Extra Chapter Seven: Still

Although Father Qin had seen his wife’s social media post and even liked it, upon returning home, he was greeted by Qin Yan, who was sporting a short-sleeved shirt, shorts, and a buzz cut.

She had originally intended to observe for a few more days before asking, but after being provoked by this guy, all the raw, honest thoughts in her mind spilled out.

Zhao Yanan clicked on her Douyin account and saw that the short video she had posted of those photos of Qin Yan had already garnered over ten thousand likes.

Under the rapid-fire assault from Mei Renxing, Li Hairuo was unable to dodge and could only protect his vital points, using his back to block the blow.

Li Hairuo’s eyes lit up; he decided to simply cripple Zhang Jingtian’s martial arts and send him to the most primitive tribe in Africa.

Ji Yuxi and Mo Huaijin were quite curious. Didn't this guy’s phone only contain their numbers and the landline for the villa? When did he save someone else’s contact?

He took it as a vacation for himself, and besides, he could take the opportunity to experience the various high-tech equipment inside the base.

"Your Majesty, it is too far from here. I fear the King cannot hear clearly. I humbly request to play closer to the King," Gao Jianli said calmly.

With a snap, Murong Xiye closed her dragon-bone fan, took a vial of potion from her bosom, and poured it over the corpses. As the liquid touched them, the bodies dissolved into puddles of blood.

He sprinted for dozens of miles, and only after seeing that no immortal cultivators were pursuing him did he stop, transforming into a solitary leg.

Those who were severely wounded had almost lost their ability to move; their massive bodies crashed to the ground, creating a thunderous sound upon impact.

***

The undercover guard had found an opportunity a few days ago to get the head eunuch drunk, then used an ink pad to make imprints of all the keys on his person and had duplicates made. He just hadn't had the chance to test which key opened which door.

Yuanyuan whispered a thank you. Though her voice was barely audible, it was infinitely charming, enough to make any man willing to brave fire and water for her.

Shangguan Lei had finally arrived. Nie Wuzheng couldn't help but smile bitterly. He wondered how he would react if he heard that Jia Qianqian had gotten engaged again? If Jia Qianqian wanted to leave with him, what reason could he possibly use to object?

Situ Nan asked, "Does the Military Advisor still have reservations?" As it turned out, this man was none other than Qin Kong, the chief strategist of Black Mountain Cliff. The success of Black Mountain Cliff over the years was inseparable from his schemes.

After another glass of wine, Jia Qianqian hiccuped, slid off her chair, and crumpled under the table, dead drunk.

Su Qi looked at him with somewhat dazed eyes; she naturally understood that his words were meant for the "Su Qi" of the past.

Once the Grand Completion Star Sword appeared, Wang Zhijiang swallowed the many words that had just reached his lips, his expression as unsightly as if he had eaten excrement.

Judging by Liu Lan's tone, Zhao Zixuan had already been rescued. Apart from his own old father-in-law, there was likely no one else who would lend a helping hand. After this incident, his father-son relationship with Zhao Zixuan was truly dead in all but name.

In reality, the so-called "potency" of a medicine was merely a broad term. In truth, even a slight difference in the efficacy of pills represented an immeasurable gap—primarily because both the therapeutic effect and the level of alchemy required differed vastly. Consequently, their value also varied significantly.

Sure enough, about five meters ahead, there were nearly three squads of men lying in ambush. Although they weren't using live ammunition, anyone hit would have to face penalties afterward. Fortunately, no one was "injured" in this skirmish.

"I care about him?" Lin Zi'en looked back in astonishment. "Is something wrong with your ears? Even if I were to remain in a century of solitude, I would never turn back..." As the words left her lips, she froze slightly, struck by a certain emotion hidden in the delicate features of his face.

***

Setting aside the previous White Tiger, after all, she hadn't reached this point with Mo Chen at that time, and Mo Chen had been poisoned and delirious.

From all directions, onlookers saw Dongfang Yuqing striding forward, countless Yin-Yang fish swirling before him, piercing the void and engulfing Tong Hua, who possessed no trace of spiritual energy fluctuations.

The two asked the shopkeeper for a few bottles of wine and ordered a few dishes. They chatted as they ate and drank.

Fearing that Lin Zi'en might be nervous, Huo Jingshen secretly squeezed her hand, then let go and looked around the room with a faint smile.

The Seven Emotions Red Dust Cauldron was extinguished by him, and his world, too, was falling into betrayal and abandonment. His power was rapidly decaying, and in Zhuang Jian’s "World Image," those demigods sensed the change in Huan Qingyue and immediately organized a counterattack. In an instant, the mountains and rivers were reclaimed, and one plane after another was restored.

Everyone was crying. Zuolun squatted down, holding a silver bullet in his hand and weeping; Xiao Wei held Yao Chi while crying; Muzi leaned into 007’s arms, sobbing; and even the ever-resilient Xiaxia had reddened eyes.

Of course, everyone present, save for a few guards, could hear the sarcasm in Yue Xuan’s words.

Dong Tingtian’s simple answer caused him to reflect on the relationship between himself and Dong Tingtian; hadn't he always admired him and secretly harbored the desire to surpass him?