Volume 1, Chapter 32: Intuition Whispered That Xiao Ling Was Someone Who Wasn't Short of Cash!

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Whether it is the Silver-headed Snake, the Silver Tick, or the White-headed Artemisia herb, none of these existed on Earth originally. They are all the result of mutations in Earth’s species following the convergence of celestial bodies and the invasion of alien energy.

"Sigh!" everyone lamented, wondering when this endless cycle of slaughter would ever end.

Ye Ge was momentarily confused by her sudden shift in mood, but he took three stalks of the Blood-Healing Orchid from her hand and handed them back to her.

Driven by desperation, he decided to overcome everything with sheer willpower! At the very least, he had to hold on until he finished his "important business" before collapsing. With eyelids that threatened to droop at any moment, he rolled his eyes, wheezed heavily, and took one arduous step after another toward Si Feng.

But... just as she was laughing heartily, Zhang Acai suddenly reached out and blocked the scroll, preventing her from continuing to read.

Gong Yuyue’s pupils contracted slightly. Her tears made his heart ache, but he hid it deep in his eyes, never letting it show.

People kept running over to greet Zhang Yunze. He had truly become famous now; the match against the Japanese team had been broadcast nationwide, allowing many to remember his face.

Gong Yuyue lazily raised an eyebrow, appearing indifferent, though his black eyes, fixed upon her, sparked with deep displeasure.

"Yes, yes... it absolutely cannot be kept with the Empress Mother. I will go to the Empress Dowager’s bedchamber right now!" He trembled as he propped himself up, having regained a shred of composure from his overwhelming panic.

Ye Ge scratched his head in embarrassment. He glanced at Bian Mengchan and Shen Xu, and with a wink at the latter, he expressed his genuine admiration.

Tuantuan felt uneasy, hoping that Lin Fan would be broad-minded enough not to hold a grudge against him.

Facing the warm and gentle sunlight, with light and cheerful steps, Jiabei embarked on another day of commuting to work.

Would it be better to add a touch of poetry to the ending? Something that appeals to both refined and popular tastes might just provide that finishing touch.

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A warrior like Qin Tian, accustomed to firm ground, had suddenly boarded a ship; how could he possibly get used to it in just a day or two?

Because Xiao Yelong had previously said he would take her horseback riding in the hunting grounds, Daohua had dressed in a clean, sharp outfit for this visit.

Once the formation was set, it was just like the Stone Sentinel Maze of Zhuge Kongming; once an opponent fell into the trap, there was basically no escape, leaving them only to be executed.

These desperadoes were actually using Shao Yinghua’s life to threaten him. How could he remain indifferent? The situation made it difficult for him to choose.

After getting off the train, Lin Fan arrived at the station. The issue was that there were too many replies on his social media feed. He planned to reply to everyone individually—after all, they were all potential targets for his charm, and what if one of them got jealous?

He then crouched down, sliced open Jiang Liu’er’s distended belly, and pulled out a chubby baby who looked like he had been carved from pink jade.

But she was strong. She knew she had been tricked, and she quickly quelled the anger and resentment in her heart. She knew full well that calling the police would be useless; given the status of those individuals, why would they fear the law?

But it was too late. The man had already bitten down on a fake tooth concealed in his mouth. The poison inside leaked out, instantly killing him before he could even utter a final word. It showed just how twisted the people of the Tang Sect truly were.

"You got it!" The stall owner cut three jin of ribs, packed them in a plastic bag, and handed them to Big Bucktooth, who paid by scanning a QR code with his phone.

After all, not everyone was as gifted as Ye Wuda, who possessed the Nine Dragon Heavenly Veins. Thus, Ye Wuda could only use vast resources to forcibly hammer his cultivation level into shape.

Therefore, every time Chen Hao took a step, he melted a circle into the snow. As he walked along, the path behind him, once flat and pristine snow, looked as if it had been scorched by a great fire—it was hauntingly bizarre!

Zhou Yi continued, "Our United Hotels are quite famous outside the province now, and many people from other provinces even want to join as franchisees!"

As his foot landed, the pressure above his head, already heavy, surged violently. Simultaneously, Xiao Yan’s shoulders involuntarily sank, but he immediately forced himself to stand tall, enduring it with sheer grit.

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Strangely, Zhou Ping’s aunt had not died. She was still breathing, and her heartbeat was steady; yet, the heart monitor failed to detect it, continuing to blare its alarm incessantly.

Several days passed, and nothing happened in the capital. Everything seemed calm, but the more peaceful it appeared, the more uneasy Zhang Jinnan felt. He sensed it was the calm before a storm, unsure of when it would erupt.

Xiao Fei leaped and plunged into the blood cloud. Inside, it was all blinding red, like rivers formed from the convergence of countless lives. The blood flowed continuously, and the killing intent within was terrifying. If someone with weak magic were to enter this cloud, they would be frightened to death.

"Can't I take photos for someone else?" Nezha realized he had let something slip and hurriedly tried to explain.

After finishing the two characters, Wang Kai floated away, sitting cross-legged in the void, watching with a playful expression.

"Yes, Young Master. There is a ninety percent chance that it is Mu Ran." Chen Su’s wording was cautious, perhaps even overly so.

Upon hearing this age, a commotion broke out in the training room, and if one listened closely, one could hear sneers of disdain.

Sure enough, everyone saw that two people had already provided evidence that they had killed two Qi-refining stage-one members of the East Sea Sect.

He was filled with a sense of urgency. The Young Master’s habit was that a loud drum didn't need a heavy hammer; if his investigation of the "Underworld" showed no progress, by the time the Young Master was able to command the Embroidered Uniform Guard, his own value as a "Hidden Man" would be in jeopardy. This was something he could not allow.