Chapter Thirty-Seven: Captain Yuan

"Yan, why are you buying so many of these?"
"I just suddenly thought of my parents. My sister's phone is probably old too. I might as well replace them all at once. It's not like I'm short on money," Yan Xuan replied with a smile.
"Alright," Tang Xueying grinned. "I'll go pick out some phone cases for them over there."

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In his past life, he had rarely taken part in the 3v3 Sword Clash, so he wasn't familiar with the timeline for the capital's aggressive incursion.

Tang Haiyun's face darkened at these words. He looked at the single remaining piece of puffball mushroom on the table and, in the next moment, was overcome with a wave of nausea. Still, he managed to hold it back.

Many people were following this round of the rematch. Jiang Wan'er sat cross-legged at the meditation spot on Qin Chuan's Sword Platform, carefully reading the details of the battle report.

Ye Tian felt a bit helpless, but he knew he couldn't sleep in today. He hurriedly got up and went into the bathroom to freshen up.

Li Linlang didn't want to be bound by the current restrictions; what he longed for was a warm life of his own.

It was the same familiar old place—the sheer cliffs of Bashu Lingyun Wall, where Qian Yi and Mo Bai, fully equipped, were already in position and ready.

After finishing his tasks, Li Linlang took the tray back to the counter and put it away in the cabinet behind. Once everything was neatly arranged, he sat back on his stool and started daydreaming again.

With the previously unlocked Ren and Du meridians, the diagram would now show five open meridians, and his attributes would be further enhanced.

This put Ye Tian in a difficult position, since Mengmeng had never stayed at his house before, so there were no new clothes for her to wear.

Yu Xiuniang had just returned to the newly built Yu Manor and was anxiously awaiting news from Liu Yingfeng, when a messenger from Sword Mountain informed her that her master wanted to see her at the Five Saints Lotus Temple in the rear mountains.

Fang Li, just as he turned his head, suddenly realized his intelligence seemed to be failing him. He had wandered here absent-mindedly and, once he became aware, realized he might have made a mistake.

Childhood friends, after all—even though five or six years had slipped by without meeting and both had changed somewhat, that sense of heartfelt closeness rekindled at once, with no trace of awkwardness between them.

Chanting slogans can effectively reduce everyone's anxiety, and doing so rhythmically can act as a metronome, greatly reducing the chance of mistakes.

The Holy Spirit waited at the entrance for three days. During this time, quite a few demons passed through the labyrinth and arrived at the exit. Without exception, all were startled to see the Holy Spirit meditating there, but the Holy Spirit paid them no mind—just glanced at them before returning to his stillness.

"Wang Qiong, I want to do something for her, but I don't know what! Could you ask her what she needs? If it's something I can do, I'll do it, no matter what," the man said earnestly.

Link sighed again, for a moment losing the desire to summon another hero. Coincidentally, the battle had already come to its end.

Northern schools hadn't implemented the campus idol program and could only participate in evening training sessions. Even after his father negotiated with the northern school's administration, they only agreed to exempt him from morning and evening self-study sessions.

Bai Qi also glanced out the window; sure enough, he saw rows of air force soldiers marching along the main military road.

"Young Master Jiang San?" In the room, aside from Yan Ruojiu, the other three were caught off guard. Given Jiang Zhengxi's notorious reputation for unruliness, they found it hard to believe he would be the one to intervene.

Yet the inky darkness was clearly gaining the upper hand, slowly and visibly advancing across the seabed, forcing everything back step by step. Azumat's thunderous roar echoed beneath the waves.

"Can you confirm the situation within the Beetle Wall?" Malfurion turned his massive antlers, gazing out at the endless yellow sand swirling outside the window.