Volume 1, Chapter 66: My Son, Is He Still Alive?

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Slowly opening her eyes, the scene before her made her freeze for a moment, followed by a sudden scalp-tingling sensation.

However, she didn't care about all that anymore. Once she figured things out, she felt an incomparable sense of relief, and without bothering whether Qingyi was still there, she bolted outside.

This kind of pain was not unfamiliar to Qiao Luo; on her and Fu Qinyu's wedding night, it had felt just like this.

Fortunately, those thugs hadn't noticed me. Watching them walk past the clothing store, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, let's call it a day. Chatting with you made me miss dinner, and remember, you still owe me a grand seafood feast!" Qin Hui curled his lip and rolled his eyes at me.

Bid farewell to Zhuge Liang, Zhao Lin walked all the way toward the center of the trading market, intending to find Derr to turn in his current side quest.

He was naturally aware of the siege at the East Heavenly Gate, but he hadn't rushed over immediately because he was the patriarch of the Xia clan. If anything were to happen to him, the entire Xia clan would fall into an abyss of eternal damnation.

Indeed, since the person wasn't around, I might as well just look for someone else. Anyway, whatever belongs to the principal, you can just take it; if you want to find someone, you can only look for the principal.

Therefore, its usefulness in future battles against cultivators would undoubtedly be limited. Reaching such a conclusion left Li Zhaoyuan a bit depressed, but it was still something to rejoice over, considering he had acquired a brand-new ability.

Following the main crowd toward the school gates, Ling Qi suddenly felt a wave of sentimentality, coupled with a sense of anxiety regarding the unknown destiny awaiting her and her family. She raised her gaze, wanting to engrave Yunan's beautiful campus into her heart, only to spot a familiar figure on the lawn across the school path.

And then, she left. She did not need the Nine-Pattern Dragon-Transforming Pill; Dragon God Island did not lack such things. Without a doubt, the place with the most and purest dragon-transforming pills in the world was none other than Dragon God Island.

He replayed the previous battle in his mind, every single detail crystal clear. This was his advantage; a powerful primordial spirit allowed him to achieve this.

"What's going on?" Straightening his clothes, Qigong walked to the railing of the bamboo building and shouted downward.

Within the span of a better part of a day, the massive ship had already sailed deep into the inner sea. All around was a boundless expanse of ocean. Previously, one could still spot quite a few fishermen or other vessels, but as time passed, those too vanished from sight.

Having accepted the Half-City Smoke and Sand from Zhao Jiuge, the middle-aged Daoist priest with slightly darkened skin immediately put on an expression that seemed to say "this pupil can be taught," while simultaneously bombarding him with a few questions, as if conducting a background check.

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Chenwei raised his right hand toward Hill, signaling him to halt his upcoming words.

Because it was a civilian passenger carriage, it had almost no decorations. The interior space of the carriage could hardly be called large either, and there was certainly no need to expect much in terms of shock absorption or stability. Relatively speaking, the comfort level of the three travelers this time was far inferior to that of entering the Nicholas Manor that day.

While letting his mind wander, he secretly made a firm resolution to cultivate diligently so as not to live up to his mother's expectations, and to never let down his senior brother's anticipation and help.

Gu Yanwu once said: When the Ming falls, the realm falls. The Jiaquan Incident refers to the historical event at the end of the Ming dynasty when Li Zicheng captured the Ming capital of Beijing, resulting in the demise of the Ming dynasty as a unified regime nationwide, followed by the Manchu Qing army entering the Shanhai Pass.

The room at this moment was already surging with people, and the spectator gallery easily exceeded the limit of 999+ attendees. Many impatient people had no choice but to flood into the group's synchronized holographic live-streaming platform, nervously watching the match.

Zhang Yueling's eyes flashed with an excited light. Previously, she had thought that Linhuai's battle was somewhat unwise, but now she felt that Linhuai's move was utterly brilliant.

She was extremely familiar with this kind of visual interface; the red circle represented the mission area, and once an operative stepped outside the red circle, it was considered a violation of mission rules. At that point, the only fate awaiting the rule-breaker would be the punishment of eradication.

The wooden sword wreathed in black aura grazed her spider leg, instantly producing a faint cracking sound in the limb.

If one's life must have a period that makes one's eyes well up with tears upon recall, it is undoubtedly the most precious time of youth.

"Monkey, you should head back to your unit. I can watch over things here," Lu Zichu said expressionlessly, completely ignoring Lin Wei.

As for Lu Tianjing, after using the skill stone, what he obtained was a slashes skill called [Fierce Tiger Leaps Gorge].

You must know that any piece of equipment he casually dropped from the game could probably be sold for tens of thousands of yuan.

The most famous scenic spot in Anxi City was the mausoleum of China's first emperor to unify the realm—the First Emperor. It is said that this tomb has yet to be excavated to this day, and whatever has been explored so far is merely the outer perimeter of the mausoleum.

When they finished their scraping therapy, they saw that the child didn't move at all. As the family leaned over to inspect, they found that the red-faced child was pale, eyes tightly closed, and struggling to breathe.

Whether he could get any benefits was uncertain, but the very first hope in his heart was something Yu Fei would definitely fulfill for him.

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It was midnight. The board meeting concluded, and Chairman Tian drove home feeling completely relaxed.

That was a dark wooden gate, very old, its deep and shallow scratches full of the traces of time. At first glance, the entire gate looked seamless, making it easy to overlook its original appearance.

Not only him, but even Cao Suixin and Zhao Suoyu outside the door likewise refused to believe the tale of ghosts saving people.

I didn't dare to think too much. In this unfamiliar environment, I felt like an insignificant ant, easily crushed to death by any arbitrary mysterious force.

The business of Deyue Tower was good, and Yu'er hadn't touched the silver previously earned from selling the compass, so pooling it together, it still amounted to around five thousand taels.

"Meow..." The dark gray Persian cat let out a delicate cry, trying to attract the attention of the handsome fellow in the adjacent cage.

"Be a good girl, Qianxun~" Ouyang Yingqi embraced Qianxun into her arms once again, her tears pattering down onto Qianxun's clothes.

"If only that day could come, I would be able to comfort my six family members resting in peace beneath the ground! The villagers of Foot-of-the-Mountain Village would finally leap out of the sea of fire!" Dabao said with great excitement.

"What a fine bottle!" Chen Feng praised sincerely. Compared to this bottle, Chen Feng's Blue Sea Bottle was indeed somewhat inferior in appearance.

At the academy's opening ceremony, the class representatives of various departments delivered speeches one after another, and finally came the presentation performances by the graduating seniors of the senior year.

However, the explosive rounds Ling Zuothen used were different; after just a brief moment, the explosives carried within the bullets detonated instantly.

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