Volume 1 Chapter 37 Who Is That Boy

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As Lanlan was thinking this, she was just about to enter the courtyard when she suddenly sensed a similar fluctuation of spiritual energy not far away. She could not help but pause, and then a bright, delighted smile spread across her face. She had been thinking that Mo Ling would reach the Foundation Establishment stage within the next few days, but she had never expected him to do so on the very same day as Ting'er.

Ying Zheng suddenly chuckled softly, attempting to break the awkward atmosphere created by their silence. Looking at Qin Qing, he said, “Didn’t we just sound like two children bickering?”

Recalling what had just happened, Qin Qing could not help laughing as well.

“Even among the seven kingdoms that stand side by side today, the differences in strength are obvious at a glance. If a weaker kingdom refuses to strive for progress, then in the long run, it will inevitably repeat the mistakes of history, gradually perish, and be swallowed up by a stronger nation.” Qin Qing stopped herself in time, unwilling to continue.

But the moment Yang Ling entered the Demon Realm, it would be equivalent to opening a door connecting to the Demon Realm from within it. Yang Ling would never again be able to find his way back. Unless he could tear through space, he would remain trapped in the Demon Realm forever, unable to escape.

“Traitors? Monsters? In my opinion, most of those are nothing more than excuses used by the charlatans of your temple to kill people!” Wei Fei said with great disdain.

“Sister Qing, that was Brother Wang who called.” Seeing how Qin Qing acted as though they were old acquaintances, Ying Zheng felt deeply embarrassed and tugged lightly at her sleeve, reminding her that Wang Jian had not yet agreed.

Now, apart from Dong Zhe, only three die-hard followers remained at the Jeet Kune Do academy.

“Honey, suppose you had never met me. Of all the people you know now, if you had to marry one, whom would you choose?” Lin Xi loved the tenderness that followed their madness. Talking at times like this made her feel supremely happy.

“What is it?” The empress’s face became a picture of panic. She took two steps backward and pretended to lose her balance, though inwardly she was overjoyed.

“What evidence could I possibly have? Let’s leave everything to the police. They’ll get to the bottom of it anyway.” Gu Yi gave a helpless smile, a bitter curve appearing at the corners of her lips. It was as though any evidence she produced would be feeble and useless.

However, the moment Wu Liang saw Zhu Tianjiu, he involuntarily remembered how Zhu Tianjiu’s wife, He Xiangying, had carried on an affair with her lover, Luo Yicai.

With great difficulty, he helped her sit up, but eating became another problem. “All right, you can eat now.” She placed the spoon in Qian Chen’s hand.

At that moment, Zhao Ningxue’s pretty face was deathly pale, as though covered by a layer of weak, bloodless snow. Her eyes were somewhat dim, and her hair slightly disheveled.

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“Miss Jin must be thirsty. I’ve brought you some tea.” Jiang Chan smiled with an especially sweet and docile air. Lü Yun hurriedly took the teapot and thanked her repeatedly.

“I’ll take you back first. Get plenty of rest over the next few days and wait for me to come and marry you!” Lin Ruhai said with a smile as he looked at Jia Min.

Lin Ruhai and Jia Min disembarked from the boat and climbed into a carriage bound for home. A hundred well-trained soldiers followed behind them. Their ostentatious procession once again made the Lin family of East Street the center of attention throughout Suzhou City.

Su Jian spent the entire morning filming with the cast. When he returned to the lounge at noon, he saw that Allen was already there.

“I can’t afford to remain calm now. There are tens of thousands of brothers behind me whose lives are at stake!” Liu Shuang was telling the truth. He had officially become the leader and was no longer the carefree, undisciplined assassin Bloodshade he had once been.

“According to the plan, the moment Ziqi releases the first fluctuation of spiritual energy, we attack together.” Su Xiao issued the order in a low voice.

“Stop wasting your efforts! In this world, even a person of extraordinary talent can defeat a True Immortal cultivator only at the peak of the Void Immortal realm—and most of those opponents have only just entered the True Immortal realm!” The cultivator looked at Fan Yu with disdain.

A warrior had already entered the hall and searched everywhere. It was empty, with nothing inside, yet the knocking grew louder. They found another identical door. One warrior imitated Luo Li and pressed all over its surface, but no matter where he touched, no light appeared.

One of the black bears rose onto its hind legs, standing a full four meters tall. Although they were still far apart, Li Yi could nonetheless feel an overwhelming aura pressing toward him.

“Do you really want to die?” Liu Shuang suddenly asked, staring into Bai Suyu’s eyes. This was the thought buried deepest in Bai Suyu’s heart, and she believed she had not shown it so plainly on her face.

Speaking of this, both Fuyun Nuan’s own name and Yu Pianpian’s name were mentioned. Could it be that Master had already divined this outcome many years ago? Fuyun Nuan suddenly felt uneasy, with the distinct sense that he had been manipulated by someone since long ago.

Xu Qingshan recited each item slowly, but the slower his cadence became, the more rhythmic it sounded. With every word he uttered, it was as though a heavy hammer kept pounding viciously against Huo Yixiang’s chest, while sharp blades pierced directly into his heart. His complexion changed from dark to pale, growing whiter and whiter.

“Which sect or school do you belong to? Do you have a master?” Xuan Wuyu tried to make his words as plain and approachable as possible as he asked slowly.

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Ye Qingcheng could not help giving a whistle, and Long Yu immediately moved his body to block Ye Qingcheng’s view.

Just as Mo Qian Ning and Leng Dianchen were supposed to begin the opening dance, the sound of the door opening rang out, and every gaze turned toward the entrance.

When he discovered what had happened, he immediately boarded an ordinary spaceship and gave chase. Even so, he was a step too late and ended up witnessing the assassination.

“Damn it!” Black Crow ground his teeth. He did not know whether this had been an accident or deliberate, but at this critical moment, losing Dallas, a key high-level combatant, could very well cause the entire plan to fail because of this single mistake.

He had once been so furious that he hired someone to assassinate Xiao Yunmo, but that bastard’s luck had been unbelievably good... With Prince Kang’s misfortune, Jian’an’s troubles, and the empress’s imprisonment, he had finally seen the truth clearly: in his father’s heart, there had always been only one choice for crown prince—and that was Xiao Yunmo.

There were countless mecha warriors throughout the stars. Hundreds had reached the pinnacle of the Apocalypse realm, but there were no more than a handful of War Gods. From ancient times to the present, who knew how many heroes had been unable to break through that final step, leaving them to regret it for the rest of their lives?

Just as he was thinking this, a flash of crimson light appeared before him. The Blood Beauty had actually followed close behind, like his very shadow.

In the past, he might still have shown mercy. But after Mo Qian Ning’s treatment of them, Lan Yuchen understood that the word “mercy” simply did not belong in connection with Mo Qian Ning.

An Ruoran abruptly lifted her head. What? Leng Dianchen still did not intend to forgive her? And he did not even want her to stay? Could that photograph truly be so important to him? What about her, then? Where did she stand?

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