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Moreover, Xiao Nuo could not be happier about the many rewards Jiraiya had given him; feeling disappointed was out of the question.
Beyond this trap formation, the most critical elements were the five powerful puppet masters at its center. Their mental energy was locked firmly onto the Earth-Quaking Battle Flag, ready to unleash a strike at the slightest disturbance.
If Old Zhang had asked her, she might have been evasive, as she also wanted to tame that demigod Hellfire Ancient Dragon as a mount. However, Watcher of the Stars had played a vital role in the recent battle, and she felt too embarrassed to refuse him.
The two cooked and dined together. The ten-meter-long luxury dining table was set with fine silver cutlery, and the vibrant red tablecloth complemented the pigeon-blood red wine. Crystal wine glasses held impeccably folded, spotless napkins.
However, Peak Alliance Lost's alertness was clearly much lower than Xiao Nuo’s, and thus his retreat was several seconds slower.
Perseus spoke in a slow, low tone as he walked up to Roger, who was kneeling, and looked down at him from above.
"Bastard! Why have you stopped screaming?" Heller Jin frowned, speaking with clear displeasure.
Terumi Mei looked into his eyes. At first glance, the Byakugan were hardly aesthetic; the skin around them was dense with bulging veins, and the white irises lacked pupils, much like those of a blind person. Combined with the boy’s stern expression and the cold, piercing aura emanating from his gaze, they appeared even more savage and terrifying.
The garrison was merely a regional security group, whereas the defensive legion managed the armed forces of the entire city.
The forest was dark, and Jiang Yunwan did not know what lurked in its depths; otherwise, she certainly would have gone in to investigate.
"Get in the car, we're going home. Fu Qian has grown thin from hunger these past few days," Fu Tingze said as he opened the passenger door for Ruan Mianmian.
Li Xuanji’s troops had swarmed forward, but she scolded them to the side; this battle was to be between two people only.
"Ling Yuhang, of course I know this is your home. If you don't want me here, I would be more than happy to leave. Let me go now; I need to see my sister, I need to go home..." she protested.
In a top-tier culinary competition, a single detail could affect the outcome of the entire event. Even using different fuel could significantly impact the flavor of the dishes.

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"What does this have to do with you? We are attending to our own business. Who are you, and why are you causing trouble for us? I can tell you’re people of some standing! State your names! Let me, Old Eight, know who you are!" the bald man called Old Eight said, looking at Hua Bingxue.
What arrogant words, what a confident man. The ladies present had witnessed his masculinity that day—unrestrained, indomitable, and overwhelmingly confident. Yet, every time he spoke, he turned danger into safety; it was never mere bragging. The ladies immediately felt at ease.
Chong’er’s mind was a blank slate. She desperately wanted to feign indifference to Dugu Zhanyue’s dashing demeanor, yet they had once loved each other with such lingering, soul-stirring intensity.
"No, no, I'm better than before. At least I won't get drunk after just a few sips," the second brother said, waving his hand.
"Uh, thank you. If that's the case, I will certainly ask for your help, ladies," Chen Shihao said, immediately offering flattery as he saw a chance to end the conversation.
The phenomenon did not last long. After only a moment, the twelve phantoms merged into the divine statues of the twelve cities, greatly enhancing the power of the Twelve Earthly Branches Formation. Even the atmosphere within the twelve linked cities became much fresher.
Yun Shang had intended to sternly reprimand Yun Mu, but seeing the tears welling in the other’s eyes, the words died on her lips.
Therefore, human martial artists had always regarded "Dragon Blood" as an extremely precious body-tempering medicine.
Song Li made some adjustments—it was not difficult for him to disguise his identity—and then followed Song Qing as they left the Land of the Savage God.
"Alert! Alert! Attack!" Yang Fan shouted anxiously. The others wore grave expressions as the six of them joined forces to strike back at the Ghost General.
Itachi, who had remained silent, was once again caught in the crossfire. To other villages—no, to most people—the name Uchiha Obito was naturally very unfamiliar. He was merely one of the countless ordinary cannon fodder who died in the Third Shinobi World War; who would ever take notice of him?
After Han Yuchen and his son left, the other wealthy scions and their dozen or so subordinates were left standing there, stunned, unsure whether to advance or retreat. Just as they were in a dilemma, a commotion erupted at the entrance again, and many soldiers with blades rushed in, surrounding the doorway completely.
A "buzzing" sound rose again in the grand hall. Many ministers were dissatisfied and began whispering to one another, casting disdainful glances at the Fourteenth Princess, their eyes filled with superiority.
"Hey, hey, hey, can you even beat a peak Transcending Tribulation stage expert..." Xue Man asked, glaring at Song Li.

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Not until they had left the palace, Xue Qingyuan's subordinates had returned, and the palace gate had faded from sight, did Flower Butterfly finally breathe a sigh of relief.
At the very moment Athena was still in shock, Jiang Ling suddenly extended his other hand, curled his finger, and flicked the blade of Athena's sword.
At Su Chang’s side, a member of the Suzuki Shu team poured a cup of black tea. He stirred the tea in Gongcun Feiyu’s cup before slowly preparing his own.
He looked at the people around him, whose eyes were filled with eager anticipation. "Fellow villagers, are you ready to carry bricks?"
Behind Ding Tiecheng, two young men also stepped forward. Their expressions were somewhat reserved, but their eyes were full of determination.
Seeing a fight break out on Qin Yuan’s side, several passing students from the Second Middle School could not help but stop and look over.
Around Magistrate Huang, all the yamen runners and soldiers drew their weapons and aimed them at the bandits and outlaws before them.
Opening the door, what Su Chang saw was not the familiar image of a man holding his partner with a smile, but a man who looked haggard and gaunt.
"A traveler who cannot return from the dusty world..." The Living Buddha sighed softly. Standing before the cauldron of oil, amidst the swirling mist, his kasaya swayed gently in the breeze, making him appear particularly ethereal.
In this way, everything seemed to be explained. The only question now was whether Shui Jun knew the true identity of his partner.