44 The King of Curses (V)

It is well known that the Gods, Demons, and Celestials have been at war for tens of thousands of years, but now the three races coexist peacefully within the city of Yaoyuan.

Gu Nanzhen attributed Ling Wu's deep affection to the fact that he had recently rescued her from a blazing fire, and he used this incident to offer his explanation.

The eldest sister remained standing, using her sleeve to cover her face. Her sobs were inaudible, save for the large, heavy tears that plummeted onto the tabletop, instantly soaking a patch of wood.

"An angel? What is an angel?" Seeing the three of them chatting animatedly, Zheng Chunjie could not help but ask with a puzzled expression.

Because Helian Shu's cultivation was merely at the first layer of the Condensing Dan realm, before Lin Kun—a freak of nature who could effortlessly crush experts at the late stage of the Condensing Dan realm—he was no different from a helpless child with no strength to truss a chicken.

Butler Lu looked ahead, his expression burning with fervent hope yet fraught with deep anxiety and agonizing conflict. Pointing forward, he said, "Yue'er, look over there. Isn't it breathtakingly beautiful?" His tone carried a lingering sigh, along with a trace of profound yearning.

Among them all, Nangong was by far the most wretched. Her cultivation had always been slightly inferior to Helian Xue's by half a tier; even if she wished to resist, it only resulted in her being bullied all the more ruthlessly.

Zhang Ziming and Ye Tong exchanged glances and let out simultaneous sighs of relief, smiling silently as they watched the joyful crowd.

The man's lips curved slightly upward, and the long whip in his hand lashed out toward the predicted path of the charging fierce beast.

Hearing the sneers and chuckles from the audience below the stage, Wang Bao's gaze instantly turned razor-sharp. He glared down at the crowd, and those spectators who had been laughing immediately snapped their mouths shut.

Yun Zhi looked across at Dongfang Bu, then cast her gaze down toward the base of the mountain. In the span of just that single hour, her hands had already gathered a vast amount of intelligence.

Because he was cut from the same cloth, Meng Xingyuan was able to see right through him at a glance, despite Xiong Ba's excellent disguise.

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However, when Lin Qi saw how sallow and dim each of their complexions were, a sharp pang of distress twitched at his heart; it was abundantly clear that the physical health of the people here was quite poor.

Could it be that Han Yiqian and Ning Yun had known each other before? Furthermore, judging by their posture, did they seem to harbor some sort of past grievance?

Just as Yun Zhi turned around, preparing to return to her chambers, a guard carrying a steaming bowl of medicinal decoction walked past her after offering a bow, heading in the direction of Gong Chenjian's room.

After memorizing this section of the content, Qiu Yue sat cross-legged carefully on the bed, running through the incantations and profound insights of the immortal arts contained within the book.

"Talk trash no longer! Everyone has seen with their own eyes how I have conducted myself. It is simply that certain people harbor improper motives and harbor designs they ought not to, yet they turn around and blame others. Don't think I can't see through it." Song Cailian cast a pointed look in the direction of Ruanwei.

This seemingly simple sword strike possessed an extraordinary profundity, as if what he wielded was not merely a sword, but rather encapsulated an indescribable Dao of the sword.

Yet in the face of such a situation, who would still dare to linger and watch the spectacle? Their hearts were suspended tightly in their throats. Before long, Jing Ba came panting and running over.

For so many days, Gu Jinhuan had not stepped a foot outside. Today the weather was fine, so he thought of taking her out to give her a chance to relax and unwind.

Composing her expression, she reached out to take Helan Jin's hand, but Helan Jin instinctively flinched backward. A deep sense of estrangement seemed to have grown between the two of them.

Chu Hemeng glanced back at the theater, recalling the awkward silence just moments before. She nonetheless followed behind them, treading upon the fluttering snowflakes all the way to the end of the street, where a desperately familiar Land Rover came into view.

Yet this lingering yearning that clung to her like a shadow—could it be severed at will by her own heart? Leng Yue felt entirely uncertain within her chest.

His smile faltered for a fraction of a second, followed by a flash of anger in his eyes, though he ultimately remained restrained. I paid no further heed to that bastard.

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"What should we do now? The people from the public relations department will be here at any moment," He Lu said with a light cough.

The words Jun Sheng had spoken were still revolving within her mind. If the heart is truly free, naturally it cannot be bound. All those things that imposed constraints upon her were merely external forces, entirely unworthy of fear. Sooner or later, she would properly arrange everything concerning them and smoothly depart from this place that had broken her heart.

"When such a thing happened, how is it that no one told me a single word?" Just as Ailuos unleashed one attack after another to no avail, entangled by a growing and crushing sense of helplessness, the voice of Fols suddenly sounded beside her ear.

Han Sheng had originally been certain that Ge Qi could not possibly be Yuan Qiqi, but because of a single sentence from her, hope was reignited in the depths of his heart.

Ye Xiaohan could not afford to be so foolish. At present, she wished nothing more than to distance herself as far from Chu Yifeng as possible, let alone return to work at the Chu Corporation.

Ling Han vanished from the Soul-斷魂谷 (Valley of Broken Souls) in the blink of an eye. In truth, he was fully capable of taking Zhi Ling out of the valley to live in the outside world, but he could not guarantee absolute protection for Zhi Ling every single second, so leaving Zhi Ling within the valley was the safest course of action.

Her greatest harvest from this expedition to the mystic realm was precisely these spiritual plants. If she could successfully cultivate and propagate them in batches once brought to the outside world, her future supply of spiritual stones would be boundless.

"I speak a little bit," Anisi said with modest humility, though judging by the complete lack of awkwardness in her phrasing, she was likely fluent in Mandarin.

Sensing that Feng Linghao possessed extraordinary martial prowess, coupled with so many capable subordinates—judging by their well-drilled movements, uniform attire, and weaponry equipment—this was undoubtedly a force far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

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