124. Past-Life Arc, Part Two (Liang Yun)

Fortunately, with the assistance of his father, Bu Jingyun showed some restraint and did not become the kind of demon god who only knew slaughter.

Nevertheless, their performances in the match were quite remarkable. Although Montolivo appeared somewhat inexperienced, he already displayed the demeanor of an orchestrating midfielder.

“Dragon seeking and point acupoint? I’ve heard of it—three years to seek the dragon, ten years to point the acupoint. It’s truly a profound craft!” Lu Honggang exclaimed in admiration.

But now, or after the season ends, if any team wants to acquire Di Natale, it would be impossible for less than twenty million to take him away. In fact, if Li Yi remained with Cagliari, he would keep Di Natale on the team indefinitely.

The score remained unchanged until the end of the game. Although West Ham showed some resurgence in the second half, it did not alter their disadvantage on the field. Leeds United still held an absolute advantage.

In response, Ancelotti did not offer any excuses. Honestly, ever since he tasted Chinese cuisine, he had always wanted to visit China, but unfortunately, he hadn't had the time over the past few years.

My panic was partly due to an instinctive fear of the morgue; after all, most people find such places eerie.

Because, although a part of Zhao Shiwan’s original soul had been separated and was no longer in her main body, no matter what, there remained an inseparable connection to Zhao Shiwan.

Seeing Jiang Wei like this, it was clear she hadn’t just finished class. But coming to school with heavy makeup was unlike her style, leaving Lian Xin somewhat perplexed.

“Do you hope to consult me on history during your spare time?” Phyllis asked, looking at these two students she liked very much.

Zhao Muan seemed somewhat annoyed, his brows tightly furrowed. He pointed toward the large sign shining in the night and grabbed her arm, attempting to pull her toward the car.

“Sea of Mists, the homeland of the Demon Soul Tribe!” Han Long said without hesitation this time, revealing no mystery.

In any case, he fled with Li Jiuzhen, both continuously wounded, blood splattering everywhere.

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It is immoral to make a hungry person wait while smelling the aroma. Lin Chujou felt no psychological burden while eating.

After a short while, the room’s door was opened from within. Ren Yuanyuan stretched her arms and loosened her stiff waist before descending the steps.

Perhaps Zizhu herself disliked the heavy, low-quality makeup scent of the brothel; the private room was filled with a refreshing incense, finally relieving Fusheng’s tormented nose.

I hardly spoke the entire way. Lin Cheng drove very attentively. Taking advantage of a moment when I was playing with my hair, I quietly glanced at his profile: sharp features, slightly protruding brow bone, eyes like stars beneath furrowed brows.

Once, I exchanged a glance with Big Mouth. It was obvious he was also uneasy. I thought to myself, could my brothers have misunderstood the deputy director?

“A wise man knows when to adapt. Marquis Glory claims to be the wisest man under heaven. Surely he’s not so foolish as to miss this simple truth?” The tea boiled, and various seasonings were added to the steaming broth.

Yun put away the Gemini Twin Mirror, feeling a trace of fear. After all, he still could not determine just how powerful the “Primordial” was.

“How is this possible? A mere illusionary sword could sever my Sacred Sword?” Compared to his wounds, Michael was clearly more concerned about this matter.

“Miss Ming, regarding the cooperation, I will inform the steward of the Jiuyang Shrine!” Qin Yun said.

“Do you believe that if I told Shiyi that you and I slept together, he would believe it?” Song Tianyao said to Jiang Yong’en.

Zhou Cheng’s expression shifted slightly. He hadn’t expected that in just over a month of absence, Wuming had grown so terrifying.

Xiao Yincheng frowned and stepped back. He held the ultimate respect for the strongest move of the Kunlun Sword Palace’s Void Profound Purifying Sword Technique.

Li Zongze made four attempts throughout the match, losing to Bai Su, Xie Lingyun, and Qiu Jin, but winning only once against Lu Zeng’s grandson, Lu Qingkong, scoring two points that became his last shred of dignity.

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Beside him, Jin Zhongcheng watched Bai Qingyi with predatory eyes. If Bai Qingyi’s acupuncture was incorrect, he would immediately intervene—otherwise, the embarrassment would not be his.

After refining the first herb, Xiao Ran continued to add several other herbs for slow concoction.

He approached and lowered his voice, relaying the messages from the Mo family disciples word by word to Su Qin. Su Tingting said that Shang Yang and Mr. Zhao were both safe, and the tightly knit brows relaxed with a deep breath.

“Senior Feng, are we just leaving like this?” The young man spoke seriously, his injuries mostly healed but the anger on his face unchanged.

Xiao Fan was surprised. Coldblade had been in charge of intelligence for many years without direct contact; this time, they had sent someone to deliver a secret letter.

The Black Dragon is indeed the Black Dragon. Even the Tai Xu Ancient Dragon and others schemed for three months but failed to kill Qin Ming, who ended up swallowing it.

A sharp sound cleaved the sky. Beautiful Ji shivered and scrambled under a tree.

Huo Minghao was always gentle with her. No matter how spoiled or willful she was, he remained a good man—that was why she agreed to his pursuit.

Ye Feng carried a dozen powerful Thunder Orbs and the preliminarily crafted Fangcun materials, feeling exceptionally joyful.

Han Rui returned to the palace and detailed Su Qin’s situation and that of his father, Han Weihou, with great clarity. His tone also bolstered Su Qin’s confidence, yet after hearing it, Marquis Han Zhao remained silent without a word.