Volume 1, Chapter 70: The Teacher is Gone

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Talk about the emperor not being anxious while the eunuch is anxious to death. When she came to the Xiao Corporation, the hosts were considerate and didn't say anything, yet Han Mufan was merely an employee working for the Xiao Corporation. Was there any need to speak to someone in such an overbearing manner?

Instantly, everyone's attention shifted over. Fang Mian's face turned beet red in an instant, and she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Fang Mian and Bi'an looked along the direction, and sure enough, they saw something glowing faintly on the sea surface. When they looked closer, the bright light suddenly vanished.

In response to the reporters' inquiries, Mo Zhicheng wore a polite, shallow smile before the camera: "The gaming industry is merely one of the entertainment projects; there is no need to be secretive about it."

That's right, there was definitely something wrong with that jewelry box. I thought to myself that when the opportunity arose, I must ask about that jewelry box.

The morning light descended as if baptizing that pure body, resembling a newly bloomed clear lotus that made one unable to bear the thought of desecration.

Did I finally get a line of poetry right? Yet I still couldn't figure out what connection this poem had with the scene of reuniting with an old friend before my eyes.

Therefore, under the surge of his emotions, especially recalling that night of their escape, he remembered the courage and resolution Xiao Jinxuan displayed before falling from the carriage.

Xin Qing paused the action of wiping Wen Jinchen's hand, turned her head to look at him, though, of course, the latter still kept his eyes closed with no sign of waking up.

"Let's go, why are there so many nonsense words?" Gu Nanbei muttered, wrapping his arm around Xin Qing's shoulder and walking inside.

"Pengju, would you like to rest for a while?" Lin Qian asked from the side, looking at Yue Fei's pale complexion.

Thinking of this, Lu Yuzhen's mood grew even more pleasant. His deep, clear-cut eyes fell upon Xie Zheng with a discernible smile.

Dark Warrior: Capable of perfectly concealing one's form within the darkness without being discovered, with speed increased by 10%.

Hanyang was dead, just like that. The surrounding people watched all of this in silence, and until his death, no one made a move.

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Consort Xian wore a sickly expression herself, yet she dared not delay, hurrying anxiously toward the Emperor's bedchamber.

Yu Han's hand had just touched the mobile hospital bed when he saw Yan Xiao, lying on the bed, slowly open her eyes.

Xie Mujin dared to tell me precisely because she knew I wouldn't participate, wouldn't talk too much, wouldn't meddle, and would only take in without leaking a word.

As for the human scroll of the Taiping Essential Arts, it was just the opposite; holding it meant it could be used, except that he did not meet the requirements.

Glancing at Ling Wuxi, who was curled up with her back turned to him, Jun Jingyu sat up from the bed.

In other words, Xi Zichiu's brainwaves only entered Jian Wen's body last night, right?

Seeing Chu Xuan resolve that massive swarm of bugs with such ease, Raymond and the other three no longer worried about Chu Xuan's safety. If they themselves were considered the aces among aces, then Chu Xuan was an even more formidable entity beyond comparison. This kind of overwhelming strength was simply not something they were qualified to worry about.

To be honest, Murong Chen actually had no intention of imparting Sword Twenty-Three to either Long'er or Bu Jingyun. Of course, Murong Chen also had no intention of stopping the two of them from comprehending Sword Twenty-Three on their own. However, the Main God had actually issued a direct mission this time, demanding that Murong Chen teach it to them, which left Murong Chen somewhat puzzled.

Therefore, when he was at the Water Cloud Palace, he seemingly accompanied Han Sui every day and accommodated her every whim, yet he hadn't even saved her phone number nor ever asked for it, which showed just how much she truly mattered in his heart.

The net worth of the two Nandu industrialists sitting here went without saying; they were both wealthy residents. As for the others, they were representatives of Alliance member states. Although they were merely representatives and might not hold real power, they certainly weren't poor either.

Ye Qianchong took a slight breath, put down her water cup, took the list from Lin Jie's hand, and began reading it while sitting on the sofa.

"Are you ready to meet your death?" The Sword Saint harbored not a shred of doubt regarding his own victory. In truth, if the Sword Saint unleashed Sword Twenty-Three, Xiongba indeed would have had no room to fight back.

Originally, she had trusted in his innocence or believed he had no other choice, but now it seemed far more complicated.

"Phew, fine, a normal-sounding name? Then let's call him Murong Fang—square, upright, and disciplined. I hope you won't stray onto a crooked path." Murong Chen shook his head, smiling as he spoke to his replicated self.

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Chi Zao's face was already burning like the surface of the sun. She didn't want to speak and felt that Wei Xiao currently gave off a vibe of "having gained an advantage yet still acting innocent."

Shen Xiyan happily ate and watched a movie with Shao Yanxi. She felt that her current life was very good, and her heart was full and warm.

Gao Yuheng's smug expression instantly froze, followed by countless cracks slowly appearing, before shattering apart with a snap.

Hearing these words, Emperor Yan Xiao Fen merely sighed, and the entire room fell into an instant silence, as if even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had frozen at that moment.

Li Wei was still thinking that if Li Luodi dared to utter another word, he guaranteed the curved saber in his hand would definitely land on the latter's neck, sending blood spraying everywhere.

His son was currently at the stage of being active and full of curiosity, wanting to touch everything and ask about everything.

Fortunately, soundproofing barriers were set up within this room, so their conversation wouldn't be overheard by those few people.

With no way of knowing for now, he could only let it go and wait until his influence accumulated to a sufficient level later on.

After offering blessings to the newlyweds, Li Hao kept a very low profile, minimizing his presence as much as possible.

A middle-aged man who had traveled alongside him for a stretch of time once gave him an umbrella to shield him from the wind and rain.

"Chief Libation Mu, thank you both this time. Your great kindness and virtue, the Jin'ou Battle Team will never forget." Lin Ning dragged his severely injured body and bowed deeply to Mu Sen.

"I said, isn't it good to be alive?" Long Hao's calm words echoed beside his ear. Blood bloomed from the gecko's shoulder before he could even raise his pincers; that black longsword, which had entered his field of vision, had somehow appeared on his shoulder, despite clearly having moved very slowly just a moment ago.

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