Chapter 135: Too Softhearted

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Moreover, after being bedridden for half a year, even if he were cured, he would need a year of physical therapy and muscle rehabilitation. By then, how much of a market would there still be for him in the entertainment industry?
Li Qiao was actually getting a bit worried. Although England is often called the "Three Lions" (a joke on their perceived weakness), they only crumble against top-tier teams, especially Germany. During the World Cup qualifiers, England usually cuts through European second-tier teams like a hot knife through butter.
He did not feel a shred of sadness at Li Youxin’s aloofness, which, ironically, made Li Youxin feel incredibly uncomfortable.
Doraemon is just a robotic cat; there must be a mastermind behind the scenes. If my hunch is correct, the monsters that appeared in various planes before were also the work of that same mastermind.
"You win this time. Next time we meet, don't blame me for being ruthless." After dropping these words, the young swordsman flicked his sleeves and stepped off the stage.
At the same time, Yu Bai realized that the battle between her and You Le was about to begin. As for that idiot Hua Jing, she would have to set him aside for now.
"Then when will you take me away? Actually, I’m ready right now," Zhuang Ran said impatiently.
Under the overwhelming pressure of the punch, the grass ahead instantly pulverized into dust, and the ground sank several meters deep, leaving behind a massive fist print.
With a thunderous roar, tens of thousands of Youquan warriors in black armor surged toward Helin City like famished beasts. Aguli sheathed his scimitar, sat upright on his horse with his arms crossed, and began calculating how many young and beautiful women of the Yunyan Kingdom he would capture once the city fell.
"If I am a toad, then Du Shaoze is even less than a toad." Lu Hao’s eyes were cold. No matter the cost, he would awaken his junior sister’s past-life memories and make her fall hopelessly in love with him.
Ping Fan agreed with their analysis; these past few days, he had been able to sense something fishy from the news headlines on his phone.
Zhou Yu and Ye Lvwen, lost in their own world, did not head south; instead, they did the opposite and traveled north.
Around nine in the evening, after Chu Xiao, the second contestant cleared the stage: it was Yue Ji from the Zongheng Academy.
Admittedly, throwing Angel out into the vast, open world was a highly dangerous tactic. Even Natsuki did not know what Angel, who possessed no personal convictions, no dreams of her own, and no restrictions from a Master, would ultimately become.

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Unfortunately, no matter how he channeled his magic power, he could not communicate with the Dimensional Blood Wheel. It seemed to have vanished into thin air, having completely changed owners.
*Whoosh.* Wu Yuqian’s figure appeared elsewhere. Her heart skipped a beat as the strands of hair entangled around the Great King receded like a tidal wave until they vanished entirely. Wu Yuqian’s face was pale, blood still lingering on her lips from where she had just coughed it up, and she looked at the Great King with a hint of fear.
The incident happened suddenly and had been ignored for so long that the Antarctic Heavenly Emperor Shennong was completely baffled. Who could possibly possess such formidable strength?
There are many bizarre stories about telepathy, but what does orthodox science have to say about it?
If the Fusang Spirit Vine had enough power from the Immortal Realm, it might have a chance to transcend its original grade and reach the level of a Divine Tree.
The records were incorrect; it was not the War of Investiture of the Gods five thousand years ago, but rather the war between the two pantheons of Heavenly Gods and Earthly Demons 460 million years ago. That conflict ravaged the entire Solar Realm; countless gods and demons were severely wounded, cast into reincarnation, or had their souls scattered, while innumerable divine titles and immortal positions were shattered.
Lu Baoling felt very uneasy. She vaguely realized that she was losing something very important and precious.
Thanks to the data analysis provided by the first-aid kit, Xie Mao generally understood the rules of the game world, and the buzzing in his ears had also been neutralized by him.
But after all, he was her own son. Furthermore, Lady Gu had never approved of the marriage with the Xue family from the start; she just hadn't said much because her eldest son had insisted on it.
Its four arms were thick and powerful, with knotted muscles, looking like a beast that exercised regularly. The sharp claws were buried deep into the soil, a testament to its immense strength.
As long as more money was spent, military strength would weaken. If he were to get into trouble or die, having these resources would at least ensure his self-preservation without any issues.
They would give everything they had just to survive, even tapping into terrifying, latent power.
Xue Tinghuan came and went in a rush, leaving behind only a few words before departing, never bothering to ask what Chen Jian intended to do.
Wu Yuan leaped high into the air, mimicking the light and shadow from the Extreme Martial Space, and hurled the thunder spear he had condensed to its limit.

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With a dull thud, the double-sword ninja was pressed into the ground, and a stream of bright red blood sprayed from his mouth.
It was obvious that such a plan was crude; if told to anyone, they probably wouldn't believe it. Now, it seemed that Qie Ruxue’s people had tailored a different plan for him, one that looked far more credible than his own.
Looking at the carving knife in his hand, Zheng Li couldn't help but curse. The originally pitch-black body of the "Soul-Devouring Fierce Blade" had turned into something resembling blue crystal.
Zheng Li had no idea how powerful the "Perfected Saint Spear," formed by merging sixteen divine skills, was. But he was certain that his divine power—or rather, the power of nature—was insufficient to condense sixteen divine skills into such a spear.
She hurriedly turned to look at the mother and son; Li Yenian, trembling in his mother's arms, had a right sleeve soaked in blood. Tang Zhuyin didn't look much better.
The interior of this gigantic stomach was just… far too scorching. Heat waves mixed with a nauseating stench surged toward them in waves, as if to melt them away.
"Cuiling, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have scolded you so loudly just now. Can you forgive your sister?" She was capable of both stubbornness and flexibility; she believed that if she was wrong, she should apologize.
For half an hour, Su Yin stood on a leaf, quietly meditating. His understanding of the Eternal Dao grew increasingly profound, and he knew more and more.
"That goes without saying! No one ever comes to the place I found! Alright, you can feel free to ask me anything now!" Feng Jie laughed heartily.
Moreover, when it came to the people's suffering and border wars, no one dared to offer advice, let alone volunteer for service. They would only cower, bow their heads, and pretend to be deaf and dumb, completely ignoring Lin Moran’s anxiety over the state of the nation.