Chapter 27

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With a shift of his thoughts, the scene in the space transformed once more. This time, it appeared in the Chu family residence in Mu City, capturing the moment of his farewell to Chu Lingyue.
Long You sneered as he watched the arena, waiting to see how Gu Ming would inevitably fall to Eddie and his companion.
There seemed to be no precedent for a magic tool in the form of a gun, crafted from ordinary metal, overcoming one forged from monster-grade materials.
It wasn't for any other reason, but because the man sitting in the back, Zhou Zhaonan, had a life far too precious. As the sole heir of the Zhou family, even losing a single hair was no trivial matter.
The other disciples on the shore of the Lightning Sea could not help but be astonished by Chu Chen's persistence; they had never witnessed such a grueling method of cultivation. While they only needed to borrow a portion of the lightning energy from the coast to absorb, Chu Chen had submerged his entire body into the sea of lightning.
With that, Zhao Changsheng walked out of the camera's view with effortless grace, much like an overworked corporate drone leaving the office, without a shred of hesitation.
Liu Ruyan looked at her own hands, sensing the power now surging within her, and turned to Gu Ming with a joyful expression.
Chu Chen weighed the wooden token in his hand and nodded. Observing Chu Lingyue, he thought to himself that this must be the token needed to complete the mission alongside the final item.
Because the headquarters were located in the Star Kingdom, they had to ensure a sufficient duration of time, and there were several issues that absolutely had to be resolved.
Because the moment he smiled, Zhou Zhou always felt that this guy was hiding something deep in his heart.
Upstairs, hearing Dongfang Yi's voice, Luo Yishuo paused with her chopsticks for a moment before picking up food again and stuffing it into her mouth. Explanations? What was there left to explain?

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"The Immortal Mansion has appeared in the world. Pope, organize your side, and once everything is arranged, contact me again." With a wave of Xuanyuan Yiyun's hand, the seven of them departed.
The burly man ran over to intercept Officer Li, while the other raised a wrench, aiming to smash it into the officer's head. Ma Zhongliang, unable to contain his rage any longer, kicked the man away, sending him sprawling to the ground.
"Then we accept the courtesy, thank you." This Sin Thirteen organization was anything but low-key; the core members they recruited were all elites from the top tier of the Theological Academy, and every one of them was a born rebel, the type capable of defying the heavens.
"Elder Long, what is wrong with this formation?" Lin Tian knew the formation was powerful, but he did not know its grade or its specific nature. Seeing the elder's reaction, he assumed he knew its name and level, so he couldn't help but ask.
At this moment, as he channeled his energy, he discovered that the true qi within his body responded instantly to his will. It felt remarkably gentle, yet seemingly inexhaustible, as if it were a continuous, endless stream.
Lin Tian began to slowly recount his background to Ouyang Qian. She listened with great focus, never interrupting him with idle curiosity, waiting until he had finished before speaking.
Against an ordinary blade, Dongfang Bubai would not have cared, but now, her eyes sharpened. This strike was aimed perfectly at the most vulnerable point of her palm. She refused to believe that Linghu Chong possessed such deep insight to instantly pinpoint the weakest spot of her technique.
"He's lucky he didn't fail completely by managing to escape back here!" Helian Qingcheng glared at Zhang Mingnan, her eyes burning with intense anger.
After hanging up, Fang Anya wore a cold sneer. "Socializing?" She didn't believe for a second that Dongfang Yi's social obligations were more important than his uncle and aunt returning to the country. She was certain there was some trickery involved; it was definitely not simple.
The twenty years following the end of the First World War were the critical period for the industry and commerce of the Republic of China. Therefore, Fang Jianxiong spared no effort in helping private capital grow and develop, striving to ensure it possessed a degree of self-protection within the remaining two years.
Last night, Yun Xuerou had only been going through the motions, but today, she was truly worthy of her reputation as the top courtesan.

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"No need to thank me; this is what every citizen of Rose Island should do. By the way, I have one last question. Looking at this photo, they seem very intimate—what exactly is their relationship?" Ling Feng asked, looking at the picture.
Thinking of the cultivator sitting outside, Lu Tianxiong knew he possessed no power to resist. Use a weapon?
Marshal Fang told lies with such fluidity now, letting them slip from his tongue without a moment's hesitation. After this explanation, Douglas's eyes immediately lit up. Fisher, on the other hand, stood up naturally and headed out, following the Marshal to the deck.
Layer by layer, Gong Zixin unwrapped the white poplar cloth, stunned to find a Guanyin statue carved from jade. The craftsmanship was incredibly fine and detailed, the form lifelike, though the statue lacked a lotus throne—clearly, it was a token used for a rendezvous.
The United States' freezing of Japanese assets and the oil embargo left Japan in a state of shock, bordering on despair. Since Japan's oil reserves could only last for two years, the US cutting off its energy supply left Japan with no choice but to act like a cornered dog, gambling everything on a desperate throw.
Following the revelations on the internet, State Councilor Jiang Yuan, who was currently negotiating with the American side, solemnly raised the issue. It brought great disgrace to the Americans; though they denied it vehemently, they were forced to admit that the data provided by the BSA did not represent the statistics of an authoritative body.
The remaining five Qing soldiers instinctively reined in their horses, their gazes vacant, unaware of what had just transpired.
When the Taiqing Moral Saint saw the Yuqing Primordial Saint revealing the power of Hunyuan to Xia Yang, his expression shifted slightly.
Under normal circumstances, ten Zhu Gaoxu would have been unable to withstand a single blow from the Great Awakened Venerable. But with his internal energies in chaos, the slightest exertion risked rupturing his meridians, yet remaining perfectly still invited the threat of a sword piercing his chest. The Great Awakened Venerable struggled with this contradiction; his forehead veins bulged, and his face twisted into an unrecognizable grimace.