Volume 1, Chapter 39: The One Held in Heart

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What is there to keep secret—isn't it just that Parseltongue exists because Voldemort transferred some of his own power to Harry on the night he left that scar?
The attack was launched by the artillery of dozens of naval vessels, targeting the enemy military stronghold as planned.
"No, no..." Ji Meina shook his head repeatedly. Stripping himself was shameful enough, but if he had to have his mother do it for him, wouldn't that be the height of humiliation?
In fact, as long as the "Chaotic Thinking" restriction existed, there was nothing he could use on a large scale.
However, I must remind you that Felix Felicis is prohibited in organized competitions—such as sports, examinations, or elections.
As was his habit, whenever Yang Tianzhen was deep in thought, he liked to tap on an object with the index and middle fingers of his right hand.
Facing the massive, surging torrent of the giant whale, Dongfang Yunyang showed not the slightest intention of retreating.
While lost in a pleasant daydream, Dou Wei suddenly felt a chill down his back, so without a second thought, he abruptly crouched to the ground.
Then came a "snap," and that expensive Fruit-brand smartphone was shattered into pieces before his very eyes.
Although he hadn't heard the master of the manor speak personally, he had learned of their reaction from the servants.
The ragtag brigade of the Salt Tribe was stunned into submission at the very beginning. They hurriedly shifted back to human form, each grabbing their preferred weapon, hoping to turn the tide of battle in the shortest possible time.
"I refuse to believe it! In the dead of night, with the palace gates locked, did the assassin just drop from thin air?" the Emperor gritted his teeth and said.
Chen Shifeng made one wrong move after another, ultimately ending up rotting away to his death, with no one left to pity him.

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The batch of weapons missing from the police station was a thorn in Lin Feng's side, and he had no idea who had taken them.
Xizhu’s eyes welled with tears as she knelt on the ottoman by the bed, using cotton balls to wipe the sand from the Empress's arms. The tears threatened to fall, but fearing they would offend the Prime Minister, she sat to the side, not daring to let out a sound.
Pin Yi cast aside her doubts; could she really still be half-asleep? When the Empress’s lethargy struck, she could practically fall asleep while walking. After all, nothing had happened this morning; it was the Emperor’s first morning court session since returning to the city, and everything outside remained quiet.
This meant that even if Sun Cijuan wasn't fired, she would no longer be transferred to the outpatient department. This signified that the reforms in the outpatient nursing department had come to an abrupt halt after only one day.
"Send it off then." To soothe her, Xu Qianlie spoke with a touch of uncertainty; after all, she had been wronged.
"Song Bei, this is all for Junzi’s sake! Do you really want to see Junzi subjected to the finger-pointing of others?"
Lin Feng did not hesitate and nodded directly; his base of operations was a symbol of his strength and a calling card.
At this moment, all of them stared at Ye Han with eyes full of murderous intent. These demons exuded an aura of evil, channeling demonic energy as they sprinted toward him.
"Right! Daring to ruin Brother Tian’s plans—it would be strange if we didn't leave him crippled!" a martial artist following behind Jiang Tian quickly added.
The group trembled violently, their expressions showing the utmost shock, as if they had seen a ghost.
In the Heavenly Court, Di Jun and Tai Yi were working together to forge a pitch-black sword of malice. Nearby, demon soldiers continuously cast the captured souls and essence of humans into it. The resentment and malevolence accumulating in this peerless weapon grew with each passing day. The sword had been forged for nearly a hundred years and was nearing completion.
Almost all the martial cultivators in the Qing Kingdom had arrived, and even the sects had dispatched a large number of their disciples.
If a naive youth heard the pimp’s complaints and was bombarded with sweet talk, he would have long been bewitched, truly believing the girl the pimp spoke of had fallen for him at first sight and couldn't stop thinking about him.

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A look of joy appeared on Titus's face. He hurriedly thanked the leader and dispatched his capable subordinates to organize hundreds and thousands of people to light fires, build a camp, and set up tents, preparing for a protracted battle.
Now that the Heavenly Dao was strong and Hongjun had been suppressed, there was no need to worry for the time being. But what Ming He worried about was the War of the Investiture of the Gods. If the Primordial World were truly shattered, wouldn't the Heavenly Dao also be damaged? Then, Hongjun would have an opportunity to strike. Ming He could not be certain of Hongjun's ultimate goal.
The sharp Greek saber sliced a deep gash into Tapirus's left thigh, cutting down to the bone, leaving it a bloody mess.
As soon as he passed the palace, the puppet guard suddenly opened its eyes, glared coldly at Ye Han, drew the long blade at its waist, and slashed toward him.
"No, I know myself, and I know what it means to be fond of someone. Of course, I also know what you are worried about; I just hope you can give me a chance. I will wait for you to grow up." Lian Zimo was so earnest, and every word he spoke had been carefully considered.
The Fifth Prince looked stubbornly at the Empress, his heart pounding with anxiety, wanting to hear the truth, though he didn't know what he was hoping to hear—only that he felt both nervous and afraid.
They should have understood each other; they should have been loving, just like before.
She didn't know if Tumi's claim that she would return to normal in ten days was true or false, but at the moment, she still didn't have an ounce of strength in her body and possessed no offensive capability.
Standing on the windy street corner in the depths of winter, the two shivered and exchanged a look, filled with disbelief: "This... is the Young Mistress's temper a bit too much?"
After blocking the explosion that day, the Prince began to regulate his breathing. Wuji, worried that the enemy might attack again, simply ignited a hallucinogenic smoke for safety, filling the entire valley with mist.