Chapter 66

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Peng Jun did not stand on ceremony with him, striding forward to deal him a resounding slap across the face—a blow that caused everyone present to gasp in unison.
Inspecting the goods? Liu Wentian wore an expression of utter agony. Could it be that in the eyes of his own wife, a living, breathing man like him was nothing more than a piece of merchandise?
"When the time comes, I shall take the elders of the clan to catch them in the act; it will be foolproof!" A calculating curve touched Cang Furong's seductive, crimson lips.
That was right. This time, Yang Ming had not accompanied Yan Ming; instead, he had remained secretly within the Underworld King's Mansion for the sole purpose of tracking down the Underworld King's Consort. Moreover, he carried the Underworld King's most closely guarded power; using them to track someone down was absolute certainty.
This time, just as when they usually bullied others, no one offered any resistance, leaving themselves entirely at the mercy of their brutal beating.
Sun Yifeng leaped up and caught it with one hand! At that moment, he even had the sensation of violently pulling down a rebound in a game of basketball.
After weeping for a while, she raised her head, her red and swollen eyes searching around for something, only to lower them again in disappointment.
Qu Huashang glanced at the two people opposite her, then looked at Donghua Yufan, understanding dawning instantly in her heart. Saying nothing, she stood quietly to the side.
However, just as she was pondering whether she should privately contact Sony and have them create a custom ending exclusively for her, a voice of denial came from the other end of the phone.
In this day and age, spending a few million on advertisements was commonplace, yet the visual impact of such a massive pile of raw stone far exceeded that of any television commercial! Seeing so much stone discarded like this, who could fail to be shocked?
Little did she know that once she appeared in this place, under the gaze of a multitude, and became tainted with the shadow of the Dark Gate, the detached and otherworldly reputation she once held as the Flowing Shadow Swordsman would be utterly ruined.
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One must act within one's capabilities; she certainly was not going to sacrifice her life for righteousness. A thing like life was exceedingly precious, after all.
"No! I want you to invest, and I will do the work! We can split the profits then! Because my family is poor and has no money!" Dongling stated quite bluntly.
With a resounding shout, An Xi and that illusory figure swung their racket and blade simultaneously. With a loud explosion, the tennis ball rushed forward like a cannonball fired from its chamber, hurtling toward Fujian on the opposite side. Along its path, a continuous sequence of cracking sounds echoed through the air.
Some words, when spoken once or twice, might genuinely be jokes. But if they are repeated too often, they become much more than just a joke.
She was a genius of the younger generation within her family, possessing the strength of the second realm of Ethereal at the tender age of sixteen. Furthermore, she was at the peak of the second realm, needing only a single opportunity to break through into the third realm of Ethereal.
Although the three of them silently accompanied Chinai home, no one spoke a word along the entire journey; perhaps at times like this, silence surpasses speech?
This baffling argument seemed to vent all the poisonous vapors pent up in their hearts, leaving them both feeling thoroughly refreshed.
Her peach-blossom eyes rolled as she suddenly conceived of an idea that could spare her a scolding while also protecting Chen Jie from punishment.
Those disobedient tribes among the demon race had been ruthlessly suppressed by him; some feigned compliance while others resisted to the death.
However, the transparent illusion was exceptionally bizarre; it seemed to possess an undying body and could not be destroyed no matter what. Seemingly aware of the strangeness of its own abilities, even while being at a disadvantage, the transparent illusion did not break off the combat, but instead continued to entangle endlessly.
Sun Island Golf Club is an essential component of the Sun Island Resort, occupying more than half of the island's total area. Upon waking in the morning, one hears crisp birdsong, and the air is exceptionally fine—opening the window to breathe deeply brings immense comfort.
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Gazing at the majestic mist connecting heaven and earth, Ji Lingsheng—compelled step-by-step by the murderous intent closing in from behind—finally revealed a trace of a smile. This was the absolute worst-case scenario he had discussed with Zang Xingjie. Rumor had it that even immortals could lose their way within the Great Fog Region; once he escaped into the mist, no matter how formidable the abilities of the Immortal Sect's Master might be, there would be nothing he could do.
His older brother had returned from Bai Ling'er's place last night beaming with radiant joy and looking thoroughly refreshed, boasting to him for half the night. Therefore, as soon as day broke today, he had come calling carrying a double-tailed peacock obtained from his sister. According to his analysis, Bai Ling'er had recently taken a liking to adorable spiritual beasts.
Jun Yan still spoke indifferently, as though all of this had nothing to do with him whatsoever, speaking of it as if it concerned someone else entirely.
Just as Li Mo was about to reply that they did not need to eat, Luoluo had already snatched a red fruit from the hands of one of the villagers. Li Mo had no choice but to change the words on the tip of his tongue into thanking the village chief.
The black-market manager whom he had previously beaten into a critical condition and left sprawled at the entrance of the passageway had already vanished without a trace by this time.
He could not move, remained foolishly dazed, and blank-faced, yet he was able to swallow food; that he was not dead was the only truth.
In truth, Zhang Zhijie's heart still felt somewhat heavy. He lacked great confidence in himself, and his confidence in Lu Wan was also somewhat insufficient, yet the "Big Ox" whom he anticipated in his heart remained a mystery of life and death.
One day, Mizhu arose and went to the Kunlun Asking Heaven Platform, where Mo Wentian was meditating in stillness upon the terrace. Seeing Mizhu approach, he smiled and said, "Mizhu, how is it you have time to come out and clear your mind? Still, clearing your mind is a good thing." Although his tone remained as amiable as ever, it was difficult to conceal the inner anguish he felt.
The expression on the fat chef's face shifted continuously, clearly reflecting his inner struggle. On the one hand, he feared that once he betrayed those people, his family would be murdered; on the other hand, he felt that Li Dongheng's words made a great deal of sense.
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