Chapter 17: Memories
Gu Sheng woke up parched.
Dazed, she opened her eyes and found that night had already fallen outside. Since the day she was imprisoned, she hadn’t slept so soundly for a long time. The entire room was pitch black. She got up and realized a blanket, which hadn’t been there before, was draped over her.
Gu Sheng paused for a moment and instinctively glanced toward the slightly ajar door. Without a doubt, it must have been He Wenzhou passing by who did this.
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Ji Hongzhuo sat down directly on the chair that Jiang Muhan had just occupied, spreading the file out on the bed.
In an instant, Zhang Sanxuan’s grandfather appeared by his side, placing a hand on the back of his head.
Yet for some reason, watching Chen Annian eat so happily, Lu Zhongmu began to question his life choices.
But to evolve, Guan Yang also endured the discomfort in his heart and then opened his mouth.
The residents of Rong City walking along the street all stopped, lifting their heads to look at the phantom of the magical beast in the sky.
One clone was nearly evenly matched with the Berserker, slightly suppressed, but four of them—then the one being suppressed was the Berserker himself.
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The space before them was rapidly devoured, creating a strange wormhole that led straight into the temple’s interior.
She felt it necessary to think seriously, lest she ensnare herself. Xiao Cangfeng was a cunning old fox, not someone easily taken advantage of.
In the bitterly cold and barren ghostly lands, the desire to survive always swung to extremes—either abysmally low or fiercely high.
Who would have thought that despite their numerical superiority, despite being the shadow of an entire village, they would be driven to such a desperate state?
“Have you really never left the palace before?” Yizhu asked as the carriage gradually moved away from the palace gates. She then simply entered the carriage, knowing the driver was outside.
“I, Wei…” the Bloodthirsty Night Demon said, not knowing why the words just slipped out. Afterward, he was silent, his vitality gradually fading.
The aura of a late-stage Earth-level warrior was being unleashed with full force by the Nine Extremes. The innate strong warriors nodded silently, all estimating that Liu Yu could not withstand three moves from the Nine Extremes.
Adjacent to these three great mountains, the terrain atop the half-mountain was very peculiar. It was enveloped into a shape resembling a slope.
He also examined the defensive formation and found it quite solid. Attempting an attack without full strength, he still couldn’t break through its defense.
This older sister Qiu Mei must be too proud to admit her results aren’t as good as Yan Xin’s. Since that’s the case, let me handle it.
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“Enough!” His handsome face darkened as he seized her wrist and flung her into the center of the hall.
Jin Xia was very worried and wanted to persuade her, but recalling her own earlier overstepping remarks and Yizhu’s mention of following Prince Ping out of the capital, she felt a lingering fear and dared not say more.
Because the formation’s rebound time was very short, only the two main participants knew what had happened. The others didn’t, which explained why Ziran was now questioning Yan Ye.
Yao Yao trusted Shen Linxian deeply. When Shen Linxian told her to burn the clothes, she immediately packed them up, planning to burn them as soon as she returned.
While Yin Yu handled the anti-air firepower, the infantry on the ground also fired their weapons toward the sky.
Su Su shook her head, not worried at all about the underground beneath Bafang Village. There wasn’t much down there; many creatures had already been devoured by the roots of the mutated bushes.
“Mark? Is something wrong?” Sophie Marceau looked seriously at the red-haired man, Mark. Coupled with the strange earthquake just now, Sophie Marceau had a very bad premonition.
The moment he caught the flower, he suddenly felt his body grow light, like a drifting white cloud gently rising.