Fifty-one thousand fifty-one

Indeed, the summoned beasts called forth by Xiao Wei would not persist for long; after a while, they would return to their original realm. As the summoner’s strength grew greater, the summoned creatures could stay longer.

Chen Fei had no time to dawdle with them. So many people were blocking the way, and he didn’t even know if Sister Ping was alright. Even if she was fine, she must have been frightened.

I leapt forward, and she suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. Just as I was about to seize the object that belonged to the universe, she smiled brightly and raised the Primordial Spirit Orb. At that instant, the orb spilled forth a sinister purple-black energy that seemed alive, crawling toward me.

Duan Yan was indeed skillful. The colorful fish he processed emitted an irresistible fragrance, making one yearn to taste them to satisfy the craving.

Originally, he wasn’t supposed to be on duty tonight, but he unexpectedly received two golden leaves. He hurriedly asked the boss for leave and took the money home to treat his sick sister.

On the other hand, Qin Jian, now with an additional input source, was completely engulfed in a frenzy.

Everyone turned around and pondered; indeed, as Ren Yao said, what was the true purpose of the “Back Mountain Hunting” competition?

Yunika shuddered violently, as if frozen by a spell, losing all ability to move. Purple electric currents surged beneath her skin, her expression twisted in agony.

The three concealed themselves atop a towering hundred-zhang tree, watching the fierce battle below. Old Nine’s eyes sparkled with excitement. It seemed the fighters below had run out of bullets and had discarded their cold weapons to engage in close combat, which Old Nine favored most.

The strange beasts—creatures existing alongside the psychics on the continent of supernatural abilities—held almost equal status. Would hunting these beasts provoke a war between the two sides?

“My mommy wanted to express her thanks to you,” Ye Ning said, then watched as He Jinnian solemnly accepted the phone.

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May 20th was their day off, and early in the morning, everyone gathered at the dock to see him off.

At dawn, dew still rolled on the leaves, and Gu He had already risen as usual. Seeing her husband absent, she knew Lin Yaozu had gone to the orchard. He had tended fruit trees all his life and, even in old age, couldn’t let go—often wandering through the orchard.

She found herself lost in thought, resting her chin in her hand, until a tight pain gripped her chest fiercely, as if being squeezed, causing her to suddenly straighten. Her large bright eyes glistened with moisture.

“Damn it, just got back from hell, and now another crisis? Can’t a person catch a break?” The madman Mao cursed as he ran.

“Don’t touch it.” A cold voice rose behind her, and a pair of large hands took the white brocade box from her.

“Save it for me to handle personally,” the seated man said fiercely, his eyes burning with brutality and bloodthirstiness. If these were members of the Huo family, he intended to make their deaths even more miserable.

Fuyuan lay on the distant outskirts of Fenqian, the capital of Jiangyan Kingdom. At first glance, it was a peaceful, fairy-tale-like snowfield, but beneath the thick snow lay uneven pits and mysterious caves. The unseen depths made it all the more terrifying.

The young master Yi Hao’s heavy palm struck Linlang’s face, instantly leaving five finger marks on her delicate features.

“Nothing,” Qu You shook her head, smiling mysteriously. She was sure there were twins in her womb—otherwise, how could it be so large? Thinking this, she looked up at Feng Ling.

After walking for some time, Le Qi felt tired. Seeing it was still early, she casually sat down on the long beams of the corridor.

Just as I took a sip of coffee, I heard Yuan Fang talk nonsense with complete seriousness, almost spitting my drink out. Fortunately, I had enough self-control to swallow it down.

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Not only was he pained as a father, but even the glances from his second and third uncles betrayed a subtle but unmistakable sorrow.

Yu Yang drew number fifteen, meaning his duel was the fifteenth match. The three disciples who drew numbers immediately went to the elder to register, and those with the same numbers fought each other.

While rumors about Wuyou Island spread wildly, the abbot of Shaolin, the head of Wudang, and the leader of Emei—three powerful figures—met once again. They suspected that Wuyou Island was very likely the true stronghold of the Three Sword Sect.

Xiao Qian lifted his head, wanting to argue something, but found he could not utter a word no matter how hard he tried.

She was a wanderer on the Hengtian Continent, drifting without fixed residence in the central region. It was rumored that her demonic cultivation advanced by absorbing spiritual power from cultivators of the same rank.

After deciding, Yu Yang immediately ran toward the Demon City, paid a magic crystal, and entered the city again.

The Demon Sovereign conveyed the Moonlight Immortal Emperor’s intentions to Yu Yang. After some thought, Yu Yang informed Yun Yangzi, who agreed to the alchemy matter.

“Even if we reach Ogtavia, we must earn enough gold coins, or the priests of the temple won’t treat Parker.” Thinking of the haughty servants who fancied themselves gods when they sought help at the White Stone City church today, the heavily armored Cain spoke with a trace of hatred.