Chapter 165: He Definitely Likes You

In this day and age, amidst the vast multitude of living beings, who can attain transcendence? Even a saint—is absolute freedom truly guaranteed to them? The White Bone Spirit sighed softly, her resolve to continuously grow stronger growing ever firmer.

"As long as you agree to our request, that goes without saying," Jinchanzi replied.

This was his opportunity to deepen his mastery over the True Word Banner. Such a prime opportunity could not be found anywhere else, as it was impossible to witness such terrifying power again.

Tsunade rolled her eyes. The matter she wanted to discuss was entirely different. Clearly, an illusion barrier had been set up in this office to prevent anyone outside from hearing the conversation within, but apparently, Iruka, acting as the decorator, had intentionally left a loophole during construction that allowed him to infiltrate it.

Lee Meng-long felt that they truly could not continue this conversation. What else could he say next? Should he remark, "I assume all of this is just a protective coloration you put on, and you only occasionally throw tantrums and act crazy around the people closest to you"?

This eccentric gesture aroused the curiosity of the spectators, who raised their heads to gaze at the sky one after another. However, all they saw were the blue sky, white clouds, and the scorching sun, with nothing out of the ordinary.

Yet, being a man of his word—a man whose every promise carried the weight of iron—Yoona naturally disdained denying what she had already said. Since it had come to this, she would just throw caution to the wind. With her eyes closed and lips puckered, Yoona leaned forward straight toward Lee Meng-long.

"Grand Cult Master, Cult Master." Turning around and seeing that Young Master Feng was still sparring with the elderly Villa Master Feng, he chose not to disturb them.

He drew forth the Helmet of Orichalcum and placed it upon his head before an audience of over forty thousand spectators, wearing an expression of arrogant composure akin to a young emperor crowning himself.

The materials derived from this demonic beast naturally lacked the value of an inner core, and Mei Suan no longer declined it.

Shen Fei knew very well what this kneeling represented—it was to carve out a chance of survival for Xiao Jin. Of course, even if he had to kneel all the way up, it would still be to see Old Master Gu, so it was not a loss.

Just imagining such a scene—even though these were things he had done with Xia Han countless times, substituting the male protagonist with Feng Qi caused a dull, throbbing pain in his mind.

Listening to Si Mobai's words, Feng Tianlan felt a rather strange sensation within her heart, one whose flavor was hard to define. Yet at the same time, she felt a sense of relief; as long as the bond was broken, should anything further happen to her, he would at least be able to live on well.

"Anyway, I don't care! Before I turn thirty, I must give birth to a child!" Jiang Xingxing pouted, her will resolute and her stance unwavering as she announced her decision to him.

Feng Tianlan's spiritual energy was steadily depleting. Deprived of the support of wood-elemental spiritual energy, the vines grew weaker and weaker in combat, gradually falling into a disadvantage. However, the dark shadow fared no better; covered in wounds, it was evidently also exhausted of spiritual energy.

At that moment, her cell phone rang. Seeing that it was President Zhang from Huanqi, she picked up the phone, walked over to the window, and answered it.

By the time they reached Q City, it was already close to ten o'clock in the night. Huo Anxi decided against going to Fu Jingzhi's filming set for the time being, lest she disrupt his work. Moreover, since she had brought a mega-fan along on a whim, she was unsure whether Yingying would be able to control her emotions at the scene. Therefore, she first took Yingying to the hotel where Fu Jingzhi was staying.

As for the proportion allocated to education and military expenditure, while the military budget far exceeded that of education, the ratio was actually still within a reasonable range.

Belief versus disbelief no longer mattered so much; she had already seen through it all. If she could continue living, it would surely be the most wonderful thing in this lifetime. If it truly proved unavoidable, then so be it.

The very instant this figure vanished between heaven and earth, a wisp of divine will resting in the void descended upon a distant planet far, far away from Earth.

Momo always felt that Su Luoluo's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, giving the impression that a mere gust of wind could blow her away. Suddenly, she lost all anticipation—or rather, all confidence—regarding this collaboration.

Moreover, Dennis truly possessed formidable skills. In the field of scientific research, if he claimed the second spot, hardly anyone would dare claim the first, and he was exceptionally accomplished in the realm of card crafting himself.

Therefore, rather than waiting for him to pick her up, Xu Zhiyi placed the ointment on the billiard table, gave him a "you-know-what-I-mean" look, and hurried away.

The next second, however, its body began to contract once more, slowly condensing into a pitch-black core.

"Lian Xuan, you're here? How are you feeling now? Are you ready for filming?" Director Li's voice echoed out.

"Sister Xuanxuan," Rong Can's soft call rang out, sounding simultaneously close to her ear and not far away.

The chaotic canvas suddenly began to take on defined boundaries. In the distance, the ocean water was deep blue and murky, stretching endlessly beyond sight, while the waves closer at hand gradually grew distinct—transparent and light blue, yet brimming with immense tension.

If you wish to supplement and complete the new system, we can discuss it privately. Why must it be at a time like this?

Aside from Bai Yuexin, the rest of the group could be said to have made preparations early on the moment they heard Lee Ming had crafted a new card, just in case it turned out to be some bizarre monstrosity, ensuring they at least had a quilt, mat, or bedding to lie down on so they wouldn't catch a cold.

Ultimately, Xie Ni would still set foot upon that bloody path of upheaval regarding imperial authority; a single misstep would result in utter destruction. In their past lives, they had shared no intersection at all, which was why they were able to stand by with folded arms.

"Regret? I think the one who should regret is you! Just wait until we beat you until you submit!" Hearing Moyan's words, Jian Ao said with a look of utter disdain.

Knowing full well that this scene was far beyond anything she could insert herself into, Madam Martha the witch doctor quietly slipped away from the place.

"What do you mean?" Seeing the figure blocking his path, Ming Ye's expression darkened as he shouted coldly.