Chapter 50

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Li Jianxing was already accustomed to his master's frequent bouts of absent-mindedness, so he just pouted and dropped the inquiry, figuring that since they were dealing with enemies, the sides should be evenly matched anyway.
After all, all supplies were controlled by the system, and no system would ever allow players to grasp the power to upend everything. In other words, they might never have the opportunity to leave this place.
Yao Qingmu feigned tossing and turning in her sleep, taking the opportunity to slip her hand beneath the pillow and grip tightly onto the dagger she usually kept tucked inside her boot shaft.
They had all thought they were going to meet the police, but to their surprise, the figures standing outside the door turned out to be several young, burly men wearing security guard uniforms.
At this thought, Jin Yang's gaze darkened slightly. He turned around and walked out of his son's room in complete silence.
"Did you get yourself into some serious trouble this time? Did you flirt with a mob boss's favorite kept man?" When dealing with her, one could never use conventional judgment, so I always dared to let my imagination run wild.
Without a second thought, Daoming hurriedly turned his head back, only to find that Chan had already crouched down right behind him, hands forming a seal with four fingers converged, fiercely stabbing toward a certain spot.
Feng Xiaoxia was forced to glance into the mirror, and she froze instantly. She naturally knew what her own face looked like far better than anyone else. Although she had taken the Biling Pill last."

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As the grand army of the Great Xia Dynasty charged straight in, the enemy lines collapsed almost at the very first touch.
Throughout the entire, massive department, not a single person came out to support Ye Fei; instead, waves of sarcastic jeers echoed through the air.
Lifting her gaze in bewilderment, looking at Gu Chen—who had just been enduring pain, yet whose exquisite lips now wore a sly, cunning smile akin to a cat that had successfully stolen a fish, accompanied by a soft, comfortable sigh escaping his thin lips—if An Xiaoxiao still didn't understand by now, she truly must have been an idiot.
"Hehe, don't mind it. Everyone isn't quite familiar with you yet..." The fat man's words were abruptly cut off by Li Xiu.
Duan Mu had only been arrested a short while ago, yet instead of showing any panic as a father, he had gone straight to a nightclub... This simply defied all common sense.
The so-called Dao heart might seem ethereal and mysterious, but upon closer examination, one would realize that as long as a cultivator remained thick-skinned and carefree, she would possess no flaws whatsoever.
As for Wang Zuo, Liu Qingxi herself had no idea what kind of emotions she truly held toward him: Was it love? Hatred? Or something else entirely?
Once she successfully entered the coverage area of the thunder clouds, Leng Youran finally heaved a sigh of relief. This place could barely be considered her home turf, after all. Even if she couldn't do anything to Wudaozi, the other disciples of the Dragon Soul Palace would find it exceedingly difficult to pose a threat to her again.
Her next step was of vital importance; otherwise, if she were spotted by that dog, Old Man Liu would undoubtedly use some bizarre method to shake me off and then double back. In that case, it would be utterly impossible to figure out what he was up to at this late hour.
Cold sweat poured profusely down the old man with the white beard's face. Taking a deep breath, he retreated directly to the side, having caught a glimpse of the threat of death gleaming within the white-haired youth's eyes. He dared not take the risk.
"Did you kill them?" I stared at the old man in profound shock, never expecting that he had actually taken human lives before.
I mumbled that my head was still aching terribly and that I needed to go lie down for a while. Leaving those words behind, I ignored whatever nagging Zhang Qimei had to say and headed straight back to my room.

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"As soon as I finished dealing with those two unfilial wretches at home, I rushed right over. I only regret that I am still too late. The Dan family will likewise spare no effort in healing the Phoenix Son." With vivid emotion and masterly theatrical delivery, Yang Yan expressed both his deep remorse and the misfortune of his family lineage.
Watching the quiet crowd, Yi Mengmeng let out a soft breath, her fingers twitching slightly within the concealment of her sleeves.
"Qiuyu..." Looking at her retreating figure, Song Zhe completely lost the courage to give chase. Hesitating for a moment, he could only stand rooted to the spot. After a long while, he finally struck his own head fiercely, a low, muffled sob involuntarily escaping his throat.
"Then trouble yourself to lead the way to your bedchamber!" Without giving room for argument, Tang Yao gave the hilt of his sword a swift twist, extended his left hand, and hauled Mu Yunxi straight up from the ground.
New creative ideas emerged in an endless stream, and people had long since grown accustomed to favoring the novel over the old; rigid, conservative thinking had no path to survival in the commercial world.
However, the present situation was different. As for precisely how it was different, that was a matter to be discussed later.
Although spiritual energy existed between heaven and earth, relying solely on breathing and absorbing this ambient energy to enhance one's strength was an altogether excessively slow process.
Lining Tai and Duan Bin, who had previously strutted around with utter arrogance and completely disregarded Li Tianming, now wore expressions fraught with bitter regret.