Chapter 63

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A divine beast is indeed a divine beast. Upon its death, it dropped a large pile of items all over the ground, though unfortunately, Ji Wan's interface showed them as un-lootable.
Xu Wen dared not look, yet he could not afford not to. He closed and opened his eyes, opened and closed them, solely to minimize his view of the horrific scene before him. Bit by bit, right through his blinking eyes, his wife was swallowed whole by the demonic spirits.
Xifeng liquor, Fen liquor, Moutai—were these not all signature spirits or time-honored brands?
Perhaps keeping apart was the best approach, for everyone's sake. Without changing or disrupting anything, carrying one's faith, it was enough to simply love in silence. It would suffice if, on the day she needed him, he could appear by her side.
Upon returning home, she murmured a greeting to the two of them, darted straight into her room, picked up the phone, and dialed Wang Xiuping.
Shen Mengyao was well aware that for elderly folks, the gradual passing of their surrounding friends dealt them a heavy, devastating blow.
"Come down to me." To Xiahou Yuan's provocative shouts, Huang Zhong paid no heed whatsoever—or rather, he deigned not to respond at all. As the two faced off directly, Huang Zhong suddenly moved. Lowering his frame to dodge the sweeping giant blade of Xiahou Yuan, the edge of his own weapon flashed through the air in a swift half-circle, violently hacking at the legs of Xiahou Yuan's mount.
Having heeded Chen Yu's advice, Chen Hai did not actually do anything harsh to Zhong Juan'er; things remained as they had before, save for the fact that the marriage was no longer brought up. Even when Zhong Juan'er complained, Chen Hai used the excuse that Bai Youyue and the others had not yet arrived to deflect her probing questions.
When Lao Qian reloaded his gun once more, he suddenly closed his eyes and stood quietly in place, neither dodging nor striking back, giving an inexplicable illusion that he had completely merged into the very fabric of the prison cell.
Yet he had not expected that just as he left Suicheng and took to the road, news arrived from the State of Chu that Axi had already been rescued and was heading toward the State of Ming.
Su Yurou's entire pregnancy had been exceptionally smooth, showing not the slightest hint of trouble. Who could have anticipated that she would go into labor over ten days before her due date, and even less that she would suffer a near-fatal dystocia?
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He intended to use this grand formation first to sweep away all his opponents, and then break the formation himself in order to achieve victory.
Liao Zhibing leaped down from his horse's back, instructing the coachman along with the members of the Azure Heaven Alliance. Once the stepping stool was put in place, figures began to descend from several carriages one after another.
"I—" Cheng Yu wanted to say more, but Li昂 waved a hand again, signaling him to say no more.
As Qi Guang's voice trailed off, the Emperor of Chu felt a sharp pain at his neck, let out a low gasp, and could no longer hold back a stream of curses.
But there was no help for it; the current Emperor of Ming was Sima Nan. No matter how rebellious Chen Wen felt, he could only accept these two thousand troops as a reward and lacked the strength to oppose Sima Nan entirely on his own.
Upon arriving here and seeing Liu Dagang currently constructing fortifications, Wang Changfeng immediately said with a smile,
"If I am not mistaken, the slaying-immortal gourd he has refined is bound to be extraordinary. It is not the legendary kind of slaying-immortal gourd, but rather a supplementary type, and its purpose is likely to purify bloodlines!" The Master of Daozhou stated his conjecture.
Only under such a prerequisite could they proceed to the front lines and begin the warfare belonging to their Shijing Battalion.
Indeed, the figure before his eyes was none other than Feiyan herself. The aura of death emanating from her entire body was quite terrifying; her gaze was ice-cold, the corners of her mouth curved slightly upward, and her overbearing presence was formidable. Moreover, the sound of her voice reminded Zhen Shifeng of yet another "person."
Hearing his son boast about him, Meng Han instead scratched the back of his head with embarrassment and said, "Don't listen to that little rascal's nonsense. It takes more than just brute strength; the seventh tier of body-tempering is not that simple." As he spoke, he lifted a sharpened wooden stake, preparing to drive it firm with a wooden mallet.
The wind was fierce at the mountain peak, howling along with drifting snowflakes. The three of them had to channel a bit of spiritual energy to resist the onslaught of the blizzard. Looking down intently, they spotted a faint glimmer of light flickering below. It seemed there truly were people inside the mountain cave. Mingxuan's heart sank, and daring not to delay any longer, he turned around, preparing to climb down from the peak.
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"That is precisely the logic. Whether you can comprehend it or not, this is the current layout. Therefore, this feud between you and the Yao clan is considered forged. However, you handled it very well by settling it with a single battle, which spares you future trouble—though the opponent you chose was somewhat too formidable," Xingyun said with a trace of worry.
Even though An Chunqiu's yet-unseen nephew had never set foot within the borders of Xihe to this day, the trusted aides around An Dushan had always kept close tabs on Mu Sanqian's affairs, especially after he accepted Emperor Li Xian's imperial decree on Wudang Mountain to issue orders across the jianghu.
At that moment, someone shouted, not knowing who it was: "All one hundred and thirty-seven swords have been struck down!"
"Young Master Gu, I've finally found you." The Chen estate was vast, boasting several large banquet halls as well. Although he knew Mingxuan had gone to drink, it had still taken a grueling search to locate him.
Accompanied by these robust and hearty shouts, a burly, rugged, and wild-looking man approached with heavy strides. From afar, he waved his densely hair-covered arm at Hogg, flashing a hearty and uninhibited smile.
Yet her sense of crisis was entirely superfluous. Ye Linghan was not such a superficial person; he would not use such trivial metrics to gauge whether Mu Qingyu loved him or not.
Because this time the plot had suffered no omissions, the groom still completed the rituals of bowing to heaven and earth. The night was already deep, and after keeping the final batch of guests company, the groom began preparing to enter the bridal chamber.
Across four planes, the Horde could not all converge onto the exact same plane for interception; only the Horde in the current plane could engage in combat with Jiang Liu and the others.
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