53 Jinjiang Literature City

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Within the camp, the soldiers on the night watch had already taken their posts. Torches flickered uncertainly along the encircling wall. It was a moonless night, with only thousands of stars hung high overhead.

"Taking Water from me was the biggest mistake you've ever made in your life, because the Water Group is about to be destroyed by you!" Edgar waved his hand and slammed the newspaper into the face of the patriot.

Of course, to enhance credibility, Lin Yang used his own father's name, Lin Jianguo.

"Who are you talking to?" came a voice from the inner room, carrying a faint sense of noble composure and calm.

Over the past month, I mainly pondered over the old dough. Regarding the classifications of yogurt, beer, and acetic acid bacteria, it was mostly my brother who was generous enough to help sort them out. So even until today, Zhuge Jin actually knew exactly how yogurt was fermented.

Without turning to look at his own son, the All-Around Hero showed no expression, staring at Xia Shang. His deep eyes betrayed no fluctuation of emotion.

Gong Jian nodded. He was curious to see what confidence Lin Shu truly had, then looked toward He Chenguang as if to ask.

The stone heart was thrown beneath the ancient tree root, and the already unstable stone heart cracked with a sharp sound.

Only ten thousand troops? That was an illusion, Liu Mo was certain. As soon as I make a move, Yang Yizhi will surely reinforce the troops.

Originally, he trusted Ding Junzhi's identity as a hunter very much, but now... it was uncertain who was real and who was fake.

His right hand thrust forward and twisted, intersecting with Ye Zhanghuo's arm. Before the strike landed, he instinctively flipped his wrist and grabbed Ye Zhanghuo's wrist firmly.

At this moment, the guests no longer hesitated. With a clatter, someone was the first to throw their weapon to the ground. Like a contagion, the clatter of weapons hitting the ground followed one after another until the floor was littered with discarded arms.

Moreover, Gong Nanjue’s reason for employing this move was related to how the Celestial Daoist repeatedly baited him, blocking him with the same maneuvers again and again, creating a sense of inertia—as if he would do the same again next time.

Others did not know what it looked like when a Yunmeng barbarian awakened the ancestral blood and underwent tribulation... but Yuchi Tianhu, who once entered the Yunmeng Mountains, had witnessed firsthand the tribulation of a Yunmeng barbarian awakening the ancestral blood.

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Then Wang Le continuously circulated the purple-gold magical power within his dantian, following the secret steps taught by the Thunder Beast, his hands constantly tapping the essence blood suspended in midair.

Before coming here, he had wandered around Qinglian City and felt the overwhelming power of that divine-level formation.

At this time, the six-winged great demon also recovered from its immobilized state. It sat up with a whoosh but did not attack Qi Fei, because although its body had been frozen moments ago, it had clearly heard the conversation between Qi Fei and the Black Elf and knew they were not hostile.

"I see now!" Huang Er finally understood Li Yi’s thoughts. But now, glancing at the growing flames and thickening smoke, a sense of helplessness welled up in his heart. In such a circumstance, even if the enemy besieged the city, what could they do?

Perhaps he never expected that among the world’s cultivators, there were still those who did not know about the White Cloud Taoist.

At this moment, Ao Guanhai felt even more regretful about Chen Geng’s refusal to come serve in his government.

And... if you hit a bottleneck in cultivation, why bring it up at this birthday banquet? Now is the stage for gift-giving and exchanges, please stay on topic.

Whether you worship her or mock him, Chun Ge is still Chun Ge—a unique superstar born of the times. Under the unprecedentedly prosperous entertainment ecosystem, Li Yuchun cannot be replicated again.

Seeing Huang Guolun arrive, Mu Chunmei smiled and waved at him. Her arm rested on the table as she waved, not raising her hand, giving an impression of calm confidence.

"So there really is a Tang Sect that uses poison techniques. I thought that was just a legend..." Lu Yu, increasingly creeped out as he listened to Fan Nichang’s answer, couldn’t help but sigh.

Not daring to be careless, Meng Haibo answered honestly: "Leader, you know the situation at our Chengfa Factory. Though we get by, it’s only barely better than other brother enterprises within the system; life is tight."

Otherwise, when landing on an unfamiliar planet, how could one expose themselves directly to the atmosphere without even protective gear, moving freely as if on Earth?

Just as Xiao Zonghan ordered his men to take cover, his opponent Lu Yu suddenly seemed "lost in thought." At that moment, Lu Yu was thinking of something else—his so-called "something else" was Xiao Zonghan’s surname: Xiao.

Guoguo’s mother had lived at Qingfeng Taoist Temple for many years and was expected to send gifts to several Taoist masters there.

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When she awoke again, her body was no longer at Lishui Dock but on the soft couch of a carriage.

"How did he know? Why did you tell him?" Jiang Huan’s smile remained inscrutable.

Thinking it might be caused by a curse talisman, they hurried to summon several talisman masters of rank five or above from the imperial capital.

Seeing Xuanyuan Pofan looking sleep-deprived, dark circles beneath his eyes, Guoguo pressed her lips tightly, pretending not to notice, grabbed a pillowcase to cover her upper body, and slowly emerged from under the blanket, hoping Xuanyuan Pofan could sleep a little longer.

It wasn’t until arriving at school and parking her bike that she met him riding over. He didn’t look at Zhao Hui; Zhao Hui looked at him. He smiled wryly, and Zhao Hui smiled too.

"I want your blood-sea reincarnation; do you agree?" The big rabbit suddenly lifted his head, his eyes losing the earlier madness but gaining a majestic aura that commanded the world.

After lunch, Zhao Hui and Li Zhenguo rested in Zhao Hui’s room for a while. Then Zhao Hui began to practice the zither.

Qin Shou hadn’t paid attention at first, but now listening carefully, indeed the sound of galloping warhorses behind grew fewer while the volume increased.

"Xue Ji has left too..." Zuo’er sighed and lay across from me, locking eyes, while I stared blankly at her because in my eardrums, there was only music.

With a swoosh, the green dragon tail in his hand unfolded and instantly bent the bodies of those in the carriage.

Back then, along with the Left Envoy of Light, Yang Xiao, they were known as the "Two Free Immortals." In both martial skill and status, they surpassed the Four Great Dharma Kings.