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Mu Xiao’s hand suddenly tightened, cutting off her words. Mo Ying was pressed against his chest, where she could faintly hear the beating of his heart.

However, the response she received was far from what she expected. She thought Xiao Feng would roll his eyes at her as usual and then refuse, but to her surprise, this time he rejected her so decisively.

When Qin Zhigang first boarded the train, he noticed that the middle-aged man he had seen in the waiting hall was staying in the compartment to his left, while Zhang Zhihong was in the compartment to his right. Qin Zhigang was certain that the crying he heard was coming from the compartment of that middle-aged man.

From the void, the Third Star appeared as a desolate, earthy-yellow planet, with spiritual energy so thin it was nearly absent. Upon descending to the Third Star, Ye Ping suddenly realized that what he sensed was only the surface of things.

“Let’s see if I am a man or not!” Shen Haochen, already agitated, grew even angrier at her words. He could no longer restrain himself and stepped forward to grab her hand.

With such exquisite beauty, remaining single, focusing on her career, winning awards, being adored by the masses, reaching the pinnacle and becoming the center of attention—isn’t that a sweet prospect?

Yet, Song Qi’s remark about the missions assigned to members of the Divine Machine Battalion always being extremely dangerous was enough to remind everyone of the high threshold for acceptance.

For reasons unknown, when Jiannian Zheng heard Qiange speak these words, her voice was languid, almost lazy.

After all, in this world, Qiange felt she should not trust others at all; she genuinely believed there was no one worth her trust.

It was already irritating to be toyed with, but Ye Ping didn’t stop there—he kept talking, driving Chu Renjie into a fit of exasperated shrieks.

Blue veins stood out on the side of Mianzi Wang’s face from fury, his blood surging. Suddenly, the magical patterns on his body lit up one after another, then abruptly vanished. Within moments, the entire compartment was ablaze with intense heat.

On the screen was footage transmitted from a satellite. Rows of seats beneath the main control center’s massive display erupted in low exclamations.

In another room, a maid was removing all the hair ornaments from Peony’s head and tending to her hair, asking in confusion.

But the man’s voice was also unyielding, his cry so familiar that Zhang Le, after hearing it, felt compelled to turn back and sneak into the dungeon.

“My master is waiting for me outside the City of Slaughter. As long as the Old Ancestor of the Heavenly Sword hasn’t arrived, no one can stop him,” said Lin Xuan. Zhuge Yunyang and Yun Qing exchanged a look, their expressions solemn.

A fire broke out. At first, it was just a single streak of flame across the grass, but as the saying goes, a spark can ignite a prairie. Soon, a gale rose from the seaside, rapidly spreading the fire until the flames raged fiercely, devouring everything.

A servant stood by, witnessing the Consort’s distress and hurried forward to offer comfort.

“The Dragon Ranking has changed. His Highness has been removed,” the old man reported, kneeling and trembling.

Cai Kun laughed as he approached Wang Shixian, though his gaze lingered predominantly on Su Weiyang, whose beauty left him utterly stunned.

“Then go and keep an eye on his cultivation,” Li Zhihui sighed softly, realizing she had made a grave mistake back then.

“Oh, you little brat! Is that any way to speak?” Kim Taeyeon rapped her lightly on the head.

Moreover, Qin Fengyi was known for her ruthless methods. In truth, it was mainly because General Feng had described the Elephant Army as so formidable that Qin Fengyi worried the bed crossbows would not severely wound the elephant soldiers. She even had Doctor Zhang prepare poisonous powders just in case.

The young nobleman, dressed in finery, rode his horse with a hint of awkwardness, nervously tugging at his robe as he moved forward. A light sheen of sweat appeared on his fair cheeks, tinging them with a soft blush.

Qin Fengyi wanted to recruit more people. After all, even the teachers at the state academy were insufficient, so the county school was even more in need of dedicated contributors.

The saying “the higher one’s skill, the more one relies on the center” has been around since ancient times. However, it wasn’t until the 1970s, when Japanese Go master Masaki Takemiya pioneered the “Cosmic Style,” that this emphasis on large central influence truly shone.

“Sorry to bother you, Principal!” Anran suddenly bowed. “I have something to do, so I’ll be off!” Then she opened the door to the principal’s office and hurried out.

“It’s nothing, just a bit of weakness. A few days of rest and I’ll be fine.” Evergreen had lost his earlier nervousness and was now at ease.

“Do you remember which number the master used to call you? Could he have changed his number?” Sun Suhe prompted.

His thoughts were the same as the others: with the veteran superstar JTE Lee present, they would not push him, the popular idol, to the forefront.

“I’ll be back! Don’t you dare run away, alright?!” No, that answer would probably just make her angrier. Better to agree first.

With a thud, a towering giant—over two meters tall—landed heavily between the two who had just dodged aside. His massive frame was wrapped in a white coat.

He Che thought he had found a suitable solution, but Nangong Jingchen, hiding inside the room, was far less composed.

“Did you come running out of the forest? You have no idea how to behave in the human world,” Xia Yan said with a soft laugh.

“Tsk, you’re lying again, and so outrageously. When you were in Hong Kong, you were tangled up with someone in bed—why didn’t you say that then? Now you say you’re holding back because of me?” Wang Qian said, giving Feihu a coquettish wink.

Out of the corner of his eye, the Desert Fox saw Matos’s trident tremble violently in the empty void, then a surge of mighty force came crashing down upon his position.