Chapter 63
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A mysterious and forbidden realm is shrouded in thick fog all year round. Only a very few people know that the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion lies within it. Those without fate could search until they die and never find it, while those with fate might stumble upon someone from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion the moment they step inside.
"Great use?!" The light in Luo Yan's eyes grew even brighter, and she hurriedly began discussing the price with Song Ming. Although Song Ming had just demonstrated extraordinary financial resources, hiring heroes was no child's play after all; a certain level of contract and procedure was still required.
Following that, Li Changlin raised his hand and delivered a heavy slap across Wang Yifan's face.
Li Changlin scratched his head in annoyance, told Zhou Xingxing to hold on for a moment, then hung up the phone and tossed it onto the quilt.
"The Wu barbarians are different from the human race. Their bodies are huge, and once they are injured, it is extremely difficult to recover!" Lin Wanru examined the foul blood on the ground and turned to say to Chu Yan.
It truly was a colossal mistake. The Federation only had this single cradle world; if it were ever held hostage by the enemy using nuclear bombs, it would truly turn into an unimaginable catastrophe.
All kinds of gasps rang out in succession. Even the gazes of Long Tianyao and Wu Tianlin in the distance shifted toward Lu Tianming standing atop the battle stage, their expressions changing slightly.
Originally, young masters like Song Ming were also curious about the origin of the Heavenly Artisan Clan, but Kalado had no intention of explaining at all. Or perhaps his so-called explanation just moments ago was merely meant to lull everyone into a careless state of paralysis.
"The world is vast and full of wonders. Perhaps time and space really can become chaotic? It's just that we don't know how," Mu Nuanxi said.
As soon as she finished speaking, Lan Fei, Lin Na, and I were truly dumbfounded. We honestly never expected that Sun Jiaqian could calculate every single detail, mastering even the exact timing. Perhaps it was precisely because they used to be sisters, knowing each other so well, that Sun Jiaqian was able to calculate even the precise moments.
Ye Shanshan could not help but smile, slipped into the car, waved goodbye to me, and said, "Uncle Zhang, let's drive." The car started and drove away from the villa.
Shangguan Ling'er and the others prepared to turn back and take a different route, but just as they turned around to retrace their steps, those two figures trailing behind them appeared.
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"No." One of the ghosts spoke, and then that ghost was seen burrowing into a corpse. Following that, the corpse climbed to its feet and walked toward the doorway.
During the break the next day, Lan Fei came to our class to chat, mainly to talk about the matter concerning Zuo Chao.
Coupled with the images in that video—at the time, Zhu Lianmeng and Jun Rongfan were both attacked by a Tibetan Mastiff, and Mu Yi'han chose to save Zhu Lianmeng.
Yu Feng was also inwardly shocked. If things really reached such an irredeemable state, even if Chen Zhenghe himself were to step in, I'm afraid it would still be of no use, right?
For instance, Su Zhou truly wouldn't turn into someone super shy or super prone to crying when facing you.
After these two lines of characters appeared, they were extremely striking. It was impossible for Ning Fuchen not to see them, yet after reading them, the immediate problem remained unsolved, and instead, even more questions arose.
From the other person's physiognomy, he could tell that the other party was going to commit an illegal act in the near future, so he did not want to miss this opportunity.
"Bestowed marriage? Every princess throughout the dynasties has been sent for a marriage alliance; how can it be bestowed by decree?" The Empress Dowager anxiously asked.
"Evil creature, see where you can escape! Behold the True Fire of Samadhi from this Daoist priest!" With that, he directed the True Fire of Samadhi in his hand toward the yellow paper to burn it. Suddenly, however, the yellow paper fluttered down from the air in a spinning motion. Yet the direction of its descent happened to lead straight toward the Fengyi Palace.
"There's no need." Lin Long shook his head. He felt that this ancient well was somewhat bizarre; sending Shi Hong in would be of no use whatsoever and might even harm Shi Hong.
Moreover, earlier, without him even having time to react, he had been sent flying directly. This made him even more terrified and alarmed.
"No matter what, you should still eat a little something. I just had someone cook some bird's nest porridge, and I'll personally deliver it to Grandfather and Father later. Mother has also been working hard these days; would you like to have a bowl as well?" Xiao Xixi looked at Zhou Shumei and said gently.
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Yun Yuhong felt there were already more than enough unexpected events, but there was still one thing she did not know.
"Do you think you are the only ones with powerhouses?" Tianye's voice, brimming with murderous intent, echoed softly, colder than the wind blowing from the netherworld.
Ning Fuchen moved closer to the intersection of the blades and swords. Sure enough, those terrifying vines only danced within three feet of him, not daring to cross the line by even half a step. Furthermore, fire overcomes metal, and the intersection of metal and fire was safe as well.
She suddenly remembered that when Rong Jiayi was a year or two old, Yang Yan loved to go out to play mahjong, and then she would leave Rong Jiayi in her care. But at that time, she was only a child of three or four herself, needing to be looked after by others—how could she possibly take care of another child?
Qi Qi opened her cloudy eyes wide. She understood her senior brother's temperament thoroughly; acting like this meant he must have been hit right in the center of a secret worry, making him feel awkward inside.
Zhou Quan did not like window shopping, at least not the type where you walk and look around simultaneously; whenever Zhou Quan went shopping, he had all kinds of clear-cut objectives. Even if he ran into the largest supermarket, he didn't like to wander around and look at things; once he finished buying, he would leave immediately, refusing to spend any extra time lingering in the supermarket.
Liancheng Yazhi had already estimated earlier that once they turned back to adjust their course, the distance to the nearest approachable coast—and it didn't necessarily have to be a coastal port—would probably take about two or three days. During these few days, at most they would drop off some bread and fresh water at the place where those people were locked up, and leave everything else alone.
Xiao Qi looked at their retreating figures, a flash of gloomy malice in his eyes, and only then did he leap down.
Wu Junxuan let out a shrill scream, then collapsed onto the ground with a dull thud, her face ashen and her mind a complete blank.
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