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The two of them hurried the phone into the kitchen, turned on the faucet, and placed it in the sink. As the phone came into contact with the water, a sizzling sound was emitted, and then the temperature slowly decreased.

Having lost face, Wei Jinyu disregarded all persuasion and insisted on leaving. The supernatural being had no choice but to pack up their things in the gathering dusk and chase after him.

Somehow, word had reached him that his imprisonment was entirely thanks to the doctor who had once conspired with him to murder Liang Yin.

Upon seeing that this mooncake box could be pulled out and transformed into a lantern, Brother Yong instantly gained the confidence that it would sell brilliantly.

Only, thinking of how he had killed that old bachelor, there really was something of a ruthless and vicious demeanor about him as he grew up.

Shen Huaijing said, "My dad originally promised me that as long as I tested into the elite class, he would buy me a helicopter." He had even gone ahead and gotten his driver's—and pilot's—license, but now, naturally, that helicopter had gone down the drain.

The next day, Zhao Xiuyun put on the new clothes Qin Wan had bought for her, and even applied the facial cream Qin Wan had given her.

Qin Wan was instantly struck with awkwardness; how was she supposed to explain to Jiang Yongxia that she wasn't peeping at Jiang Ye taking a bath—she was watching him quite openly and squarely.

Time ticked away second by second. The acupuncture session this time was extremely difficult, and even Xiao Hechuan's forehead was beaded with sweat the size of soybeans.

"What good would joking about this do me?" Li Zhongshuo raised an eyebrow. This news was something he had accidentally overheard last night while passing by the rooms of Ke Yun and Li Zhongxu, though whether it was true or false remained uncertain.

With something as important as Ye Yan in his hands, even if he and Wanwan didn't go looking for him, Ye Yan would definitely come to seek him out.

However, regardless of the strategy adopted, personal strength comes first. To blindly hire external aid without being strong enough oneself is absolute courting of death. This principle was never forgotten by Zhu Youjian.

Chitanda Nariyu couldn't help but wipe away his sweat. Saying that, your idea is even more cruel, right? Not even the Teacher dared to think like that.

Discussing this topic was undoubtedly too heavy. Peter knew that asking any further wouldn't lead to any conclusions, so he changed the subject.

Near the end of the banquet when it was time to leave, Chitanda Nariyu came out of the restroom to wait for Eru, only to unexpectedly run into Yukinoshita Yukino.

Eru was very susceptible to this routine, discussing and teasing with good cheer, ready to unlock any posture and operation.

As the final round of corrections was underway, a knock suddenly sounded at the door... Dressed in a tender, white, and adorable post-bath robe, Tsurumi Rumi appeared at the door.

Having bustled about in the workplace all day, they were now twisting their bodies without a care in the world on the dance floor to release their stress.

Milton had been ambushed just last night and was still somewhat traumatized. The moment he received the signal that the enemy had been encountered, he immediately ordered his men to prepare for battle. Consequently, the members of SEAL Team 171 immediately seized advantageous terrain and readied themselves for combat.

Li Qiang kept calling him "Brother Hua," leaving the soldier completely at a loss, wishing he could tell him the history of his ancestors going back three generations. He answered whatever was asked, giving ten replies for every single question. Gradually, Li Qiang learned some basic information.

The fortress-style laser cannons played a huge role. Once the monsters were hit, they would flee far away and could only launch another attack after a while.

At that time, how on earth did Zhuge Liang dare to boldly open the city gates and put on a bluff, frightening away Sima Yi, who was adept at warfare? Sima Yi was leading an elite force of one hundred and fifty thousand; no matter how many defending soldiers you had on the wall, he would dare to attack—let alone when you left the city gates wide open, waiting for him to attack.

Those two low-ranking Japanese officers were actually Yue Ning, who had just arrived in Taipei, disguised alongside guerrilla fighter Wang Lin.

Since most members of the Heaven and Earth Society were ordinary soldiers or officers with mediocre martial arts skills and very few understanding internal energy, they were ranked dead last among all sect dungeons. What Fang Jie wanted, however, was efficiency and time, so he not only chose this worst sect but also selected the easiest difficulty level.

In particular, Japan's first-month box office gross of 1.8 billion yen shocked the entire Japanese film industry.

"Young Master Shi, should I perhaps spend more time interacting with Zeng Yuanyuan's husband?" Ren Ping asked tentatively, looking at Shi Lei, unsure whether Shi Lei would approve of him doing such things.

Wu Feng deduced in his report that the God-Slaying Guild might soon launch an attack on medium-sized guilds.

Miao Miao narrowed her eyes, glanced out the window, and then drew the curtains shut, feeling that sometimes excessive purity could indeed be a bit dazzling. City A hadn't seen such a heavy snow in a long time; it felt as though the entire world was celebrating. The moment Miao Miao turned on the television, the local news was filled with pictures of citizens going outside to play in the snow and build snowmen.

In the time that followed, the monarch and ministers of Great Chu began discussing a specific military campaign plan. After an hour of deliberation, it was finally finalized.

Finally, Lin Qingyun seized the opportunity to throw a full-power punch in his "Yi Body" state, striking fiercely against the black beastly shadow before him.

"In my humble opinion, it truly is!" A cold sneer curled the corner of Zhao Hua's mouth, almost making him laugh to death.

As a result, this plane would naturally be viewed by those external forces as a place not worth contending over. Therefore, using it as a place to hide their tracks was, overall, extremely suitable.

"No." Lin Qian shook her head, feeling that she must have lost her mind. The scent of red flower oil was so intense, yet she could still detect an unfamiliar yet familiar trace of a scent she hadn't smelled in years within it—it was simply ridiculous.