Chapter 15

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Chu Feng remained remarkably composed, even imprinting his cultivation directly onto their protective formation, which lingered without fading for a long time. Because no one could truly fathom what Gu Yicheng was thinking, Xiao Jue hesitated to break through this delicate situation. After all, if Gu Yicheng loved Feng Shitian, then upon learning that he was responsible for Feng Shitian’s death, he would surely be consumed by guilt and sever ties completely with Jun Li.

In the distance, a translucent white jade bottle hovered in the sky, surrounded by thick pillars of blood that surged into the bottle, shimmering with a terrifying aura of pressure. Wherever the spirit sword passed, the dispersed spiritual energy scattered like smoke, then gathered again along the blade. From afar, it looked like a treasured sword planted in the clouds, wrapped in drifting mists, its sharpness and extraordinary presence unmistakable at a glance.

When they heard that a celebrity was coming to dine, the shop owner and even the chefs in the back couldn’t help but come out to see, greeting Fan Xinyue warmly with bright smiles. As for Master Fuyong, he merely flicked his hand lightly. With the sweeping motion of his broad sleeves, the steel needles flying toward him dissipated effortlessly, leaving Wu Ding behind him completely unharmed.

“Do you think I wouldn’t understand him just because we wear the same shorts?” Su Chen raised an eyebrow. After all, I am him; we do wear the same pair of shorts. If deploying formations using any tattooed living creatures with bones truly worked against ghosts, it would perfectly compensate for the weaknesses in the Proud World Sect’s formations.

After the pawnshop had no more customers, the man in black cast a cold glance my way and asked with a frosty expression, “Are you having fun?” “Felice, don’t you want to reconsider?” Upon hearing Felice’s words, Brian’s face changed drastically, and he hurriedly asked.

Moments later, as the water around surged like a spring in continuous ripples, Bi Shui scooped a ladleful of water to set aside, then stirred with bamboo tongs. Tea leaves were added into the vortex’s center—this was the second boiling stage.

Zeng Ruiyu smiled and nodded before leaving. Zi Qing explained the reason to Lin Kangping, who listened and quickly responded that it was only right. “Last winter alone, we rescued fifty or sixty people. Don’t worry, I’ve been keeping track,” Lin Kangping said.

Though the national team’s troubles caused many complications, opinions within the club about the national team remained divided.

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Screams of agony filled the air, mingled with the relentless twang of crossbow bolts piercing flesh. The almost invisible Masolad, drowned beneath the soldiers, surprisingly uttered not a sound—not a surrender, not even a cry of pain—only the wild cries and fierce howls of the soldiers echoed.

“What’s there to fear? We already have enough gossip here; her crying won’t make much difference,” Mrs. Lin said, her face darker than a cast iron pot, glaring at Mudan with a look of bitter disappointment.

As I left, I looked puzzled at the clothes I had covered the Golden Boy with—why did they seem like adult garments? Refusing tasks might lead the client to seek others. To intercept their schemes, she had to accept the assignments herself, and to avoid punishment for cancellation falling on someone else, she had to take them personally.

Feng Xiaoxiao’s days now followed a certain rhythm: logging in daily to level up, retreating to her teahouse to rest when tired, and wandering the streets when in a good mood. Bottles of advanced instant recovery potions were once again snapped up at high prices by players who were uncertain how many would appear. It was like a lottery: drawing too early meant low odds, but waiting too long risked the prizes being taken.

Yet, just as Qin Long was about to delve deeper, a sudden chilling sensation swept through him, sending a shiver down his spine. Entrusting the class committee reshuffle to himself was no good; with so many wolves and so little meat, every classmate was watching him closely. No matter who he assigned, dissatisfaction would arise.

Though he knew his grandfather’s intent was to prevent a quarrel between himself and Yang Yang, Mo Yueling would not offend her grandfather’s dignity. This matter was also meant to be discussed with him, so when asked, she answered, but ultimately shot a glare at Yang Yang.

“Mingzi, it’s me. Your mom and I have come to Beijing. We’re near your school. Are you at school?” The voice on the other end was unexpectedly that of Wu Ming’s father.

To prove she owned a ninth-rank flying mount, Lin Xin shared its info in the team channel. Shangguan Duwu, Wang Xue, Xia Yao, and Fang Xinyu followed suit; Xu Xiang even expanded the chat window, and the information of five high-level flying mounts instantly appeared.

After a simple face wash, Yang Zaiyi went to the yard to hug and kiss Maomao Niuniu at play, then left contentedly.

The sky gradually brightened; a pale dawn streaked the eastern horizon. Three light trucks quietly departed the Jin family’s courtyard in the stillness of dawn. Another morning had come to Xia City in this cold winter.

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Only then did Cheng Yaojin say, “Indeed, His Majesty must be growing impatient. Let’s hurry inside.” Speaking as he strode forward with Xue Dingshan and Qin Han to the imperial tent to meet Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin.

After chatting further about gaming topics and gaining a clear understanding of the state of Who Can Compete, Li Yu ended the call.

He knew only that his past and even his future were a single, unbroken thread—clear and traceable, without the slightest blur.

But how could this be possible? He was sealed inside a secret chamber; who could pose a threat to him?

In defense, Kwame Brown was no match for Ben Wallace, but physically, Kwame Brown was undoubtedly superior.

During three days, Yang Hao didn’t just grind mutated ghouls; the mercenary group’s demand for high-level gear grew urgent, making the Terrifying Hunt Spider incredibly unlucky.

Yi Ze Danqing, the Recluse, and Wu Huan the True Man shared similar thoughts, all wearing pained expressions.

Though Oladipo was still somewhat immature, his physical fitness was outstanding, and both his offense and defense were improving.

Earth Projectile: consumes 10 stamina and 5 mana, spews a soil-element projectile imbued with soul energy, dealing physical damage equal to a normal attack plus 8 points of witchcraft damage.

Yang Hao held the rear position; whenever a fire spirit attempted self-destruction, Yang Hao would mark its energy nodes. Team members, wielding weapons enhanced with mysterious metals, found the fire spirit’s protective rock ineffective.