56 Childhood Sweetheart Wish Challenge (17)

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With grave expressions, several people followed Blazing Flame without wasting words, concentrating entirely on watching their steps.
Risk and opportunity always coexist! The Guardian had envisioned a very flawless plan in his heart and was executing it accordingly. Everything looked wonderful with no issues whatsoever, lacking only a single final link.
Although the battle was somewhat demanding, it was not enough to require Hua Ruge's absolute, undivided attention; sparing a fraction of her mind for other thoughts was still manageable.
Yet, perhaps only Shui Qingcheng possessed a profound understanding of the exact extent of Li Mushen's strength.
Looking at her poorly performing medical clinic, Hua Ruge felt utterly despairing. With business like this, forget about just one—even if she opened a thousand such clinics, there would be no way to supply the resources needed for her breakthrough.
"But why would he do such a thing? The Illusory Sea Sect is the strongest sect second only to the two great divine palaces, possessing countless powerful cultivation techniques. How could he possibly practice evil arts?" Tuo Bawei still wore a look of incomprehension.
Disregarding her transformation, Jun Tianxia reached out and grabbed her hand beneath the table. Remembering the days Su Nianxia spent in the divine palace, a deep ache filled his heart.
In September, the Qingyun Sect, perched atop the mountain peak, had already begun to see falling snow. At the foot of the mountain, the floral splendor had yet to fade, presenting a truly bizarre spectacle from afar.
However, the sacrifice of the Stone Emperor was not in vain; he had at least dragged Duanmu Qinghui down with him into severe mutual injury. Now, no one stood in his path any longer.
However, if one were to speak of what role they actually played in acquiring these two treasures, that would be rather awkward.
Just then, seemingly overhearing Meng Dongyu's words, Situ Qian, sitting behind him, reached out a hand, pinched his arm, and gave it a vicious twist.
Pei Ruyi regained her composure and curved her eyes into a smile as she looked at him, her bright gaze rippling. Yet, she still found herself unable to undress with complete ease in front of him, and stepped into the bath wearing her bathrobe just like that.
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Luo Yu's methods for dealing with enemies could simply be summarized as direct and brutal—she would straight-up kill them. Since they were already enemies, no mercy whatsoever needed to be shown. Only by making an example of a chicken to scare the monkeys could results be achieved. Some people would only dare to stop provoking you once you beat them until they felt pain and terror.
He glanced back at the phone whose screen had gone dark, frowned, stepped forward, and picked it up.
Since Chen Li now knew who the child's father was, she naturally had to discuss the matter with Ming Shengli and then deliberate on having the two youngsters get married.
"No need to say more; I am willing to acknowledge you as my master." Upon seeing Huang Zheng enter, the Immortal-Slaying Blood Spear directly surrendered.
Great Consecration, who was charging forward furiously, never expected that after Huang Zheng had already sacrificed two Dao artifacts, he would still possess such a powerful hidden weapon in his hands.
Mother Du's expression turned slightly unnatural. A-Jiu and Pingfen exchanged secret glances, knowing in their hearts that Zhenniang must have said something to her.
Even devoid of spiritual energy, she had still managed to grope her way toward a set of body-strengthening exercises. The genuine Qi roiled within her chest, and the words she exhaled carried clearly for a hundred meters around.
Yuan Muyang's voice echoed in Gu Zekai's ears once more like a voice from the netherworld: Why should Gu Zekai's wife ever be kept on another man's mind at all times?
Bai Shu watched the scene unfold on the arena without blinking, not forgetting to ask, "Sister Chunjun, this Meng Kezhi also vanished from the arena for a fraction of a second just now. How does his Candle Dragon stealth technique compare to yours?"
Inside his garments, a gentle halo of light shone endlessly upon his chest—it was precisely the Three-Wheel Severed Meridians exerting their effect, healing his damaged left side.
"Bai Shu, put me down!" Guan Rushuang woke up at some point and tapped Bai Shu on the shoulder.
Her eyes were swollen and lifeless, her lips pale, and her disheveled hair hung loosely over her body, dripping with water.
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If plum blossoms possessed feelings, they would also feel content, because their beauty and wintry fragrance had been deeply loved and deeply appreciated by others, and even deeply mourned by some.
During his reign, Hong Taiji specifically constructed three defensive bastions on each of the four sides of Hetu Ala's city walls to enhance the city's defensive capabilities. At the same time, Hong Taiji replaced all four city gates of Hetu Ala with gates made of nanmu wood and reinforced them with iron plating.
"Banner Commander, let this old man catch his breath. Let us wait until noon before setting off. If we march too hastily and in such a rush, the Jianzhou Jurchens will inevitably grow suspicious. In addition, send someone to inform that slave chieftain that I am unaccustomed to the banquets of his borderland tribe and will not attend the feast," Li Linbin said feebly.
Eight or nine out of ten things in life fail to go as desired, and deep affection coupled with two separate minds has never amounted to more than long periods of parting and brief moments of reunion; who can ever escape from that?
The giant dragon paid no heed to the words of the man in black. Illusory flames seemed to slowly emerge, and the surrounding temperature grew increasingly high. The place had originally been cold and desolate, with a terrifyingly low temperature, yet now beads of sweat began to pop up on people's foreheads.
He was bruised and battered, his glasses even broken, leaving only a shattered frame dangling in front of his eyes.
At that moment, Ziyun felt it was time for him to wake up, because Maiden Cuier was right beside him, muttering like chanting scriptures about why he still hadn't woken yet.
A forced smile managed to tug at his handsome face, yet it looked even uglier than a bitter melon. Wu Pingfeng responded in a low voice, his dejected mood failing to improve by much.
The entire hall fell into a dead silence, broken only by the faint rustling of the imperial concubines' skirts and the soft tinkling of their headdresses and jewelry. Seeing the Empress pose the question, Consort Rui—despite her pale complexion and astonished expression—forced herself to remain calm, staring fixedly at Yu Ya'er while waiting for her to offer an explanation.
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