Quite the angler.

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Returning to her room, she felt quite unsettled. She gulped down two large glasses of cold water before the frantic pounding in her chest finally subsided.
"You look so seductive; those men from the Lingyun Sect will surely have their way with you, hehe!" Long Yue giggled lewdly.
Ye Tian lay on his recliner, gazing up at the vast starry sky and the dim moonlight, feeling quite content.
I continued eating, spreading a bit of meat sauce and finishing half a fried egg, when I suddenly looked up and found Yan Mobai still watching me.
"Dad, Gou Dan brought back a pound of minced meat, it's all chopped up; let's make cabbage dumplings for lunch." As she spoke, she took the lunchbox out of her bag—the same one Xu Xiangyang had used to carry chicken the night before.
Luo Sheng asked Xu Zilin about the others; reuniting with the rest of the group was the most important thing right now.
At this moment, a slight bitterness welled up in his heart. He couldn't help but think about how Ye Qinghuan had treated Ye Lanling the night before, yet he showed no anger and still smiled at Ye Qinghuan just the same today.
In full public view, with everyone watching, he had ordered his servants to commit murder, killing over a dozen people on the spot. As the rumors spread, the count grew from a dozen to dozens, then hundreds, but no matter the number, human lives had been lost.
Seeing the number of zombies increasing in the surroundings, Gao Fan started running, quickly moving away from the combat zone.
"Is it me?..." Liang Hao's eyes filled with even greater suspicion. He sensed that the other party held no hostility, but he still clutched his precious body tightly, preventing it from escaping.
In the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, Mi Shu sat quietly in a private box, sipping tea. Several young women holding pipa were performing for her; the mournful, lingering music only made one feel lonely and aggrieved.
Fortunately, the market vendor was very reliable and would prepare a special ice box for Yue Yi so he could bring the grouper home.
"Wu Yifan! I worked so hard to raise you to adulthood, is this how you repay your father?" Father Fan looked at the unfilial son before him, his eyes seemingly ready to spit fire.

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She pushed while calling out Lola's name. The way Mei Feiran acted today made her feel terrified.
She had been scared to death just moments ago, genuinely believing some intruder had broken in, only to find it was her second brother stumbling through the door.
Clearly, her husband did not truly want to know; on the contrary, he had sensed something, and therefore, out of fear, he dared not find out the truth.
She could not reprimand him, yet this Mei Qingli, with his constant and drastic shifts in temperament, left her feeling deeply uneasy.
She had exhausted every idea she could think of, and even conducted research online to brainstorm collective solutions.
A smile returned to her face, as if she had seen Old Dai wake up and smile back at her.
For the following two days, Qin Yu seemed to fade from Lin Xi's life; the two did not meet or communicate.
Zu Li immediately understood her intent and set up another sound-dampening barrier, this time using his full cultivation power.
Murong Shu sighed inwardly. She had been exposed. It seemed she could no longer travel with them; otherwise, if they encountered danger, they would inevitably be used as human shields, which was not something she wanted to see.
"Is this the 'scent of flowers' in the 'wind' that Mr. Malfoy mentioned?" Karl did not look at the next report but raised his head to confirm with Professor Carlo.
The people on the other side had barely answered before they began to bicker. The target of their ridicule was, of course, the mage; when it came to traveling, mages were simply no match for swordsmen and warriors.
Fei Ma-baha's crazed expression froze instantly, and even the distortion from the corruption slowed significantly.
The man had no time to react before his chest was pierced. He let out a shriek, was instantly gravely wounded, and lost the ability to fight.

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Once in the car, Lin Xi tilted her head to look at him. It had only been a day or two, but Cheng Si seemed to have grown much more haggard.
A shadow suddenly fell over her, and before Lin Xi could react, her phone was snatched away.
"You are cheating at the Holy Academy!" an elder from the Nanchu Liuyun Palace questioned. "It is clear that our Xian'er was first. This brat just pulls out a token and you call it the ninth one? Who would believe that?"
As time passed, after watching it nearly a thousand times, a clue finally emerged. At the beginning of the Great Emperor of Fengdu's technique, the Thirty-Three Heavens seemed to imbue him with a unique aura, making the power of the otherwise tyrannical palm print more than ten times stronger than it had been originally.
Seeing us return, Uncle Nine asked anxiously, "Why are you only back now? Did you find it?" I took the mayapple leaf out of my backpack for Uncle Nine. As I did, everyone saw the wound on my chest where I had just been scratched by a wildcat.
Lin Bo looked in shock at the empty vital energy barrier. To enter the second floor, one had to use the vital energy within their body, otherwise, it was impossible to pass. Yet, the benefactor had entered so easily without using any vital energy at all—it was truly impressive.
"Complete nonsense! Do you think you can deceive me with such tricks?" The master shouted at Yan'er.
Cybertron, which was originally metal, was undergoing massive changes. On the surface of the planet and deep within its core, countless parts were constantly rotating and reconfiguring.
However, the targets of those artillery beasts were not yet Wang Hou's side, and the sporadic cannon fire was blocked entirely by several devil fruit users with natural-type abilities.
"Essence blood? Why would I want your essence blood?" Instead of answering Ye Zhuo's question, Hu Ling'er asked one in return, her expression dazed, like a seven or eight-year-old child asking an adult about something they didn't understand.