Volume 1, Chapter 32: Hooked on Hugging?
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Yet at this moment, the intense clash between Yun Xiao and Long Qianqiong was enough to shatter the plaza. Such power was comparable to that of a peak-stage cultivator in the Danxuan Realm; after all, only someone of that caliber could cause such destruction to the square.
Qi Yu said nothing. He stood up, knowing it was time to leave. If he delayed any longer, it might be too late to save anyone. He left Qiao Ye, Qiao Xue, and Chan’er behind.
The driver was overjoyed. If he had left earlier, he would have had to drive home in the dark, and at this rate, he might not even make it out of the city. Being granted two days off by his employer truly made him exceptionally happy.
Precisely because it was too peaceful, it felt unnatural. Since arriving here, he had been treated like an honored guest at a gala, showered with the finest hospitality, exquisite wine, and gourmet food—yet not in the manner one would treat a guest of true distinction.
Hearing Qin Junxi’s loud shouting, everyone inside the café frowned.
“That wonton seller has a legitimate day job and a decent income,” Lu Shuangyang remarked.
“Do you think I only obtained this sword because of sheer luck?” Yu Mengqing seemed to see through his thoughts. Her eyes were still somewhat dim as she stared straight at him.
At this moment, Qin Junxi discovered that his meridians had, unknowingly, become significantly broader.
After surveying the surroundings, Jiang Yao noticed a new bid appearing from one of the private boxes above.
A faint fragrance of flowers drifted on the breeze, and several pink petals floated through the air. I reached out and caught one instinctively, feeling a touch of wonder. How could there be flowers here?
As for why he suspects me, I assume it is because last autumn, I happened to help a family in the alleyways of the South Market, and that family turned out to be the aggrieved party.
“Oh, Harry, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Tom Riddle,” Mrs. Weasley said with a smile.
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The Chef-Teacher has traveled so far on his creative journey, yet he still manages his body with unremitting discipline.
Watching Tong Yao’s receding figure, Lin Chu’s gaze deepened. Memory and reality began to intertwine. The heartbeat he had missed at their first glance was only now being reclaimed by his racing, youthful heart.
“Following your logic, does that mean we should stop suppressing evil forces?” Bai Jinu retorted, unimpressed.
Jiang Chang’an had no time for further astonishment. To avoid danger, he leapt away, moving like an arrow of light, swift as a lightning bolt.
Dou Wei, who was driving and secretly indulging in his masculine sentiments, suddenly received a call from an unknown number.
“Let’s go,” Harry said after he had seen enough. The two continued toward the church. As he crossed the street, he looked back and saw the statue had turned back into a war memorial.
For a time, he even searched the internet for why one might dream of snakes. The explanations he found were bizarre, leaving him with nothing but a bitter smile.
The storage rings currently in circulation are all remnants left behind by those past masters; even the cultivation families do not possess them.
Lian Shaokang likely only suspects her now and may not have any evidence to prove she did it. Otherwise, he could have easily called the police instead of bringing men to break down the door himself.
Lü Lie knelt on the ground, his ten fingers digging deeply into his own face. Every nerve in his body was trembling.
Zhao Xiaozi had no time to explain further; she told him to turn off the music before rushing into the monitoring room.
Dr. Dong watched him point toward the sky to finish his final words, then slumped over, motionless.
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“What are you thinking? This vehicle is spacious and comfortable to stay in. This is a journey of thousands of miles; if we sat in your car, our bones would be rattled to pieces before we even reached our destination,” Kuang Qie argued.
By reviewing the surveillance footage along the route, it was clear that the perpetrators changed their license plates every few miles. All the plates were likely forged, making it impossible to track Song Tong through them.
Kuang Qie walked inside to find Jiu Niang pouting with fury, while Murong Yanran was examining the two severed heads like a government coroner.
Li Yuan’s grave was located on a secluded planet on the second spiral arm. Here, no shooting stars would ever pass by, and no one would ever come to disturb his slumber.
Tu An’s wounds were severe; his shoulder had been cleaved by a long sword, nearly reaching his heart, and his handsome face was drenched in blood.
Qin Yan cast his gaze over, a flicker of hope remaining in his eyes, as the opponent was someone who could seize a celestial sword from the Heavenly Yama Disk unscathed.
If villains wanted to harm her, they would first have to be able to defeat her. In terms of raw strength, she was even more formidable than Jiang Rui, who had served in the military for years.
Blood sprayed instantly. The most lethal element was not the wound itself, but the corpse poison clinging to it; the moment she was bitten, the toxin took effect immediately.
If the energy expended in a hunt exceeds the energy gained from the prey, the hunt is a loss.
Upon arriving at the designated location, they realized Zhao Tao had booked the entire first floor of the restaurant, complete with a ten-story-tall cake in the center.
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