56. Fifty-sixth Day of My Brother's Excessive Love
Feng Yao made a rough calculation of the spoils from this battle and asked his nearby team members triumphantly.
When the progress bar reached 78%, the projected blue curtain turned red, displaying several large characters on it.
Although Zhang Lexuan never intended to work for Xu Tiannuo or become his subordinate, the moment she heard that Xu Tiannuo actually planned to rebuild Shrek Academy, she immediately sensed something was amiss. Staring blankly at Xu Tiannuo, she asked in astonishment.
The moment he spoke, Jia Yu knew what he was up to. You and that smart aleck can go make trouble wherever you please, but don't you dare bring it to my doorstep—no one's backing will work here.
"Many thanks, Young Master Erhu." Qin Jianguo's face immediately lit up with joy as he expressed his gratitude to Wang Huhu.
Especially when it came to dealing with men, she was absolute and domineering, revealing an imposing aura and sparing no one's face.
"No problem, officer. Do you require any additional modifications?" the staff member asked, rubbing his fingers together.
Furthermore, the Jiang County People's Hospital was not responsible for rural outreach work, and even if they wanted to visit the remote villages, they lacked the jurisdiction to do so.
"Good sister, where have you been? You've finally returned," Jia Baoyu said, stretching lazily and sitting up from the bed with a grin.
Aunt Xue, Aunt Li, Li Wan, and Wang Xifeng also chimed in with persuasion. Li Wen raised her beautiful eyes to glance at Jia Yu, let out a soft sigh, and lowered her graceful head in silence.
Yet the divine light grew ever brighter, contrasting against the night sky as if another magnificent moon were rising into the center of the heavens.
This left the village head and the villagers panic-stricken, causing them to flee back to their homes. That very night, the old village head, along with the former master of Doctor Xu and the person who had administered the poison that evening, appeared wandering dazed and absent-minded through the streets.
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In essence, Bai Sen did not care for wandering about. If he could, he would rather stay in one place and enjoy a moment of quiet time—though this came with one prerequisite: he needed something to amuse himself with. Otherwise, he would rather drag his shut-in cells outside for a stroll to find some entertainment.
It was as if a crescent moon, slender as a sickle, hung high in mid-air, its clear silver radiance briefly overpowering the daylight. Endless silver radiance poured down like dense, crisscrossing sword qi, obliterating all things in existence.
This round of drinks left both hosts and guests completely satisfied. When Jiang De returned to his quarters, Wang Jin and the others were already waiting inside.
However, one had to distinguish between different kinds of people. As someone who had been through it, Liingshan naturally understood everything one experienced during an awakening: extreme high fever, delirium, and the sensation of one's entire body's blood boiling and burning.
A purple Qi immediately permeated the space, covering everything. The two figures clashed continuously; the Saint Body roared, and the Divine Body howled, shattering the void and everything before them.
Ye Chen was completely stunned. Before he could react, his lips were enveloped by a warm, moist sensation, accompanied by an even more intoxicating fragrance that left one enchanted.
With a deafening crash, the most dazzling light erupted from the center of the Emperor-Slaying Halberd and the Heavenly Sword, spreading in all directions and sweeping across this expanse of the cosmos. Numerous galaxies were destroyed, and countless stars were reduced to fragments.
Jiang De looked at Yue Fei and saw him meticulously checking his weapons, equipment, and horse saddles. Disregarding his age, he looked every bit like a warrior about to march into battle. No wonder Wang Ming, with his military background, liked Yue Fei so much; in the army, someone with such habits was bound to be the most reliable comrade.
At this moment, the flowering tree had turned completely black. The originally pink blossoms had all transformed into blood-dripping eyeballs, and the hanging branches were actually human intestines.
As a cultivator at the late stage of the Mahayana realm, Mo Jinzhong was left drenched in sweat just from casting a spell on a cultivator at the Nascent Soul realm. One could easily imagine that the spell Mo Jinzhong unleashed must be a top-tier incantation.
At this time, Liu Rushuo only thought that Lin Tianliang excelled in bare-handed combat and perhaps knew how to use some weapons. Had she known he was also capable of vaulting over walls and flying across roofs, she certainly wouldn't have thought she lacked the time.
Amidst the sound of cracking bones and snapping tendons, a heavily tattooed ruffian screamed and was sent flying three or four meters away.
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Thinking Fang Que would find it distasteful, I was surprised when he merely glanced at me indifferently, started the ignition, and drove the car out of the freezing underground parking lot.
The reason this tattooed thug dared to be so arrogant was simply because an "information gap" had led him to make a completely erroneous judgment.
Xu Huo didn't dwell on it too much; he had never harmed anyone and only ever exacted a toll for passage. Evidently, Qingxuzi's primary motive was simply to keep people away from Immortal Peak so he could enjoy some peace and quiet.
Although this world was vast, the poor lacked food to eat, money for medical care, and clothes for warmth. No matter how ceaselessly they farmed, it remained difficult just to fill their stomachs.
The Bone-Adhering Mask was sealed with restrictions; removing it by force would strip away the flesh of the face along with it, unless Mo Jinzhong personally lifted the restriction.
Normally, martial artists who had just made a breakthrough needed to vent their excess energy—perhaps through sparring and practicing boxing, or perhaps by visiting a brothel.
"This is going to be a good show!" Many people thought to themselves with quiet excitement. Perhaps they bore no personal grudge against Qin Fan, but the dark undercurrent of human nature still made them subconsciously yearn for a fight.
She had also previously sent people to look for Jiang Hao, but during this brief period, Jiang Hao had been cultivating the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts alongside Yang Jian, so naturally, those searches came up empty.
When they finally walked over to the group, they saw Song Heng earnestly trying to dissuade someone, while Song Qi wore a resolute expression, clearly refusing to budge.
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