Sweet words can deceive people.

Jiang Nian held her breath. It was usually her who initiated things, and it was quite rare for him to take the lead.

She looked up at Pei Jiuru, chuckled, and raised her hand to rest it in the crook of his arm.

His focused gaze was exceptionally bright, and she liked it.

"Don't move," Pei Jiuru said, lowering Jiang Nian's hand.

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A chill swept over her shoulders, and only then did Jiang Nian realize that his gaze had been far too focused!

Following the direction of his gaze, Jiang Nian turned her head to look at Xiuer, who was throwing snowballs with Zixiao, never giving up on the idea of dragging Qin Qing into a snowball fight. Taking advantage of the moment when Qin Qing was not paying attention, Xiuer would toss a snowball as a provocation, but Qin Qing always dodged it alertly and made it firmly clear that she would never enter the battlefield. After her provocations yielded no results, Xiuer cried out in disappointment and boredom, and dejectedly dragged Zixiao back to their room to sleep.

Now that they had encountered this, how could they possibly miss it? There was bound to be a fierce battle ahead! Didn't you see how many people at the scene looked like they were fighting for their lives?

"Greetings, Vice Dean Jarson, greetings, Lord Xiulan..." Lin Wei bowed and saluted the two of them respectively.

Opposite Jarson, at the other narrow end of the table, sat a fair-skinned, sunny young man—Xiulan, one of the veterans of the Six-Light Lair.

Wuyue utilized the recoil from the previous force to spin her body, narrowly dodging the Kusanagi blade that was about to hack down upon her.

Lin Wei closed his eyes, and mural after mural played back in his mind like a slide show, comparing and contrasting.

After all, being able to become the world's number one pirate force was certainly no simple matter, and with the backing of the Blood Falcon legion, which mastered alien black technology, they were even more formidable.

Manager Ling was no exception, possessing a pure love for calligraphy and painting. Had it not been for his strict professional ethics, he would have loved to keep them in his hands to appreciate for a couple of days before sending them over.

Felinsoya seemed to have regained a bit of color in her complexion, but the look of lingering panic still remained on her face.

He looked at the corpse on the ground and slowly unbuttoned his sleeve, gazing at the spot where he had been struck by a bullet earlier that day.

Therefore, if someone discovered the entrance to the underground palace before them, perhaps by sacrificing a portion of people, they could still manage to find the Phoenix Stone.

"If that's the case... then what on earth is the reason?" An Chuhuai furrowed his brow tightly, a myriad of chaotic thoughts swirling in his mind.

"Flame, do you dare to fight?" Shi Qi's dark, gloomy eyes gleamed with a sharp glint, staring straight at Flame like a hunter eyeing its prey, stubbornly refusing to give up even in death.

"Alright." Wang Guan had no objections and immediately turned his direction toward the manor. However, the moment he turned, his gaze paused as he suddenly spotted a familiar figure.

Therefore, once the lumberjack began his attack, he had few reservations, keeping his eyes locked firmly on the fat man, waiting only to get close and hack the fat man to death with his axe blow by blow.

The Snow Wolf faction subsequently collapsed; the two Round Table Grand Dukes, numerous barons within the system, and implicated members of Parliament were thrown into prison, where they would face irrefutable charges and trials for their crimes.

Clearly, this key was not taken by this man; otherwise, he wouldn't be so bored as to come and play such a game with her.

The suddenly appearing mecha was just like the nightmare brought to him by Redil that Xiqiaer had been continuously encountering these past few days. Originally, he thought all of this would end today, but until the very last moment, he realized that he had been trapped in the nightmare all along and had never truly awakened.

Just as the count reached two, a slightly aged voice resounded through the village, and Chen Yi and his companion walked out out of curiosity.

Lianfeng nodded and retreated. She pinched her purse, which was filled with two-tael silver ingots—over thirty taels in total—which Peng Mo intended to use as tips.

Having finally managed to squeeze out from the crowd with his food tray, Wang Xuanlong sat down heavily, leaned back in his chair, and silently let out a sigh.

"Brother Cui Feng, please stay your steps!!" Meng Yuan shouted loudly, leaped into the air, and landed right where he was. Meanwhile, the odd ape he rode bounded nimbly forward, blocking Cui Feng's path.