahai, it would be best to leave this place as soon as possible. Otherwise, hiding in the dormitory to carry on an affair made her feel utterly sick just thinking about it.

The moment she heard her speak just now, Ye Ran knew that she didn't take her seriously at all. Rather than calling this meeting a reunion after a long separation, it was more like an official declaration of war between them—and a most peculiar one at that.

After seven days and seven nights of fierce battle, less than one-tenth of the cultivators from the hundred clans survived, and the remaining few hundred were all severely injured, forced to retreat into the Hall of Supreme Expanse.

Bing Ling'er had very long hair—so long that even she found it troublesome to manage! She wanted to cut it short, but Yi Mo and the others adamantly refused, arguing that it would be a great pity to cut such lovely hair. As a result, Bing Ling'er's hair kept growing longer and became increasingly difficult to comb.

If this were truly the case, what kind of role did this Night Owl play in this entire incident?

Yesterday, Li Sheng had also seen his father accompanying the Third Mistress and Li Youyou out to buy things; he had spotted them from afar. Yet while his mother had been ill for so long, his father merely sent someone over to deliver some medicine, without the slightest intention of coming to see her himself. It was truly heart-wrenching.

First, Hollywood films possess a remarkable capacity for learning and assimilation. In the eyes of those Hollywood filmmakers, anything that benefits a film can be absorbed, unbound by any notion of tradition.

The Azure Dragon, White Dragon, and Golden Swallow all sat leisurely in the stands, with peanuts, melon seeds, and various fine-looking fruits placed beside them, living quite a comfortable life.

A visitor arrived at the royal palace of Asura City on this day. She was a close friend of the Asura King An Ya, and the ancestor of the Wenren family, one of the nine top-tier factions of Xuanling.

After a busy day, when the evening tally was completed, the results met Ray Weidong's expectations: the magazine's sales had indeed dropped somewhat, but the overall total still reached around twenty-two thousand copies.

Xiao Ji wore a rigid, cold expression. Feeling utterly depressed as he spoke, he could not help but raise a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Ning Le figured that he should be fine and let out a sigh of relief, waiting for Sheng Shi to appear the next night. Clearly, however, both she and the Imperial Preceptor had underestimated the sheer resilience of Sheng Shi's nerves.

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This actually caused Xuan Xi and Lan Keke to weep bitterly, but fortunately, the lovers were now finally united, sparing her from committing any irrevocable mistakes.

Time flowed on, and the world seemed to grow increasingly prosperous and peaceful, as the Six Paths began to recover the power of reincarnation.

The Big Dipper whispered to himself that he was having terrible luck. Sitting in a corner, he quickly moved to a seat on the opposite side so as to keep his back to those people. He thought to himself: I have no desire to kill you, so if you want to keep living, don't come and provoke me.

Just moments before, while chatting with Ning Le, she accidentally glanced sideways and noticed the gaze Sheng Shi was fixing upon her, prompting her in the tribal language to softly whisper for her to turn around and look.

He could only watch helplessly as Xia Weixi swept up to him, easily hoisting him up with a single hand. Then, with calm and swift execution, Xia Weixi raised his fist without a moment's hesitation and punched him squarely on the side of the face.

This vertical bamboo flute had sixteen pipes, each engraved with its musical note. The wood was smooth and delicate, exuding the natural, subtle fragrance of sandalwood. The more Ye Lainiang looked at it, the more she adored it. In her past life, her flute had not been made of such fine material. "How much silver does this cost?" If it wasn't too expensive, she wanted to ask her father to buy it for her.

Su Li now resembled a lazy cat. By the time Ye Lainiang saw her, she had gained a considerable amount of weight and was currently holding a glazed plate, happily eating sweet oranges.

As luck would have it, this fully gorged vegetarian centipede wanted to return to its nest, only to run right into Ma Shasha and her companions.

Hearing the others leave the inn, Su Qiqi executed a carp kipping motion and leaped down from the bed, having been nearly driven mad by two solid days of lying down.

Having been the revered Haotian Immortal Emperor in her previous life, Sun Xiang understood this principle all too well. Moreover, even with a fourth-grade top-tier Gathering Spirit Powder, a martial artist wishing to consume and refine it across higher tiers would still need a cultivation method of at least the lower heavenly rank. Otherwise, forcing the consumption would simply cause the drug's energy to rupture the meridians, leading to deviation and madness.

That was none other than the Silver-Winged Wolf King fighting with a poison dragon cub over a beast-nurturing pill, and this newly hatched poison dragon cub had actually managed to put the Silver-Winged Wolf King to shame.

However, the Blade Addict considered himself a true devotee of the blade; he would rather give up his own hands than let go of his beloved saber.

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Guided by the colorful flowing light, although the surroundings were somewhat dim, the terrain of the area remained clearly visible.

Qin Xu ignored the motorcycle that had sped away and continued to follow the several motorcycles accelerating ahead.

Looking again at the three figures, the black Qi covering them had been completely worn away, and the Yang energy radiating from the floating talismans was directly eroding their spiritual bodies.

Lei Ying did not retort, instead transforming into a blue stream of spiritual energy that merged into Li Tianji's body. Li Tianji knew his words had been a bit harsh, but matters having reached this point, he could only call out to A Si to protect him as they walked toward the Li residence.

"Chieftain, you rest; I'll go make the food." Once she processed the heavy blow, the deeply discouraged Fang Dedi instantly perged up as if injected with chicken blood, regaining her radiance and marching off high-spiritedly to busy herself with dinner.

Zhao Danian had no time for polite pleasantries with Xiao Fusi; he strode straight inside. A tall young man accompanying Zhao Danian, with a single-sabre slung diagonally across his back and a heroic aura between his brows, followed closely behind him.

"Return to Zhongzhou and slay the Demon God!" the Master of the Time-Space Palace said with a continued smile, though the squint of his smile carried a hint of sharpness and filled the air with boundless chill.

Not far behind them, a pair of eyes—like a venomous snake lurking deep within the overgrown grass—stared gloomily at the backs of the two figures, the gaze gradually growing increasingly malevolent.

Naturally, Yang Chen would certainly not do such a thing. His Primordial Chaos Immortal Body was not easily come by, and his strength could not simply be measured by his cultivation realm. Yang Chen merely felt that this puppet was formidable enough; crafting it must have consumed a great deal of Abbott Fu Kong's effort and thought.

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