Childhood Sweetheart's Wish Challenge (19)

I did not look at Huhu or Prajna, but simply drifted forward. I do not know why, but in short, my soul was no longer under my own control. Yet, I had a bad premonition; I felt that I was not drifting aimlessly, but with a purpose.

"I am sorry, Weiwei. It was too rash of me, I am sorry!" Qi Xuyao pressed closely against the top of her head, filled with an indescribable bitterness.

Han Xiao remembered the time he was struck, and without a shred of mercy, he swung his palm at Qingyan. The blow was so forceful that it knocked her straight to the ground.

All that remained for her were the two words "duty," which Mama Wang had also impressed upon her. Qiu Nong felt this made a great deal of sense, and she even added the word "loyalty" to it.

Lin Nuannuan smiled and acknowledged the remark, though inwardly she thought her grandfather was utterly lacking in romance. At a moment like this, shouldn't he have smoothly let her step down and then shared a heart-to-heart with her grandmother?

Fortunately, Qi Xuyao knew how to manage his fans, so there were no blind, indiscriminate fanatics of the mindless sort. While other fans held their idols high on a pedestal, Qi Xuyao's fans made it their daily routine to continue "blacking" their idol.

Since the Man-Eating Flower Spirit King possessed the qualifications to contend for the status of a supreme natural treasure, it naturally had the ability to usurp and replace the giant tree.

The breakfast in the morning was sumptuous. Typing was too much trouble, so she simply took a picture of the entire dining table.

Let alone the fact that a leopard paced back and forth in front of the courtyard gate, letting out an angry roar from time to time, making Lin Yanan wish she could dig a hole and bury herself deep where no one could ever find her.

Liu Bei smiled gently, his long blue hair clinging to his face, with a shallow groove between his brows.

As for Li Xu, after listening to the "shadow's" "lengthy epic," he had long since been struck dumb. According to his opportunistic senior sister Meng Wu, this Lu Ya should be his nominal senior martial brother, who had later gone missing.

Li Tian spoke softly while gently patting Li Hua'er. Soothed by his comforting presence, Li Hua'er slowly closed her eyes and drifted off into dreamland.

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By high noon, the exquisite seats all around the arena were gradually filled with people.

At this very moment, though she was unwilling by ten thousand measures to become a top apothecary on this continent, she also knew clearly that she had to do it. If she refused, her father would never agree, the entire family would never let go of such a fine opportunity, and not even Zhou Tianlong would consent.

Seeing many people openly displaying affection, embracing and holding each other without avoidance, Song Ziyang gently touched his chin and shook his head secretly. He believed that many people, when they first arrived here, carried the hopes of their families and held onto their dreams; yet, with so many conflicting forces at play, becoming immersed in them meant inevitably losing oneself in the collisions.

Wuchang was actually just making a joke. He knew his identity was obscure, and people were hardly going to lend money to a stranger. If he wanted to escape his current predicament, he could only rely on his own efforts.

Hearing this, Ma Jianrao felt his heart tighten and took a step back involuntarily, like a frightened bird ready to flee at the slightest sign of trouble. Yet with this movement, the wounds on his body began to ooze blood once more.

Amidst the mutual antagonism of water and fire, the two spells neutralized each other. At that moment, the soul puppet leaped down from the top of the tunnel and launched an attack on Wuchang.

Wang Tian felt his scalp begin to tingle. His palms clenched quietly as he assumed the opening stance of the Fierce Tiger Fist; the moment any abnormal change occurred, Wang Tian would crush that skeleton with thunderous force.

Tang Seng was the most anxious of all. He was eager to find his true eldest disciple, Sun Wukong. Three years of separation had accumulated his yearning for Sun Wukong to a critical threshold; if he could not see him now, he truly could not bear the result and might even suffer a mental breakdown.

Clearly, berserkers possessed a strong deterrent force in this world. Yan Luo was contemplating whether he should take out his door-panel-sized Axe of Xingtian just to show off.

Ping'an stared at the entrance of the inn, chugged two bottles of beer, paid the bill, and walked around to the other side of the street to page Quan Gangyou.

His guards failed to get close to the carriage and were intercepted at the edge of the procession. After some negotiation, one of Wen Renfu's guards turned back and walked toward the carriage.

Without needing to think too much, with the tax officer and the garrison troops captured by Chen You, the most crucial remaining figure was the Merit Officer, who held the function of evaluating and appraising officials.

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Upon arriving at the hospital, he gave old man Zhang a vague explanation and focused solely on urging the patient to drink the broth.

Qulong believed that if he were to be besieged by the deities one more time, his "Source Realm Stripping" could directly seal them until they doubted the very meaning of their divine lives.

The shadow did not shroud Leviathan for long before it quietly receded. A moment later, the city vibrated once again, slowly rising along the steel cables' braking mechanism until it leveled with the ground.

At this moment, he had one hundred and twenty thousand in cash tucked into his pocket—this was the fulfillment of his promise to the bespectacled man and old man Zhang!

Yet if one truly had the mind to, meeting was easy; Bailu only needed to step out of the estate and make a round of inquiries to find out.

Dongfang Aoxiang pinned his hopes on external martial artists like Wudi and Ximen Chen; although this was a helpless measure, he could not afford to place too many expectations on it.

"No," Ye Li shook her head, a crystalline glimmer hiding in her eyes. She hurriedly blinked hard and lowered her head even further.

It was also a red envelope. Upon opening it, she received a remarkably ornate silver hairpin and a jade-green bracelet. Although she could not tell what kind of treasures they were, at least whatever the Demon Fairy gave was never something casual or common.

Indeed, it was fine tea. Refreshing upon entering the mouth, it suddenly generated a cool sensation upon reaching the stomach, instantly clearing the mind and spirit as if sweeping away the dust from one's state of mind.

Inside the Hall of Diligent Administration, Lord Feng personally took the stage to perform some close combat, rolling up his sleeves and beating Feng Lin fiercely. The latter knelt on the ground, not daring to show any defiance in the Emperor's presence, and could only bear the beating with a bitter face, not even daring to let out a sound.

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