Chapter 104: The Maiden

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“Nu Aman, Nu Jinniang, we pay respects to the young lady!”
Two girls, barely in their teens, knelt respectfully and bowed.
Wang Heng did not look at them but fixed her gaze on Lou Yu. “Brother, I’m not short of attendants.”
If they were bodyguards, these two looked far too childlike and slender, hardly the robust type.
Wang Heng found Lou Yu’s decision puzzling.
“Aman, you came—”
The elixir for revival had long since been administered, yet Wang Yi remained oblivious, completely lost to himself.
“Tiger Gate Tian, I told you, you’re overly sentimental!” Yun Wan’s face darkened, her tone blunt and unkind.
At this point, if one put aside who won or lost, both films had already enjoyed brilliant publicity campaigns and earned a fortune—it was predictable.
Such arrogance—Huaxia City forbids killing within its walls, yet this man dares to boast of murder, clearly confident.
Return to the capital? Impossible. That cold family, those frigid faces—she never wanted to go back in this life.

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Though his voice was low, everyone in the hall heard it, their expressions instantly vivid.
After touring the Dolby Theatre, they arrived at the China Theatre, a venue with Eastern artistic flair that had hosted multiple Oscar ceremonies and was the favored location for many Hollywood premieres.
With the formation of the United Task Force, they shared resources and watched over one another. Some great recluses emerged from obscurity to join the ranks.
Because the five sisters in the harem were now nominal only, even an audience with the Celestial Emperor was nearly impossible, let alone mention it.
Countless swords clashed, producing shrill sounds; sparks glittered among shattered fragments like fireworks.
She knelt beside the bed, bowing her head, tracing a perfect curve that stirred warmth in Zhang Donghai’s heart.
Ye Luan’s shop needed some arrangements with Master Zeng, so Madam Ye tidied up and headed to the Zeng residence.
At this moment, Chiyou slipped away unnoticed through the mist, quietly returning to the cave—Purple Mist Grotto.
Gong Gong was speechless when questioned by his son, who clearly knew the truth these days; he sat down seething with anger.
Their martial strength was immature, unlike the Prince’s Mansion, which had a transcendent cultivator like Huo Lianyun. The Ye family’s elder was at best a peak Nascent Soul, formidable but insufficient in certain realms.
Recently, Yanhuang reconciled and united, and the Huaxia tribe gained two sages and a treasure for subduing monsters.

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“By the way, does your Huang family have any men looking to develop outside? To the United States.” Zhang Donghai said with a smile.
Despicable or not, Meng Fan was helpless. A cat demon was no simple mutt; he couldn’t so easily trust her. After all, beasts of magic were born with inherent ferocity. To prevent the cat demon’s cultivation from becoming a calamity, he had to force her to swear a blood oath.
The main design was by Japanese experts, with a few American specialists, assisted by many Chinese engineers.
A man beside him spoke casually; though the purple-striped scorpion was a late-stage postnatal, their group of ten was no pushover.
“Fine, we’ll see who laughs last.” Bearded DuPont gave Miletian a cold glance, then turned and left.
History inevitably shifted after Yang Hao’s appearance, with differences in some major events.
Yi Le was surprised—he had never heard of this amusement park, but trusted his father wouldn’t deceive him.
The great success of a close friend brought Ye Bai immense joy, yet Ye Kong below was conflicted, as soft legs on either side of his neck tightened—the warmth and softness, accompanied by a richer, more refined fragrance.