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Fu Zichen’s voice came from above. Looking up, one could see the wicked, seductive smile curving his thin lips.

Tang Tian held her fatal weakness, using Tang Xiong's death to back her into a corner every time, leaving her in a difficult predicament.

"Leaving half a day early won't affect much, as long as the person isn't badly hurt. Otherwise, with the filming already halfway done, what would we do next?" After clarifying the situation, Fang Wanhua merely sighed before shifting the conversation to other topics.

When he initially installed the security system, he had actually suggested it to his supervising instructor at the control center, only to be heavily berated. In their view, with these super-intelligent card weapons guarding the perimeter, no intruder could ever break in. And while the toilet pipe route mentioned by Lin Mo made some sense, he hadn't taken it to heart either.

After lighting the joss paper, she squashed down halfway and muttered under her breath, saying nothing more than that she was merely passing by and decided to take a look around; if she had caused any intrusion, she asked for their generous forgiveness, and burning this ghost money served as her apology.

Qiao Nuan called Luoluo and Zhang Da to tell them to eat on their own that evening and not worry about her. The two of them were uneasy and insisted on dropping her off first, adding that she should call them after the dinner banquet dispersed. Laughing despite herself at Luoluo's worried expression, Qiao Nuan had no choice but to nod and agree.

What kind of sensation that truly was, Feng Hongge herself could not articulate clearly. She only knew that suddenly, she felt as if she were being crushed flat, enduring excruciating pain.

"You jest, Retis. This is a gown designed exclusively for Xi Yi. Naturally, no outsider besides those from Xi Yi would wear it." Lu Yuxi phrased it tactfully.

"Wait a moment, I—I'll go ask someone else." The servant wanted to close the door, only to be spotted by an early-rising Lu Zhengming.

"Truly wondrous. I can sense that this is indeed my 'Black Blade Yoru', yet even its power has been weakened." Hawkeye opened his eyes abruptly, his piercing gaze causing Huang Liangchen's heart to tremble before a flash of black blade aura came hurtling toward him.

I found it all dazzlingly dizzying, wondering silently how on earth this fellow managed to memorize all these things.

Although he dismissed the thought almost instantly, the light flickering within Bai Yi's eyes did not extinguish for even a fraction of a second.

Even so, seeing Ziyun Yuan climb to such heights gave Rou Xin a profound shock. She had clearly witnessed Ziyun Yuan's feelings for Murong Tianlan. She had felt the heartbeat that could willingly and easily abandon its own life for the other's sake. Therefore, she intended to announce that Ziyun Yuan had passed the test.

The collision of invisible spiritual energy and flames caused Huoyanyang to display a trace of surprise. He had not held back at all with this strike; even if space were to collapse, he wouldn't have cared. To block such a blow required immense strength—something impossible for anyone below the Emperor realm's peak.

"Wait, you cannot go in." Murong Xianglong suddenly stepped in front of the doctor, blocking his entry.

"Greetings, Daoist Master Lin. What virtues or abilities does this humble official possess to warrant a personal summons from you?" Letian hurriedly bowed and said.

"It doesn't matter. If it won't work, it won't work; we shall think of other ways." Murong Xianglong shook his head, putting on a pretense of casual ease.

Damn it! What do these bunch of idiots know? Nine out of ten comments were saying how unfair it was to Zhang Yang, arguing that he should have retaliated on the spot.

"No, we can't find anyone, and the phone won't go through either." Huang Fei waved his hand. How could they possibly be unable to find anyone at such a critical moment?

That may be so, but Daji's alcohol tolerance was even lower than Chen Mo had estimated. After just two glasses, her face flushed with a rosy hue, and she was already tipsy.

"Who on earth did this? Who has the power to strike someone's name from the immortal registry? Could it be Yang Dou?" Yang Qizu began to guess wildly, but lacking a definite target, he could only speculate at random.

Blood sprayed into the air. With his hand gripped and locked, Gustav had no way to retreat. He could only instinctively swing his other arm to block, but with Busoshoku Haki coating his entire body, it appeared to cover him entirely while actually dispersing his defensive power.

Chen Xiao pondered briefly before nodding. "Alright, Godfather, I'll move in with you first."

If not for the fact that everyone participating in the match was a real person, Yang Dou would have thought this guy was idling in AFK mode.

He originally intended to throw another bundle of ten hand grenades down into the tank's driver cabin to kill all three Japanese soldiers inside, while also inflicting devastating destruction upon the driving system, machine gun operation system, and artillery operation system within the cabin.

Deafening impact roars echoed in all directions, and the mere shockwave aftermath easily shattered nearby buildings.

After the meal, Ning Yun prepared to clear the dining table, but Zou Xiaorong stopped her, saying that since she and Cheng Yi had cooked dinner, the chore of washing dishes and cleaning up belonged to her and Chengkong.

However, after witnessing the giant-form barbarian transformation led by the High Priest, their attitude changed completely.

Zhan Xiao had no idea what Ye Zhixing was thinking at the moment. Had he known, he probably would have vomited blood from sheer anger.

The four of them sat aimlessly until afternoon, when suddenly a chorus of bustling voices filled the air everywhere, as if some joyous celebration were taking place.

Previously, Yan Cheng's final move, World-Burning Feather, had completely exhausted the Tianqu power within his body. The earth-yellow seal also spun sluggishly with a dim glow, out of which wisps of Tianqu power as fine as silken threads trickled.

"Dong!" A melodious bell chime resounded beside his ear, snapping Yishan back to clarity. Looking again at the old demon, he no longer felt the sense of irresistible dread. Secretly rejoicing that the opponent had not pressed the attack while he was vulnerable, he wasted no time hesitating as the black-and-white disc flew out once more.

Yang Bian, the protagonist, could not accomplish this, let alone this supporting-role second-generation heir. Therefore, the strength he displayed being merely at Silver Tier 1 was entirely excusable.

The police station seemed exceptionally lively today, with numerous media reporters arriving early in the morning. It appeared that the previous crackdown on the Ander factory had sparked massive waves in internet public opinion and caused quite a sensation, prompting these media outlets to dispatch reporters in search of further details.

Having weathered this tense round of competition, the two of them could finally settle down and enjoy the natural scenery.

This could be considered the final day, and it proved to be extremely lively. Visitors arrived in an endless stream; while the building had seemed rather empty on the first day, by the second day it was packed practically to overflowing.

After consuming a cyan medicinal pill gifted by the other person, her body felt as if withered wood meeting spring rain. Spiritual energy, unexperienced for many days, instantly surged into all the acupoints throughout her body, even saturating her energy pathways and elevating her cultivation beyond her previous peaks.