Volume 1, Chapter 58: Pei Jing, He Is Inherently a Truly Good Person

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Yang Li's face in the photo was covered in blood and terrifyingly distorted. Xia Dongming had actually used such a photo to frighten a poor child.
The Snow King smiled and waved his hand, "No need for formalities. Since Die'er calls you Preceptor, you must be an apothecary! Apothecaries hold lofty statuses in the cultivation realm. Although our cultivation levels are slightly higher, we will still treat you with courtesy. Someone, bring a seat." Chen Hao nodded slightly and sat down.
When it came to wealth, the Lian Estate had virtually none. The year-round expenses of the household were barely adequate, let alone having any surplus silver.
Suddenly, a notification chime sounded—Lu Shanshan received a text message. She originally did not want to look at it, but being unable to sleep, she took out her phone and checked. It was sent from a local number: Want to know whether Yang Qiqi is dead or alive? Come to the park we were just at, and let us discuss it properly.
He was striving to guide his soul back to his body. Only someone like him, who had undergone nine lifetimes of rebirth, would know what an out-of-body soul experience was and how to make the soul return.
This was not because he feared the monsters inside those buildings, but rather because he worried that staying here for too long would trigger further complications. What if the creature inside that house grew tired of loneliness and came out to trouble him? At that time, fighting it would present a dilemma, and not fighting it would be equally difficult.
Knowing that there was nothing she could do, Tang Luoluo gave a cold, internal chuckle in her heart.
The top floor of this ultra-luxury shopping mall required a supreme black card, generally catering only to high-level VIPs, and required a specific amount of prepaid deposit to swipe and enter.
How could she return all the teasing and trickery that Gu Qianmo had just subjected her to across the dining table?
When Liu Yuan opened his eyes again, the sky had turned completely dark. At this moment, both Zhao Yun and Liu Yi were looking at him with intensely concerned expressions.
Beneath the red lanterns, that silver hibiscus hidden weapon seemed to emit a faint fragrance; amidst its beauty, it was chillingly and dazzlingly cold.
The 1980s was an era where many things still required ration coupons. People were generally poor back then, so there wasn't a massive gap between the rich and the poor.
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However, after Yun Tian experimented, aside from the conceptual universe of the music world, he was unable to form worlds out of any other concepts.
Moreover, she had already shed enough tears and had already spoken too many humble, pride-shredding pleas. Facing Ouyang Zhen and her family, she no longer wanted to expose her vulnerable side for others to look down upon. Therefore, she ate and drank as usual, appearing much more composed.
"Haha..." Hearing Li Feng's self-deprecating remark, the two elderly men could not help but laugh aloud. As they were speaking, Wang Jianguo once again walked over with people, and it turned out to be classmate Chen Apian, whom they had met briefly before.
When experts clash, psychological warfare is also a crucial component. Harden did not move, and Zhang Feng did not move either. Although the two had no direct eye contact, they seemed to perceive everything about each other.
Whenever she looked at her own masterpiece with great satisfaction, she could always feel that the gardener standing nearby seemed to sigh.
Su Mi saw that Qiao Yi went to check on Song Qingwan first instead of looking at the child immediately, and she knew instantly that in Qiao Yi's heart, Song Qingwan was more important than the child.
Meanwhile, several disciples guarding the mountain gate also wore looks of pleasant surprise, as if they had encountered some famous figure. Their expressions were respectful, and they vied with one another to offer praise.
Oh my goodness, Forman is actually starting to think! Yang Yi looked coldly at Forman, wondering how this stubborn blockhead had suddenly become enlightened. He wasn't even jumping into the traps already dug for him—this really wasn't a good sign. But since Forman was his chief mage after all, Yang Yi still had to give him some explanation.
The moment he spotted them, Du Luo immediately hugged the roadside and headed in the opposite direction. Those people were ruffians from the slums, and their leader went by the nickname Fierce Tiger—he could not afford to provoke them.
"Pfft!" Huyan Tong was also startled, spraying a mouthful of rice wine and coughing uncontrollably.
"Merely a flood, why should the Old Dragon King be so worried? Could it be that you are agonizing over your Dinghai Shenzhen (Golden Cudgel)!" the Three-Eyed Demon King asked with a strange expression.
Rainwater streamed down the eaves in a torrent, washing the bluestone slabs underneath until they gleamed with a dark, verdant luster. Chen Zimeng sat back down on the chair beneath the eaves, and Fenghuo approached closely, shaking his head slightly.
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When he spoke of an "old friend," he was undoubtedly ridiculing Wang Shen for impersonating his disciple, only he chose not to expose it directly in front of everyone.
With those words, her head slumped heavily onto the table with a dull thud. Xia Nuan's forehead collided with the surface and remained motionless.
He had not expected that after only three days, the First Prince would send his trusted aide, Fenir, to personally pick up Avi and travel together to the White Orphanage. Philisity was also accompanying Avi, and Bradley had given his permission.
"Then lead the way for us. How can we get to that true Fierce Spirit City?" Su Wuzhi suddenly asked.
Tan Zhenqi's warning was not just an idle threat. Almost on the very next day, a brand-new sect rule was established.
"Elder brother, I am late." A young man walked into the banquet hall, accompanied by another youth. It was none other than Riel, a cadre of the rebel army who had plotted to capture Fide.
Wang Guang, the deputy captain, had witnessed these people's abilities. He himself could not produce willpower attacks, nor could he dissolve the energy of an elite third-turn powerhouse without killing them—that wasn't just crippling the opponent; it was a special sealing technique.
Goria? Fide looked into the other's eyes. Ludwig was as calm as ever. He paid no heed to the countless enemies attacking the city outside, as though they were merely the ebb and flow of the tide that would eventually recede.
Although the four major factions jointly imposed a news blackout, some information still leaked to the outside world, inevitably attracting families from many other cities.
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