Day 51 of My Brother Loving Me Too Much

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Kara looked at the man before her, then glanced at the object floating not far away. Like the elders, her eyes revealed a resolute determination. The zombie staggered over respectfully and stood aside. Chen Nuo growled twice more, holding the flowerpot beneath the zombie’s nose.

Countless viewers watching the livestream began to question their own eyesight, wondering if something was wrong or if the match was merely a staged exhibition without either side exerting their full strength.

A heavy sound rang out; the combatants paused as dust rose and settled. A young man with a rebellious expression and a pale-faced youth, somewhat bewildered, looked at the crowd before turning to glance at the collapsed wall behind them.

“Don’t thank me just yet. I haven’t even ‘finished’ the millennium bloodvine. No matter what, we’re old friends. If you’re in trouble, I’ll do my best to help,” I said with a smile.

When the emperor speaks, it is law: an imperial edict announced the crown prince’s death. A few days later, who returns from the dead? If a decree is issued, the prince truly cannot come back.

“Brother Gang flatters me. It’s no great feat—just found a furnace and did some forging.” No one, not even the Chicken Tribe chief, knew about the pit; let alone those harboring grudges.

Since the jade pendant came in a pair, it might belong to her and a certain lover. Her insistence on this was clearly an attempt to frame me. Could it be that her lover was the murderer?

“Your Majesty’s mistaken favor is undeserved,” Yan Kui chuckled lightly. Being close to a ruler is like treading among tigers, especially such a cold-blooded shadow king.

Then, accompanied by a surge of violent magic, a deep crimson claw stretched forth.

These magical creatures, living peacefully across millennia, are so simple that a mere blessing brings them joy.

Holding her hand, our eyes met as we struggled. Then, a soft knock sounded at the door.

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Fortunately, Li Fan’s nature was steady; he suppressed his excitement and opened Weibo on his phone.

Seeing the long-unseen pendant, Ling Qingrui’s lips curved into a beautiful smile. Especially after hearing a few ladies blurt out remarks, her smile deepened.

The five Divine Kings from the Artifact Refining Sect weren’t truly bad; their tragedy was being puppets controlled by Zhang Biao. Such a life was both sorrowful and helpless.

However, they didn’t expect Ye Zhanli’s eyes to glance deeply at Ling Qingrui without anger, then simply walk away. Zuo Leyu hurriedly followed.

Some naïvely thought India was a vast market, ignoring that the opponent was of equal standing, only that China had a +9 advantage chasing a 12.

“Looks like I’ll be alone tonight,” Chai Lang sighed, walking toward his room. Before reaching it, he sensed two familiar auras inside.

Clearly, the Kunpeng Divine King already knew about his using Yu Qing’s Kunpeng token to bluff his way.

Soon after, Zhao Huan received a predictable brutal beating. Lin Guodong’s violent personality flared; he battered Zhao’s head until it bled and even drew a pistol.

She held the phone as she approached Lin Ke. “Harry said there’s trouble at your Western restaurant.” She reached for a spatula as she spoke.

Wei Chang quietly supported Old Madam Wei’s arm, his pounding heart impossible to conceal, his pale and anxious expression unnoticed by all.

Li Shimin looked toward the secret chamber’s southern wall, pressed a mechanism, and a mysterious mural appeared—depicting a dragon and his nine sons.

Lin Ke understood his meaning: they planned to sell the farm, repay all bank loans, and use the remainder to start a new life.

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Beneath the faint moonlight, a tent camp stood amid the woods. Several pale yellow campfires glowed brightly in the night.

Yang Xiao actually liked guests with the personality of Lu’er, and smiled at her demeanor.

At that moment, it was exactly when she had just called him during the concert, giving him the supermarket’s address.

Li Bumiang had grown to somewhat admire Dongfang Lie. One shouldn’t hit a smiling face; after all, he’d already severed his own arm—if he attacked again, wouldn’t it seem ungracious?

Li Bumiang rode his Lianxu motorcycle, speeding to within three hundred meters of the Silver Fortress. He left a tire mark and stopped the bike with flair.

The ghost sage, stripped of all emotions, knew he would die here or in the undead swamp. Better to pass this chance to the young man before him—perhaps dying this way held some meaning.

“Yu Ge acted quickly, gaining another lover’s halo and smoothly resolving the issue. Looks like you and your wife have gotten through this for now,” Mo Chenlu said, slapping the newspaper on the table. Su Ye blinked and reached out to take it.

The three old physicians were quite surprised. Now, the mid-ranked ‘Medicine King’ held a nominal six-grade position at the imperial hospital, but due to his exceptional status in the medical world, ordinary people couldn’t command him.