Chapter 54

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Given Zimo's current identity, strength, and... status, Hongyue's family would absolutely never allow him to marry Hongyue.
Uncle Zhang and Goodwife Zhang helped the two tidy up the bed and prepared some daily necessities, making their stay as comfortable as possible.
"What happened back then? Why did he manage to escape from your hands?" Behemoth continued to ask. He had spared the lives of the others precisely to find out the truth.
Jin Minyan had not yet reacted. As a Wood Spirit Master, she had already condensed several clusters of kimchi while Han Jinju was crying out for help, intending to hurl them right into the enemy's face. Yet just as the kimchi was prepared, Han Jinju was already eliminated: Oh my god, what just happened!? Even such a huge fighting ring was blasted out of bounds?!
"Exactly, exactly! If I hadn't swindled some travel expenses from the ancestors, my clumsy older brother wouldn't even be able to afford a boat ticket, hee-hee!" Qin Li added, not forgetting to expose Qin Fei's awkward poverty.
These soldiers were mostly low-tier cultivators with shallow cultivation bases, and following days of constant vigilance, their physical stamina was almost completely exhausted.
That originally withered body seemed to be recharged, growing larger as a majestic sea of blood floated in the air.
"Fight the Landlord?" Sasha had lived in Minhai for several months, yet she didn't even know what Fight the Landlord was?
"The Lin family?" The factions in the pugilistic world were intricate and intertwined, and many organizations were virtually unheard of.
"Many thanks, Ancestor! This disciple is extremely satisfied!" Zuo Jun cupped his fists toward the Blood Soul Ancestor and said eagerly.
"Chen Ning, the quantity of warships I requested was meant as a bargaining chip. What should we do if they actually agree?" Zai Xun worriedly asked.
After some discussion, Yun Feng and the others stepped into the safest passageway. This tunnel was somewhat different from the previous ones; while it appeared narrow and long, some sections unexpectedly bulged outward! Because of this, Yun Feng and the others had enough space to gather without having to constantly march in single file.
What Ruyu did not know was that the reason Peng Mo endured all kinds of torture while stubbornly clinging to a humble existence was simply because she still harbored thoughts of her son, Crown Prince Jinyan.
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"Master!" Seeing the blood-dragon struck by the sword, Claude took a step forward, intending to step up and counter Wang Xuanlong.
"Alright, stop staring. Ning-ge promised to give each of us one of these handguns after dealing with the Sea Dragon King this time. Now we should discuss official business," Tie Dan said.
As soon as these words were spoken, not only the Western City, but geniuses within the other major cities as well broke into an uproar!
The Crimson-Striped Wild Boar tumbled across the ground a dozen times, and no sooner had it steadied its stance than it lunged hungrily back toward Xiang Cheng.
The stone monkey's expression was like that of someone who had just swallowed a fly fresh out of an outhouse—a mix of astonishment and utter disgust. He was astonished that Cui Feng actually possessed two fierce vengeful souls, exceptionally rare and precious items, while what disgusted him was that his wish to regain freedom had been shattered once again.
Xiang Cheng swallowed hard. As an Awakening-stage cultivator, he had long outgrown the need for food, but the deeply ingrained nature within his bones still made him unable to help yearning for this banana-like fruit.
Blood-red muscles intertwined over the thickest bones of the blood corpse's arms and legs. Its torso and internal organs were tightly enveloped, with a dense network of red and blue meridians spreading across them.
Liu Ruying smiled sweetly. She had always held a great fondness for Situ Haoxuan and obeyed his every word.
However, how could Zhao Changfeng let him have his way? Seizing the opportunity when Mu Kun was gripping the tip of the staff and found it inconvenient to wield his staff techniques, Zhao Changfeng took a leap forward and arrived right in front of him. Seizing the moment, the black battle blade in his hand transformed into a flurry of blade shadows, pressing fiercely toward Mu Kun.
Long Hao looked at Long Ming's back, and faintly even caught sight of a mountain range of white bones behind that door—a place of extreme gloom and terror.
Xia Xing carried the box out of the broadcasting station, and just as he stepped out the door, a Ferrari sports car stopped right in front of him.
This was not the romance she had imagined, yet she simply could not bear to let this man go. Knowing full well that he could never give her the kind of pampering she yearned for, she nonetheless tormented herself by continuing to hope.
However, because it was on the side of the escalator, there was no one underneath either, so it didn't crush anyone—it merely gave everyone a terrible scare.
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An explosion violently tore open Long炎's chest, blasting his ten-meter-long body flying dozens of meters away. Furthermore, the flesh on Long炎's chest was left in a bloody mess, with the dragon scales and flesh fused completely together.
Upon hearing this, the two Lius said nothing more, though inwardly they still cursed Chen Feng for being cold-blooded, ruthless, and far too cruel.
After all, as long as Xia Xing was willing to compete, then relying on the popularity he brought, the money could still be earned back.
"If you want them, change into clean clothes and do as I say!" If they were sent out to hawk goods, but she herself sold the braised marinade, she wouldn't need them to keep stock for her; she only needed them to buy back large quantities, and naturally, people would come to buy.
Perhaps even Tuoba Lie could never have imagined the experiment he conducted in the secret alleys of the martial world in Yunzhou City was merely a failed prototype.
Gu Naiqin covered her mouth and chuckled softly. She did not spell things out too directly or bluntly, but the underlying meaning of her words was self-evident.
Lu Chen frowned slightly. The bumper harvest he had imagined did not appear; the items obtained from opening the two silver treasure chests could only be described as mediocre, failing to offer anything that truly surprised him.
A billion views—that was equivalent to over two-thirds of the Jiuzhou population having watched it at least once.
Shang Qingqi ultimately could not manage to squat any longer, and as he slumped heavily onto the ground, he muttered a word to himself.
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