Then what about your master?

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“Clang! Clang!” Two crisp metallic chimes rang out as the bells struck against each other. The two golden spheres suspended high in the air suddenly stretched out in response to the sound.

On the second day after the new consort entered the palace, word spread that Shangguan Ce had summoned two consorts in a single day.

But she had harmed others first, so I could not bring myself to pity her. In any case, she would never again have the chance to obstruct my view.

After several years of development, the Youth Training Camp had gradually found its footing. By now, a steady stream of young hunters who met the basic standards graduated from it each quarter and set out on their own paths.

If he walked out like that, everyone would know what he and I had just done. No doubt they would let their imaginations run even wilder.

The Ten Thousand Ghosts faced him as though confronting a great enemy. “Is this the power of the Celestial Shaman?” For a moment, they even abandoned their resistance and allowed themselves to be drawn away by that invisible force. The scroll-shaped magical treasure he had barely managed to summon was tossed aside as well.

Dugu Minghe was furious, but in the end, wariness held him back. He swung his sword once, did not bother to look at the result, sheathed it, and turned to leave.

As soon as the words fell, a series of black demonic flashes that had long since been prepared erupted at once, striking directly at the locations where some of the powerful figures from the City of Floating Dreams were hiding.

“Hmph! Your Zhen Ji is carrying a bastard!” A fifty-year-old woman shouted abuse at Zhen Zun, the Dragon King.

The young man burped. A satisfied flush spread across his face, and he casually tossed the crushed can down from the building.

As for the last one, she was even more outrageous. She had dressed herself up as… the Pirate King! Her right hand had been fashioned to resemble an iron hook.

The previous one had been far too old, but this one was quite easy on the eyes. Ding Kai was even beginning to feel restless. If Jingqiu had not been sitting to his left, with Fu Yan seated across the aisle, he might have been unable to restrain his restless heart. All he could do was make occasional requests for service.

“Eighth Lord, how did you know?” Ye Ziming asked curiously. How had the other man known that he was in Hangzhou attending an auto show? Could he have been there too?

But was becoming an internet celebrity really so easy nowadays? Being an internet celebrity was not merely a matter of livestreaming online. The key lay in becoming famous. New faces appeared on the internet every day, but how many of them could truly make it big?

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Rather than let someone else expose it, it was better to admit it openly himself and leave a good impression.

“This…” Jiang Liran bit her lower lip, seemingly still unconvinced. “Are you sure you didn’t mistake him for someone else?” Their relationship was clearly so terrible—how could they possibly be speaking together?

Under ordinary circumstances, the Soul Master Hall would never dare to make such a public spectacle of itself while offending all four Holy Lands at once. That would be nothing short of courting death.

At that moment, Kirito stopped Klein, who was about to draw his knife, and said to everyone, “I was planning to make this data public after we returned to the city anyway. It’s fine.” With that, Kirito began announcing the boss’s location data.

Yan Chi frowned deeply. The habitual smile had vanished from his handsome face, leaving it rigid and severe. Pressing his lips together, he stared down at the smiling figure in his arms. At last, he loosened his hold and released her.

I had not yet finished speaking when Tang Xi clutched my shoulder with all his strength and demanded coldly, “Mu Tianxue, are you really that eager to sever all ties with me?!” I understood the shattered pain buried in his eyes. I had once suffered that same heartbreak myself.

Still, he reached the edge of the woods. He had no intention of entering, since he still had plenty of food and saw no need to risk going inside.

The anti-radiation missile approached Aircraft Two and became visible to the naked eye. Aircraft Two immediately released signal-jamming flares while executing a series of evasive maneuvers. The missile pursuing it was disrupted and struck the decoy target. An explosion appeared on the display, but since this was only a simulation, the missile carried no actual warhead.

With that, Chen Hu rapidly twisted his wrist. The hemp rope instantly bound the enormous crocodile suspended in midair. Then he gave a sudden pull with both hands.

To match the theme, both presidential cars were dignified, solemn black models. The rear windows had also been covered with black tint. Unlike in China, where people seemed to enjoy tinting their car windows everywhere, abroad such treatment was generally reserved for government officials, celebrities, or members of criminal gangs who did not want others to see what they were doing inside.

Seizing the Hetao region might have been Liu Che’s secret assignment for him, but winning battles after marching an army a thousand miles depended on the general leading the troops, not on the emperor seated in the palace hall.

Both ends of the telephone line fell silent. Time slipped soundlessly through their fingers. Before they knew it, they had spent more than ten minutes neither speaking nor hanging up. Each was waiting for the other to speak first.

In the ancient days, Pangu was burdened with countless affairs; with a single wave of his hand, all the phenomena of the primordial beginning came into being, and so it remains to this day. I ask the azure heavens: can they truly grow old? I ask once more: can the earth truly come to an end? A third question I put to myself: how can one live without sorrow or joy? A fourth: how can the common people live in peace and abundance? A fifth: how can human lifespans ever have no limit? Holding fast to these questions, one may reach the ears of Heaven.

“It’s overcast today.” Jian Mofan kindly reminded her from the side. He knew that Mo Qirou was eavesdropping outside, so he deliberately argued with her.

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Hearing his tone and looking at his car, the other party said nothing. They merely muttered among themselves, evidently wondering what was going on.

“All right. It’s still early. Why don’t we set out now? That way, we’ll have plenty of time to entrust the treasures to the auction house,” Kester said to Jack.

There was no sound, no color. No way to call for help, no chance of salvation. And they would remain trapped in such a world forever.

Hua Chong curled his lips into a smile and glanced at the hand gripping his arm tightly, feeling a warm current spread through him. She still cared about him. That was enough.

After placing the restriction, Luo Xiu could communicate mentally with the blood-colored crocodile monster. He also learned that the vicious beast was called the Blood-Touch Crocodile. Ever since it had gained consciousness, it had lived in this isolated space and knew nothing whatsoever about the outside world.

Most people knew that the missions of the Eight Gates Team were both difficult and dangerous. Still, no one had expected things to reach such an extent. Fear appeared on the faces of many team members as they clenched their teeth. Their heads, which had only just been raised, gradually lowered again, because there was not the slightest hint of jest on Instructor Chen’s face.

Watching Wang Cui depart in a whirlwind, Yu Ting felt both relieved and envious. She was not envious of Wang Cui, but of Zhao Qing, who had ordered the meal. Zhao Qing had ordered five dishes in all, costing more than a thousand yuan altogether. In her twenty-two years of life, she had never met a young man so generous toward her.

“War permits every stratagem.” Qingyou did not hesitate either. They had been enemies from the very beginning, and she had to kill the black-clad man. She was unwilling to lay a hand on him.

Luo Xiu took one step forward and transformed into a bolt of lightning shaped like a dragon, arriving in an instant. The sword in his hand thrust toward Bai Mo’s chest.

Su Ji was utterly baffled. Why was Kong Xuan not fleeing? Even if he had no way to deal with the Hongjun Bell, he could still escape. Why was he remaining here instead of leaving? Could he be buying time and waiting for reinforcements?

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