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The receptionist behind the counter even patted her flushed cheeks. Goodness me, truly attractive people were already rare enough, but she never expected to see so many of them all at once today.

By the time the brocade-robed youth walked up to Feng Xixi, the latter was already in a daze, and the youth naturally reached out to steady her.

Once the original owner's memories were completely gone, she directly used mechanical computing power to thoroughly obliterate all consciousness belonging to the original owner.

She had pondered over this matter for a very long time. Originally, her top choice was Madame Shui Feixue, the young general's wife who had flown to rescue her that day. With that heroic bearing and effortless grace, wearing that particular outfit would undoubtedly be exceptionally striking.

Leaving aside the bed and mattress, just that single set of bed sheets and duvet cover alone would cost five figures. Why would anyone choose to sleep on a makeshift pallet in the old man's room instead of staying in such a comfortable bed? Was Tong Tong out of his mind?

Right now is the most critical juncture for the Celestial Empire; I cannot possibly inform your father and older brother of your current situation.

Zhang Yaoyao heard the sound of his heart shattering, crack by crack. Over this past period, he had poured his entire heart and soul into Tong Tong, yet that fellow still remained completely guarded against him? When it all boiled down to it, Tong Tong still looked down on him and was still despising him because of his dark past.

Angela gave a bitter smile, nearly asking Chen Xuyan directly whether Rong Zedao was the kind of person who professed deep affection with one hand while keeping women in both arms with the other.

Lin Tanyan paused for a moment, feeling that if she were to actually play along, she might genuinely pull it off. Yet under the current circumstances, it felt rather embarrassing to mess around—what would happen if people found out?

"Then let's try it firsthand and see just how fierce it really is!" My confidence surged as I grabbed a steel pipe and charged forward, with Huo Tianxi and Big Bear closely following behind me.

"Brother Qiang, please don't take offense! We're all just country kids who haven't seen much of the world. Forget bars; we could count the number of times we've been to a nightclub on one hand! Please bear with us!" After all, we would be on the same side from now on, and our bar would inevitably rely on this hardworking "former proprietor" to manage things, so I spoke courteously to the visibly indignant Brother Qiang.

The host, Xiaoqing, noted that Jin Wei's parents, eager for their son to succeed and bring honor to the family, forced him relentlessly toward the goals they had set, hoping he could "fly higher" just like Liu Xiang. Ironically, their overbearing parental love drove him in the exact opposite direction. To vent his mental oppression, he chose a path of crime, committing a single misstep that became a lifelong regret.

Qianxia felt a wave of irritation burning within her, primarily because she knew Mu Huanqing's true identity. Although the Emperor could not publicly acknowledge this son, the young man was at least of imperial blood; surely the Emperor would not leave him without any security whatsoever?

Around the table, the three of us young men fell into a uniform silence, for none of us dared to guarantee that our wishes for peace and health in the coming year would truly be granted.

Dianhui Huo could no longer maintain his sunny smile this time; the muscles on his face twitched as he gritted his teeth and reached out to accept a fish scale that he wouldn't even bother to pick up during ordinary leveling grinds.

Warm blood splattered onto Lu Ruxue's hands. This was entirely different from using a scalpel for surgical debridement—this was murder. Lu Ruxue felt her vision go black, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.

Even back when he knew he could not stop the marriage between Muliunian and Qianxia, a part of him still harbored a sliver of hope, still refusing to see the world as entirely gray and devoid of light.

Sanqiu Zirui was slightly stunned. He looked at Qianxia with a clear gaze that bore no trace of falsehood, then turned to Yun Chang'an, only to see the latter frowning deeply with a somewhat displeasure-marred expression.

Pulling out a barrier grenade and yanking the pin, he hurled it directly at Akechi Jubei'ei. The grenade bounced off Jubei'ei's body and landed on the floor, detonating with a sharp bang. Yellow paper talismans fluttered through the air, sticking everywhere and essentially sealing off the main room.

This was likely Bordeaux's final, desperate counterattack before death. This hammer blow carried little physical strength, relying mostly on the heavy weight of the flanged mace itself.

Chen Lin sat in his chair, gazing at me. He played with the white hair on top of his head with his fingers, wearing a wicked smile.

If Yu Jin's physical constitution continued to strengthen, he would probably attain the passive effect of an impenetrable golden bell shield and iron cloth shirt in the future.

To make him sit quietly and play chess would require cutting off one of his legs; to make him sit quietly at the side and watch others play chess would practically cost him his life.

Her spiritual perception far surpassed her peers, yet it was clearly inferior to that of a boundless true venerable, to say nothing of comparing with divine-transformation true monarchs.

"With so many crows, take your time killing them," he said coldly, his face perpetually concealed beneath his hood.

It was as if a heavy, dark curtain before their eyes had been violently ripped away, instantly revealing a vast, starry sky. Blazing stars began to radiate light and heat, while colossal primordial stellar systems and galaxies were born.

By his side right now was roughly half of Kunlun's combat strength, because when he set out, he had mentally prepared himself to fight a localized war—even if he didn't want to fight, should the other party insist, he needed the capability to protect himself, didn't he?

Not only my eyes, but even my chest began to ache slightly. I hastily pulled back my head and put my clothing back on. I noticed a slip of paper resting on the table, with a line of handwriting inscribed upon it.

However, by this time, the strategic resources of the Japanese military, particularly their petroleum reserves, were already severely depleted.

This was the bottom line! Even in an alien world! Just like Tushan's fox demons never killed humans; even when that Fan Ling offended her, she had others handle it while she merely dropped by—no, wait, dropped by the Blood Sect to collect a bit of protection money and utility fees.

She guessed that the moment she left, Long Shaoyan would undoubtedly head straight for Long Jinpeng's quarters, which was why she simply asked right out.

Mentioning the head accountant stirred another wave of disappointment within Sister Yu. Back then, the Dowager Consort had told her to go find him, but she had consistently refused. She heard he had matured a great deal since those days, but the wounds he inflicted ran far too deep, and she did not dare to venture out lightly.

The eight released individuals looked at each other, their expressions as complex as a painter's palette. There was the relief and lingering fear of surviving a calamity, the anger and resentment of losing everything, the confusion and helplessness regarding the future, and a profound skepticism toward the entire bizarre and winding ordeal: Were all of these things real? Could they still be dreaming?