Chapter 50: Plot-Enforced Closed Loop

The servants in the villa had all fled, and with the arrival of police cars, the entire villa district was in a commotion. Liu Cuiyun's former mahjong companions craned their necks to watch, their faces a mix of disdain and terror.

Seeing the playful look in that NPC's eyes, Long Tian already guessed his intentions. Since the other person was just playing with him, was there any need to give him a serious answer?

You Luo was also startled and hurriedly put Fairy Xiao down, placing his hand under her nostrils to feel a faint breath.

The Big Dipper Seven-Star Formation? No, it looked like it, but actually wasn't? What kind of combination technique was this?

Through subsequent observation, Ming Yilian found that the middle-aged man before her looked rather familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

As soon as his voice trailed off, Peng Cheng had already strode forward, eager to catch a glimpse of Jian Ning.

After a brief pause, Nong Qingjun said with a triumphant expression, "I figured you might need medicinal ingredients, so I started collecting them for you a long time ago! Let's go, I'll take you to get them." With that, he walked straight into the house.

Brother Chen's original intention was to let me rest and head to the base only after I had fully recovered, but I felt I had rested enough and was afraid my mother would try to keep me, so I shifted the responsibility onto Brother Nian.

However, only Jian Ning knew that when Gu Jingchen embraced her waist, he gave her a teasing pinch, his fingers moving restlessly over the thin fabric to provoke her. Teachers were truly too good to students—so good that he ended up on her bed.

In case anything went wrong, it was the white lotus's patent anyway, and we were just "doing a good deed with bad intentions." Besides, what could possibly happen? Could using more soap and washing one's hands more often be fatal? That would be ridiculous. At worst, it would just be ineffective.

Jokes aside, as a mother, Zhang Ai'i was deeply concerned about Lin Yixue's health.

Highway 8 Club. Its headquarters occupied the top floor of a skyscraper in the downtown area. In truth, there was nothing particularly special about it; they established this place simply to provide club members with a place to gather and unwind outside of street racing.

"They are the elite sent by the Capital Special Operations Unit," Zhang Yuan said, pointing to these people.

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With her body restrained, the advantage of speed could no longer be brought into play. The only thing Meng Fan had time to do was to grab "Niu Yunqiang" by the chin to prevent his teeth from sinking into him.

Enveloped within this radiance was a fruit, which to this day still emitted a fragrance no less potent than before, permeating the entire depths of Qing Lin's mind.

"I'll give you one day to smooth this matter over. Otherwise, get lost, and I mean what I say!" Song Sichen slammed the phone down and offered a helpless smile to Lawyer Jia.

At this moment, both of them were drenched in sweat, Lin Yixue's face flushed pink like a ripe apple, making one want to take a bite right then and there.

After five years of growth, the scale of the Mountain Puppets had expanded considerably. Fran stood inside the soul laboratory, looking at the dozens of neatly arranged skill production lines before him, listening to the deafening roar of machinery, a complex emotion rising within his heart.

"So those two guys kept attacking me earlier because you were pulling the strings behind the scenes!" Dongfang Xiao finally figured out the cause of the matter.

Yet ever since the passage was sealed three hundred years ago and true monarchs could no longer enter the realm, these people had disregarded royal authority—as evident from the fact that they proclaimed themselves kings.

"..." Mu Shiwan cast an odd glance at Wei Yao. It turned out that ever since they had just reunited, when he acted disdainful and spoke to her harshly, he had secretly already been putting his hands on her.

The Western Emperor spoke again: "There is another way to completely annihilate an emperor, for instance... destroying that layer of heaven. Of course, the difficulty is too immense. If it were truly that simple, after slaying the Earth Emperor back then, they wouldn't have allowed him to revive."

Sister Na's movements paused as she looked Wen Shu up and down once more, her perspective of this newcomer shifting slightly.

Jin Ke handed the items to Wen Shu. Wen Shu reached out to take them and noticed that the rain had stopped, so she simply put away her umbrella, only to realize that this was the very same Wen Shu who had come to discuss the advertising collaboration with her the other day.

"Let me try!" Hearing that Xiao Sa was injured, Qi Xuan could no longer care about anything else. She stepped forward to communicate with the soldiers guarding the hospital entrance.

"All right, let's head in then." Ji Muqing did not dare to lag too far behind the school pineapple and followed closely.

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By now she also knew that Pang Tong, who had devised strategies for Han Sui, was likewise one of the murderers of Ma Teng.

"Ghost knows! But I can guarantee this guy will be completely fine," Wang Ann said, shaking his head. Most of his stamina had already recovered.

Yet never in his wildest dreams did he expect that Qi Jie, despite his unremarkable background, had three such renowned elder sisters, leaving him dumbfounded for a moment.

However, Wunqi keenly noticed a kaleidoscope hanging from her waist—an exceptionally exquisite kaleidoscope crafted by the madman Dige.

He found that as more and more people regained their abilities, they also became increasingly difficult to control. Although everyone's goal was how to escape this place, everyone had their own ideas, rendering them as scattered as loose sand.

Yet now, the rare beasts had all fled to the Tree of Peace to escape the war. A breeze swept through the streets, and the only things moving across the ground were scattered leaves, painting a scene of utter desolation.

At this moment, the fierce warrior Arislen sauntered in reeking of alcohol. He insisted on sparring with Aliyan, and as a result, a few punches knocked Aliyan down into a helpless, bruised state resembling a panda.

Perhaps having remained silent for too long and wishing to strike up a conversation, Lu Qingqing tilted her head, her eyes curving into smiling crescents.

No matter how much he disparaged himself, Lu Qi did not care. Having chased persistently after Xue'er, he already felt deeply aggrieved, yet comparing him to Xue'er—any man would be infuriated, for that concerned a man's dignity.

The patriarch of Fan Yuzhe's family shared the same view. They had been too careless just now; if Si Jiaming were to charge forward with a massive fleet of spacecraft right now, they could carve a path through the enemy lines purely through attrition.

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