Chapter 50

Because Min Hao Ru liked Ji Jie, he also came to dislike Gu Xiaoxiao and deliberately treated her coldly.

“Ma Rufeng, well done, trying to fool me with a fake death.” Feng Shen’s voice was icy.

He directly took an M416 and walked over in that direction. No matter what now, the bullets were sufficient; this could barely hold out.

“Xia Mu, you better explain yourself!” Qian Xiao slammed her test paper down in front of her with a sharp slap, her eyes blazing with fury, as if she wanted to tear Xia Mu apart alive.

Xia Ziyuan almost believed him this time; although his words should have been harsh and biting, they felt unexpectedly warm inside.

Gu Yueling snorted lightly, curling her lips with satisfaction. She looked up and then stood on tiptoe to kiss Gong Yihan on the cheek. If it had been before, she would have embraced him, but with her hand injured, she could only tiptoe. Now, this man even bowed his head to kiss her—was she really that short?

Taking a deep breath, the stubbled man forced a smile and then threw the machete in his hand to the ground.

Gu Aocheng, Xia Ziyuan, Nangong Yi, Ye Jingjing, Su Tianhao, and Ye Duoduo each put on their earplugs in succession.

Yun De felt the overwhelming aura of the elder before him, who was devouring the void and absorbing fiery energy, and without a word, he slashed at him with his sword.

After his diagnosis, Zuo An had once told him that Jiang Wanxin, due to long-term use of contraceptives, had lost the ability to conceive. Jiang Heng hated Liu Moxing, but he hated Lin Ziping even more.

“Qingcheng, stop calling yourself 'big sister' in front of me all the time! I’m clearly older than you!” Yu Xia was somewhat “displeased.”

As far as he knew, Earth Immortals lived no more than three hundred years, and Heavenly Immortals no more than eight hundred. As for the Dao cultivators’ Yang Spirit stage, which cultivates only the soul and not the body, their lifespan could be somewhat longer, but a thousand years was probably the limit.

“You’re lying. My chest is naturally large—I don’t need sponge pads. Let me in today—it’s like inviting a wolf into the house. Let go!” Xia Qingqing shouted.

“Yes, yes, elder brother, hmph~” Qian Yan turned her head to look out the window at the beautifully sunny weather.

“Did you find out what they said?” Feng’s tone calmed, but this calmness sent a chill down Gao Lun’s spine.

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Although she hoped to work with Master Hong long-term, she didn’t want him to suffer any backlash because of it.

“Zhengrong, why are you crying?” Hua Tiancheng took a tissue from his pocket to wipe away her tears after speaking.

Qiu Shiliang’s gaze lingered on Zhuge Xiongfei for a moment before he leisurely walked out with Wang Lin.

Faced with the black smoke, everyone was discussing it, for the arena had a protective layer that blocked their perception. This layer’s function was to protect the competitors or contestants from harming those seated.

The front of the slippery skin dipped down, plunging headfirst into the whirlpool below, sinking deep into the pool with the rushing currents.

The sudden ringing of a phone brought Fang Zixun back to reality. Seeing Wang Xi was not there, he calmed his panic and then thought of something.

At that moment, waves rippled from the ground, and moments later, a dozen police officers all walked in. Seeing this, everyone was extremely surprised.

Some matters cannot be concluded merely by imagination; one must have solid evidence to speak, especially when it comes to matters of great importance. He understood this well.

The middle-aged man turned in reminiscence, staring at the ten black shadows before him. They were all orphans, unburdened by ties; they were also the Jo family’s most ‘elite’ shadows, hidden behind their master’s back.

To be honest, tonight’s skin dishes, aside from the somewhat strange ingredients, tasted very good. Eating at the same table with Ye Anqi, who personally served him, made it especially delicious.

While saying this, Liu Ling’s eyes kept glancing at the bulging pocket of Zi Yu, the burning desire in his eyes unmistakable.

Come to think of it, since moving, he hadn’t been this close with Liu Ling walking through the night.

Although Fang Li muttered to himself, after two safe transmigrations, he was no longer nervous. Following Arno’s instructions, he tidied the scattered items on his body and sat cross-legged to fake sleep.

Yang Hao’s combat instrument radiated a white glow, raised above his head and swung downward fiercely, sending a crescent-shaped beam hurtling toward Xia Feng.

If Qi Zhian knew that every day a sniper was aiming at him, his calves would probably cramp by now.

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Buddha’s light, fairy essence, divine arts—all flowed like water through Jiang Dongyu; he seemed both a point in the universe and the universe itself.

But Mu Qiu was not pleased, for she knew this snake’s cultivation had reached at least the eighth rank, equivalent to late Nascent Soul stage. She knew the ice would not last long against it, so Mu Qiu had to strike swiftly and decisively.

Xie Jing pouted with a pleading expression. For her brother’s sake, she was willing to put on a bold front.

“Master, thank you!” Mu Qiu replied by transmitting sound, then fell silent and resumed observing the “ants.” Suddenly, the fruit on a nearby tree, previously scentless, began emitting a sweet aroma—was it finally ripening?

“Brother Yang Hao… Yang Hao… brother.” Yang Hao was now as weak as a flickering candle, barely sensing any vitality; all calmness had vanished.

Qu Hou Nian En raised his standing after this banquet. Chased during the day, yet acting as if nothing happened by night; such a man was destined for greatness.

“Mistress, shall we give them names first?” Su Ze hurriedly interrupted. Even the mistress had such childish moments; it seemed he would have to coax her later.

He had just said, “What do you want to hear?” but his mouth moved without sound. The only thing heard was a sound like the letter ‘n,’ as if the sentence ended with the first syllable.

Mrs. Jiang was startled and quickly gave up watching coldly, joining the Wu family’s trusted maid to stop Mrs. Wu.

After returning to the hotel, he pondered the ancient martial arts techniques of ‘Demonic Shadow Clone’ and shadow clones.

Dinner was held in the emperor’s Longevity Hall. By evening, Cao Deyuan personally came to invite them.