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After speaking, she offered a coy smile, raising her hand to adjust the hairpin in her hair. Her loosely covered neckline revealed a glimpse of alluring scenery, but after fumbling for a long time, she realized Jing Yu had covered her head and couldn't see anything, so she reached out to pull at her quilt.

Liu Bang sensed the danger and teleported over, casting a shield on Pei Qinhu upon landing. However, the damage from CX was too high, and the already low-health Pei Qinhu could not withstand it; in the blink of an eye, he was struck down by the second strike of Guan Yu in his charging state.

The man in the suit glared bitterly at Ji Zi'en. Just as he was about to fire, a bullet struck his chest before he could act, followed by another shot that hit the wrist of the man in the jacket.

Jian Qilai discovered that his consciousness could attach to the Eye of Insight. It was no longer just a means of reconnaissance but a complete conscious avatar, allowing him to perceive everything he could if he were there in person, including sounds, scents, and temperatures.

Although the thin veil over Ling'er's eyes remained intact and tied behind her head, who could prove that Prince Chun had not taken it off?

Ouyang Rui felt even more disappointed. In terms of looks, talent, and family background, he was no match for Wu Di. Now, another handsome man had appeared, and it seemed he had no chance. He thought that, in any case, Feng Qingqing would never fancy him, so he might as well withdraw. Being Feng Qingqing's male best friend wouldn't be so bad.

Seeing the graceful, naked body of Qi Yanxia as she flew toward him, Li Yuanbai felt his heart flutter. Recalling the previous scene, he panicked and desperately tried to hide, but as he turned, he realized that the innocent girl Amakusa Shiro had appeared behind him at some point.

The situation was dire. After being discovered by the members of the Bone Refining Sect, the people from the Ming Palace were trapped like turtles in a jar, with no way to escape.

Qiao Xi searched for video tutorials of Daji’s dance on Douyin, while Hedgehog and Elk watched the live comments, feeling bored.

However, Old Wang’s mission was to guard the entrance and exit of the abyss to prevent these people from the Ming Palace from escaping and to catch any stragglers at any time.

The nation of Dongying was not weak; among the fifteen nations of Huaxia, it ranked at least in the mid-tier, showing that this island nation had its own strengths.

This was the first time he had unleashed two great Divine Oracle Sword Techniques simultaneously. This time, he was truly giving it his all. The moment he fully executed the two techniques, he felt the Xutian Qianyuan Sword in his hand tremble as if it wanted to break free from his control, only to be forcibly suppressed by Wei Jiu.

Hearing Xu Mingdong speak this way, Li Xinghua felt a bit anxious. After all, the Qingyun Company was requesting a partnership with their company this time, and from a certain perspective, there was some logic to it.

They all guessed that once those two sisters went over there, they probably wouldn't be treated well, nor would they be able to eat much.

Now, whether he fought or not, he was inextricably linked to the Sun family. His sparring with Zhang Tianbao and his claims that it had nothing to do with the grievances of the Sun family were merely high-sounding excuses. At the very least, he was fighting for his reputation; whether he won or lost, he remained a Mad Swordsman.

People like them were deeply attached to their homeland and naturally unwilling to leave their native soil.

"Look, aren't his eyes less bloodshot? The drool from his mouth is gone, and the hostility is gradually dissipating. He seems to be playing with Brother Bao and doesn't really want to kill him," the fatty analyzed.

"The Dream World prohibits the circulation of slaves and slave contract scrolls in the market. If you want them, you have to buy them on the black market," Bai Jiu’s tone softened.

The stiff smile on Ye Tianlong’s face gradually faded. To cover up his earlier nervousness, his aura grew even more intense.

The Black Flame Envoy sighed, and just as he prepared to move, a notification sound echoed in his mind. The Black Flame Envoy paused, then couldn't help but summon his panel to view the message sent by Dark Sword.

"Senior Brother Liu, I practice the sword path and have recently encountered some bottlenecks. I hope you can provide some guidance," a young disciple said, seeing how easygoing Liu Chen was, and immediately approached him with a look of hope on his face.

"You beast, how long has it been since you brushed your teeth? Let me put you down." Saying this, Shen Muyu stomped his foot and flew toward Er Mao.

Faced with such an overwhelming infusion of energy, others might have felt their bodies swelling and unable to hold on, but Liu Chen remained unsatisfied and waved his hand again, revealing dozens of magic energy stones.

"Boss, can you not bring up this topic?" Witt said with a bitter face as soon as Shen Muyu mentioned it.

"Once we enter this great mountain, we shouldn't have to worry about the pursuit of the Wind Riders anymore." Lin Ye looked up at the peak, seeing it blend into the blue sky, making it very difficult to distinguish.

"This is all because your subordinate was momentarily careless, giving those disciples from the Giant Tyrant Demon Cave an opportunity. It is my fault," said the red-haired demon cultivator. He felt extremely remorseful, but he knew better than anyone that he would eventually be punished by Hun Shi.

Watching Gu Han’s retreating figure, Dongfang Chen’s expression was firm, and his hands, hanging naturally at his sides, clenched into fists. A spirit of defiance emerged from the depths of his heart.

It wasn't just the young man beside Li Yunming who thought this; most of the others thought the same. Of course, some believed that Lin Han’s injuries were not that serious and that he had already recovered.