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The Old Demon violated sect rules by sneaking out, but since he did it to help Lian and Lu, it is only reasonable that they should pay the fines incurred. It is entirely fair, not the least bit excessive, and stands to reason by any standard.

Thinking of the horrific scene at the Shadowless Villa, Li Yijie feared that this situation was likely even worse. "The demonic cultists have committed so many atrocities; we must make them pay in blood!" Lu Qian clenched his fists tightly, but after a long moment, he let them go in defeat.

After finishing our Western-style meal with Zhao Qin, we wandered the streets for a while. Then, Zhao Qin received a phone call—presumably from her grandfather. About ten minutes later, a car arrived to pick her up. The driver was Uncle Nan, the bodyguard and chauffeur I had met in the city of Du.

Cheng Yitian doted on her deeply. He took her glowing hands into his own warm palms, his steady gaze filled with a smile as he reassured her not to worry.

But then I realized, that wasn't right. If the opponent had already suppressed the Purple Fir Sword Master, why would they release him? This was a ruse; it was a trap to fish for information.

I shook my head, thinking I had misread the situation. When I looked again, I noticed her gaze had turned cold. It seemed I really had been mistaken. How could someone from the Jiang family look at me with concern? The Jiang family were my enemies; they should hate me.

However, all her preparations were made for the enemy's regular troops. Against spellcasters who would never approach the front lines, her defenses were completely useless; in fact, they were counterproductive, as those spellcasters partially neutralized her tactical layout.

They could not accept such cruel methods of extermination. Even if she were an evil spirit, wouldn't a single strike of heavenly lightning or a stab from a peach-wood sword suffice? That was how it always happened in television dramas.

"By the way, what is your name? I’ve just been calling you Demon Lord," Dongfang Jun asked in high spirits.

Why—she almost blurted out. But she didn't ask. The sharpness of his intellect frightened her. Surrounded by secrets as she was, how she longed to reveal the whole truth. But what would be the result of total honesty? How much could he truly accept?

Seeing that after all this time, Xue Ming had no intention of solving the problem, Tu Lei grew resentful. He squinted at Xue Ming and grumbled.

This was the most humiliating battle the Spirit Child had ever experienced. Someone who could have fought a God King was now being bullied into the dirt by three demigods.

After the youth vanished, the four of them dropped their expressions and stood quietly, waiting for Shentian to wake. Although Shentian was unconscious, his mind was remarkably clear. He was slowly reviewing the information the mysterious youth had transmitted to him.

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Watching Fang Henghai and Cheng Ting below, Ling Yuan’s bright eyes flickered, and a ripple of emotion appeared on her delicate face. It seemed these two old men were truly desperate.

Alas, no matter how powerful the divine force of the Thousand God Slash was, the treasure furnace remained as steady as Mount Tai. It did not budge, not even a tremor.

That afternoon, in a high-end boutique in the capital, Ye Luo and Leng Ruobing walked in hand-in-hand. They were there to try on their groomsman and bridesmaid outfits.

Within the seemingly cold habits of the Cloud Tribe lies their most sincere and warm hearts.

Lufier turned to the back to gather some items, but Nian noticed some people nearby seemingly snickering at her. Perhaps it was because she could only take on low-level missions, but even in work, doesn't everything have to start from the basics?

The disciples of the Lingshan Sect, who had just been looking down on Long Teng, now watched him with expressions of profound admiration.

But with her stomach hurting so much today, she suddenly realized she wasn't as afraid of pain as she thought. What worried her most now was whether this potential premature labor would affect the child in her womb.

The gravity around her had shifted; the gravitational pull acting upon her had increased more than a thousandfold.

He had intended to use Zhou Li to establish his authority, but it now seemed that would be difficult. He had to find a way to save Mao Shen.

The emergence of this technology enabled the fundamental techniques Zhou Li needed to forge a Fifth-Generation God Body.

What was even more detestable was that for the past six months, Yu Hui had toiled from dawn till dusk to save up a few hundred yuan, which she kept at the store. All of it had ended up in Zhang Mingzhu's pockets.

Before this, he had mostly learned of Danzo from forums in his past life. After coming to this world and experiencing Danzo's schemes firsthand, his general impression was that of a calculating, blindly arrogant old villain.

Some special materials cannot be manufactured instantly; they require a long process of synthesis before the required high-grade materials can be selected.

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Qiu Wanlong was not to be feared; his rank was only one star higher than Wang Baobao's. This outcome had long been anticipated by Li Guanghui and Yang Siqing.

If he were to take action, given Ye Fei's personality, the martial arts world of Jiangzhou City would undoubtedly be plunged into a storm of blood.

In the past, Jiang Yu had always complained that hiking was too bitter and exhausting, and even if one reached Tongtai Temple, there was no guarantee of getting a bowl of plain noodles.

Because she always had a correct assessment of herself, she could calmly accept the fact that others were superior to her; she felt envy, but never jealousy.

Upon hearing this, A-Sang felt happy for Hua Yafu for a moment, but then, thinking of her own Prince, she couldn't help but grow anxious.

"Mr. Cen clearly said today that you didn't know and had never seen it," Xie Changjun said, looking at him teasingly.

Young Master Niu was clearly dissatisfied with the current situation. In Wuquan Village, in order to find the whereabouts of the specific medicine for his injuries, he had been maintaining a friendly demeanor toward a village girl like Lanlan.

Liu Jiaojiao pursed her lips, thinking in a daze: Could he have fallen for her?

To hell with your "mercy." If it weren't for this mercy, would they have to be beaten black and blue for years just to even touch the gate back home?