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Sheng Shiyao finally lifted his head again, his blood-red eyes fixed upon Yingyue. The deep green light shone into his gaze, as if cleansing away the crimson hue.

However, after watching the Night Demon’s match, Ma Jinlong clearly noticed that Mu Jing’s presence served as a catalyst for the team’s rhythm. Although his skill level was vastly different from the others, he used his own methods to guide them into acting according to the strategies he had planned well in advance.

When the car arrived at the Shangri-La Hotel, Baihe indeed saw Lin Wei, dressed in a magenta coat, happily talking on the phone by a large pillar at the entrance. Despite the crowd of people coming and going, Lin Wei’s enchanting allure stood out remarkably.

Once the two reached the edge of a safe distance, they saw Smaug lying in a pool of blood, clearly having sustained very serious injuries.

Mu Shuiqing’s face looked ghastly. She walked slowly back to her courtyard, too angry to even eat dinner.

Of course, these are merely Roman legends; even they themselves do not know where the Styx, along with the underworld of the living, truly lies. It is said that every year at Easter, they can return to the world of the living to visit their loved ones. As for the twelve Titans, they are as ethereal and elusive as the Earth Demons of the Nine Provinces—though their traces and historical records exist, no one has ever truly seen them.

Pushing aside distracting thoughts, I tucked the flashlight into my belt and descended the dark ladder step by step, my heart hammering like thunder. I knew that with every step downward, I was drawing closer to the core of the secret. What would be waiting for me below?

This cat-and-mouse game was far too cold-blooded. Chu Yan stood there, high and mighty, watching Yiyi’s agonizing struggle and witnessing her step-by-step march toward destruction.

"Taking a rare break today, Crystal? Have you finished all the modifications?" Yuesha asked, eager to know the results of Crystal’s work over the past month.

Taoist Priest Yunmao, dressed with an ethereal and transcendent air, was deep in a lively conversation with a white-haired, long-bearded priest. Beside them stood an elderly monk with a deeply lined face, who nodded and greeted other fellow practitioners and sect leaders from time to time.

"My toe—" The piercing pain from his toe made him jump up from Mo Han-shuang’s arms immediately, clutching his right leg and crying out in agony.

The phrase "rare meetings and frequent partings" could not be more fitting for them. In the months that followed, they did not see each other again. After returning from Japan, Wang Junkai began preparing a new song.

His eyes turned bloodshot as he swung the knife at us with no regard for technique. I grabbed a wooden stool to block his thrust, but I was no match for Mu Chengjun; he kicked the stool away and sent me tumbling to the side as well.

Wang Junkai sat in a chair, his fingers gently plucking the guitar, his clean and cold voice rippling out from the microphone. Occasionally, he would exchange a smile with Qianxi and Wang Yuan. Without realizing it, the fans in the audience began to wipe away tears secretly. It hadn't been easy, but after ten years, they had finally made it.

Ace unleashed a long-unused ability. A massive pillar of fire expanded from his body, blocking the incoming cannonballs. The wall of fire surged rapidly, taking out quite a few of the Navy soldiers.

As for me, once I have earned enough attention for the whole company, I only need to act the part of an ignorant, empty-headed fool.

After the blood oath was sworn, Meigongzi felt an inexplicable connection forming between her and the Shura before her. This oath left her without a shred of doubt regarding his motives for approaching her. In this way, Shura had dispelled every trace of suspicion in her heart.

Having neither eaten nor slept well throughout the journey, and after fighting intensely with Mo Han-shuang for so long, she could no longer hold on and fell asleep in Pang Ye’s arms.

Luozhou City connects to the Luo River, and since the river is wide and gentle, taking a boat downstream to the north side of the Qingyun Mountain gate takes only about half an hour—roughly the same as departing from the south gate, or perhaps only a moment or two longer.

The supreme Heart-Clearing Technique and the insights into the formation that Qin Yang acquired were all obtained from the soul fragments within that blue sphere in his past life.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan felt as though he had heard a world-shattering secret. He took a shocked step back. The Great Zhou... the Great Zhou... how could it have come to this? Xiao Yan pressed his lips tightly together; he had so many questions he wanted to ask, but he knew that, for now, it was best to ask nothing at all.

On this side, Yang Changfa led everyone back home. Zheng felt a sense of relief; having vented all the anger in her heart during the outing, she agreed with Yang Changfa’s later actions. After all, they were family, and one couldn't be too harsh.

The Straw Hat King hesitated for a moment, then chose to remain silent. In the past, he would never have dared, but for some reason, ever since following the Great Demon King, he felt he had become much bolder, fearing neither heaven nor earth.

When Yang Changgui heard Yang Changfa’s words, a look of pleasant surprise appeared in his eyes; having a carriage made things much easier.

Shen Xi paused as he walked outward after hearing this. He clenched his fists, but he still walked away without looking back.

Blinking her eyes, Jiu'er’s gaze shifted to the left side, which was smooth, tender, and showed no trace of injury.

The several Donghu cavalrymen charging at the front fell from their horses one after another. The messenger was extremely lucky; neither he nor his horse was struck by an arrow. Taking advantage of the momentary chaos, he veered past the Donghu cavalry and charged straight toward the gate of the first camp. Behind him, the Donghu cavalry continued their advance after a brief period of confusion, pursuing the messenger tightly as he charged into the first camp.