Volume 1, Chapter 69: Mistress Zhao is about to fall!

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Gu Yanmo found it difficult to refuse her classmates' warmth and friendliness, so she accepted all their friend requests.

Lin Senluo's expression was utterly astonished, looking somewhat comical. To think she had just been feeling sour about Lin Senluo's interactions with her boyfriend, Chi Chen.

"Haha, so much Medullary Essence Liquid is enough for both of our families to have a bottle each. The future strength of the Shen and Ding families will surely far surpass the other clans!" Ding Aoqiang said excitedly.

On the other side, at the Outlets headquarters, all the attendees excitedly watched the real-time broadcast from a mobilization soldier's prosthetic eye, observing everything happening in the negotiation venue.

"Sigh..." Qiao Li sighed again as she spoke, even her chopstick movements becoming utterly dejected.

Shen Feijing let out a long breath. Although seven thousand gold coins was still two thousand less than the retail price, at least he hadn't made a loss. He would just treat it as a grand opening promotion.

They now knew that Su Cha was the Alliance Master of the Star Alliance, but so what? Two fists could never easily defeat four hands.

Gu Yanmo forced herself to stop thinking about the relationship between Chi Chen and Lin Senluo. Instead, she put on her headphones to listen to the piece she was going to perform tomorrow; she was determined to give a stellar performance in front of Chi Chen.

Judging by the current performance of He Zuolin and Zhang Qingde, Jiang Risen had not detected any abnormalities in them. The military intelligence personnel from Chongqing would actually not pose any problems either. Jiang Risen preventing Su Zhihua from contacting them was merely for the sake of safety.

What shocked him was not this matter itself, but the fact that it was so blatantly a frame-up. Did the Emperor have no brains at all?

The roughly ten thousand men annihilated earlier at Liangshui River were his clansmen. This time, he had brought nearly twenty thousand more, of which over four thousand had already become casualties.

He could leisurely enjoy another simple light meal with Vice Chairman Zhang Jian of the Football Association at his hotel in Doha.

Chen Ao thought to himself: You are a monk, yet you insist on meddling in worldly affairs—could it be that your six roots are not yet purified?

Therefore, facing the alluring treasures on the stone table, he had to fight for them no matter what.

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There are no distinctions of nobility or humble birth among people; whether in her past life or the present, she had always believed this. So-called nobility is merely something piled up with money. It is because of money, wealth, and power that people are divided into the noble and the humble.

Then, if she wanted to break through the barrier of Level 100 in the future, where would she go to find things exceeding Level 100?

Mu Jinxi was not afraid of him at all. Hearing his words, she covered her smile with her hand, glancing at him sideways with a teasing glint in her eyes, which left Mu Jinhua feeling both exasperated and amused.

Li Huangjun's footsteps grew closer and closer, finally coming to a stop right beside Yun Ruoxi.

Wen Zhong, mounted upon a black Qilin and wielding twin golden and silver whips, had studied in his youth under the Golden Spirit Holy Mother of the Jie Teaching's Biyou Palace. Fifty years after completing his studies, he descended the mountain to assist Emperor Yi, later becoming the trusted orphan-entrusted minister of Emperor Yi and a vital heavy minister of King Zhou, conferred the title of Grand Tutor.

Next, Zhang Xiaofeng turned his attention to the carcass of the giant black bear demonic beast that he had finished off with a single sword strike. A full-bear feast was naturally inevitable.

Aside from using spiritual artifacts for stealth and concealment, the Rain-Night Coir Raincoat possessed the ability of *Huajin* (Internal Force Dissipation). It was not merely a defense, but a way to deflect terrifying attacks.

Even the ancestor of the Medicine Saint Sect, who had existed the longest, let out a long sigh, as if regretting that he had been too cautious previously and should have decisively emerged from seclusion back then, leaving Chen Yuan no chance to escape.

Seventy-two points—this truly was a rather massive city. However, such merit points meant nothing to Adam; the trial had only just begun, and there would be many opportunities to earn merit points in the future.

However, knowledge changes destiny and technology changes life; this distance is not worth mentioning by today's standards.

"How could someone else's child be as dear as one's own son? You are trying to kill your mother!" Yi Yue stubbornly refused to let go of Tai Jia.

That person wore a deep blue robe, with high cheekbones and narrow eyes, an unsightly appearance. His face was full of smiles, and those words seemed to have spilled effortlessly from his mouth, yet he felt no sense of desecration.

There was also Master Li from the repair shop. His apprentice had joined the Falcon Revolutionary Guild, and he hoped I could bring him back. His apprentice's badge was silver with a character engraved on the back, but according to his description, his apprentice shouldn't be in this direction.

Her blonde hair was coiled up on top of her head, and she wore a white suit paired with flat white leather shoes.

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The demonic eagle spat out a thousand-zhang-long stream of black flames, tearing a black scar across the void, resembling the tracks of burning magma.

A door opened in the void, and the real-body arm of the Patrio-Fel Warlock reached in, stabbing directly into the body of Chaos. Having evolved to Level Nine through demonic Qi, he did not have a systematic study of demonic Qi, but his own perception was the best experimental data.

As he angrily shouted and demanded a person, a flurry of spit flew, causing the many Yang family elders on both sides of the hall to frown deeply. Some even wore displeased expressions on their faces. However, remembering that Tang Fang's nether regions had been crippled and Tang Ming had been killed in the street, they managed to suppress their anger.

If someone uttering such words were an ordinary Immortal Monarch, they would only sneer and dismiss them as a madman, but Yang Xuan's formidable might was right before their eyes—he had likely truly slain Immortal Kings in the past, and more than one at that.

Two swords of different colors, both brimming with powerful true Qi, collided with each other, producing a startling sonic boom.

Time flowed on. The aura around his body weakened, but the few individuals like Ditiant and Ji Yi all knew that Yang Xuan had awakened his True Self and found his own Dao. Although his aura appeared to have weakened now, it was merely restrained; once it erupted, it would surely shake the heavens and shatter the earth.

In the car, I asked Cheng Xiameng. It turned out she and the police had been searching for our whereabouts all along. Because of our undercover status, they couldn't follow too closely and could only search along our general direction. Cheng Xiameng and they split into three teams, and she never expected to run into us today.

The Nightmare Demon Ancestor was both shocked and enraged, directly projecting the image of his true form deep into Yang Xuan's mind. It was a ferocious and terrifying giant beast—entirely pitch-black, with blood-red, bloodthirsty eyes, radiating a torrent of negative emotions.

As for Shi Min, a Qihuo bloodline detached for so long, trying to regain recognition was even harder than ascending to the heavens.

Liang County and Jiangdong were separated by merely a river, but the climate already showed differences. Specifically regarding farming, the planting and harvesting of early-cropping rice were nearly a month later than in Jiangdong, particularly places like Kuaiji.

A purple ribbon of light emerged from the body of Immortal Emperor Ziyun, dyeing the skeleton entirely purple.

A hundred-zhang-tall powerhouse with the body of a man and the head of a bull crashed down onto the Yellow Springs Palace, instantly collapsing the tower and flattening the hillside, turning an unknown number of Yin soldiers into ashes under his violent might.

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