Volume 1, Chapter 40: What Kind of Intentions Does Your Dear Sister Harbor!

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Just outside the county seat of Gao’an in Hedong, there lies a strategic high ground known as Shigu Ridge. To capture the city of Gao’an, one must first control Shigu Ridge.

Only a few days ago, Xu Jiaxin swore brotherhood with Lu Bin. Had it not been for his assistance, she likely would have perished under the blades of those soldiers. Consequently, Xu Jiaxin now obeys Lu Bin’s every word.

Cao Gang, never one to let an advantage slip, decided to strike while the iron was hot. Following this thought, he leaped into the air and swung down fiercely at Zhao Youfu, who lay helpless on the ground.

At a nearby bed, Ye Xuan stood up and saw several doctors standing there, looking dazed.

Previously, Yin Zhaotian had insisted he could sense that Lin Junyu was not dead, and his intuition had proven correct. It seemed that yet another secret technique from the Heaven and Earth Canon had been unearthed.

Cheng Lin’er stroked Chen Jun’s face with doting affection, leaned down, and kissed him lightly on the lips. She then stood up and said, "There now, everything is as you requested. Can we go to sleep now?"

At this moment, Zhen Rui could no longer be bothered to argue with Fang Fang. Since Fang Fang was the eldest and had the most life experience, Zhen Rui looked to her to see if she had any solutions.

The so-called Supernatural Research Institute, or SRI, was an agency dedicated to studying paranormal human phenomena that transcended science. Even Song Xiaotian’s superpowers fell under their scope of study.

After Yuan Fangtian called his family, they ordered him to personally deliver the Six-Yao Formation back to the ancestral home.

Su Meng was remarkably talented, especially in her area of expertise—design. She rarely made mistakes.

The original owner of the body had gone to such great lengths to orchestrate this entire affair simply to ensure that Chen Zi’ang would not know when she finally departed.

Even someone as biased as Song Keke had to admit that Zhang Ruonan’s tongue was a deadly weapon; she rarely spoke, but when she did, she could make a person want to hang themselves.

Just moments ago, she had been staring at the starry sky, wondering if Ling Shaofeng was also unable to sleep because he missed her.

At that moment, she failed to notice that in the private room next door, Jing Sichen was gripping his wine cup so tightly his knuckles turned white.

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Ye Wushuang felt as though her entire body were being consumed by flames. The pain caused her facial features to contort; one hand grasped the bedding beneath her unconsciously, while the other clutched the arm of the person beside her.

Song Keke waited a while longer, only to find with some regret that it was truly over. After daydreaming for a moment, she picked up the sleeping kitten and turned gracefully to head back inside.

The Gan family’s observation tower was the tallest building in the entire city; as soon as she looked up, she saw the familiar deck.

Gu Yi watched in horror as the telephone-shaped ornament rang "ding-ding-ding" once more. At the same time, the footsteps outside the door ceased; "Sun Yi" seemed to be standing just on the other side.

But once he entered, the sensation was different from before. While it had been comfortable in the past, it had never felt this electrifying.

"How old is this man?" Nanfeng gazed up at the young Daoist on the wooden platform to the north. Achieving the rank of Guardian Daoist at such a tender age—he was truly a prodigy.

"What do you think, Miss Jiang?" Su Huai asked. Ever since the four men led by Li Meng appeared, Su Huai had sensed demonic energy radiating from them. His question was merely a ruse to elicit more information, and most importantly, to let Jiang Xiyue know that these four were agents of the Demon God Palace.

Neither of them appeared overly nervous. After all, most people never get to see ghosts in their lifetime, and it is even rarer for a normal person to encounter those who can see and subdue them. In the minds of most ghosts, they assume no one can see them, let alone control them.

"Then what if you add my Great Dao to the mix?" Mother Jin Ling shouted, unleashing a thousand rays of rosy light and endless auspicious colors.

Just then, someone sneered, "As if those from the Demon God Palace would be willing to feed us their poison."

Meanwhile, Lin Yong was neither in the cycle of reincarnation nor able to wake up; he was left at their mercy.

I found myself in a luxuriously decorated room, roughly forty square meters in size. It was fully furnished with appliances, including several condoms—some of which had been used and discarded carelessly on the floor.

Dongzi had spent the entire afternoon at an internet café investigating this "Second Brother Su." It was no wonder that old Fang had demanded such a high price. Rumor had it that this Second Brother Su had several ruthless underground fighters under his command, the kind who could take on a hundred men in a street brawl.

"The Tianmo Sword is truly worthy of being an ancient divine artifact. Its power is immense, and its sword intent is peerless. Even with my innate advantages, I can no longer gain the upper hand." After a long silence, Ye Mingtian finally laughed softly, his expression one of resignation.

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With a surge of origin energy, Uncle Kang’s body was torn apart. Within a few breaths, his hands, feet, and even his clothing were pulverized by the energy, reduced to a mass of shredded flesh and bone.

Though the look vanished in an instant, it was genuine and filled with killing intent. Rong Yu was certain that Ying Fei had truly intended to kill him. His eyes flickered, and he turned to bark an order.

King Ying Fei knew clearly that for this strategy to succeed, the envoy had to be a sharp and capable individual; an ordinary man would not be able to shoulder such a heavy burden.

Thinking of the current situation, Guo Tu could not help but grow anxious. He immediately turned his head toward Qu Yi to see if he was making any moves or preparing to strike.

Just as Ling Luoshi was preparing to formulate a strategy, two more messages reached his ears.

Journalists were indeed difficult to deal with, but extracting information from a grown man who had seen everything was no easy task.

The cry of "General" pulled him back to reality. Looking at the soldiers wrapped in yellow turbans beside him, Xu Huang felt nothing but helplessness and sorrow. Driven by his burning passion and the debt of gratitude he owed Yang Feng, he had embarked on this path of rebellion. Yet, it now appeared that this path was a dead end.

Combat experience was a valuable asset, especially for a mage like Lilith, who had spent so long in a laboratory that she possessed power without the skill to use it. Its value was comparable to purple-tier gear, let alone the combat experience of an Elven mage.

Chen Feng could see that Xiong Ba’s physique was tall and imposing, but since he was sitting on the ground, he was naturally shorter than him. Yet, upon his first encounter, Chen Feng felt as though he needed to look up to him indefinitely.

"My King! Of the 720,000 soldiers sent by the nine lords, over 150,000 are over the age of forty-five, and more than 80,000 are under twenty. The rest are within the standard age of service."

"I’m sorry, but there are some things you don’t know, things I haven’t told you. To me, you are far, far more important than you realize." Chopin looked at Lapo and spoke slowly.