57 Unexpected

"My brother is in Cangcang Mountain?" Qing Yue suddenly stood up upon hearing this, furrowed her brow, and asked with a trace of unease.

However, right in front of the main entrance of the Soul Tower, the old man lying on the recliner was still feigning sleep, never opening his eyes once.

"Sister, can you stay at home with me these next few days?" Lian Chen suddenly reached out and tugged at Qian Wan's sleeve.

There was no road further up. Although Qian Qiyue was unwilling to resign herself to this, she still slammed on the brakes in the emergency. In this dark night, not even the stars showed their faces, yet the moon was unusually bright, unlike anything seen before. Indeed, being in the suburbs made even the moon shine brighter than anywhere else. Sitting in the car, even with the headlights turned off, visibility remained unimpeded.

Qi Ming's figure instantly dissolved into nothingness; his mightiest punch could not even withstand a gentle wave of the young man's sleeve. At the same time, the barrier of light above the Soul Tower shattered instantly.

Shen Jun's punch landed on the protective barrier as if striking water, causing ripples to spread across the dark shield like liquid.

So-called love is me becoming everything for your sake, as long as you are happy, willing to accept me, and never give up on me, that is enough.

However, this was no time to let one's guard down. The hundred-meter-high city wall had already dropped halfway in the blink of an eye. Thirty meters left, twenty-five meters...

Especially in an unfamiliar land, lacking anything of one's own always breeds a sense of loneliness and isolation, a lack of a sense of belonging—even if she was once the captain of the 46th-century TN Galaxy Squad.

Su Qinghan fell silent. Indeed, how could she not know the ways of those foolish rulers throughout history?

For some reason, ever since Chu Fei learned that the system possessed emotions, he increasingly regarded the system as a truly living entity.

The middle-aged man voiced the question in his mind, catching Chu Fei off guard and leaving him momentarily speechless, not knowing how to reply.

"It's not entirely out of the question, but if we choose to take a detour, it will take considerably more time. I still recommend crossing the river," Jiding pushed up his glasses and answered with a hint of seriousness.

"Yurong, why don't you have a word with your husband? Husband said we all have to run every day from now on. Isn't this making things difficult for us?" Even though Helan Nara possessed martial arts skills...

"Thank you, Teacher, for the reminder," Di Hao said respectfully in his heart. His gratitude was utterly sincere, completely devoid of his usual playful demeanor.

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The impostor on the stage stared with an icy, unblinking gaze at the Lone Wolf below, while the Lone Wolf raised his chin, presumably returning the look.

Singing this song that once swept across the length and breadth of the land, heavily striking the hearts of those old boys whose youth had long since faded.

Not a single one left behind—this was the military order passed down from above, and they dared not harbor any thoughts of disobeying it.

In fact, if the Ming Cult were to go all out, they could entirely eliminate Wei Wuji. It was only because the Chan Sect was secretly monitoring them that the Chan Sect might intervene should they make a move.

"I don't know where you get your confidence!" Li Feng watched Cui Yingcai's self-assured expression and couldn't help but find it ridiculous. Could Cui Yingcai be naive enough to think that everything in this world can be bought with money?

Earlier, Lin Luo had given similar instructions to Meng Yi, fearing an insufficiency of spiritual energy, and sure enough, they now encountered such a situation. Fortunately, there was still one person who had yet to exert themselves.

The world is truly a strange place: some toss and turn, unable to obtain what they yearn for, while others have it within arm's reach yet cast it aside like worn-out shoes.

Upon hearing that Zhao Guozhong and his companions wished to cooperate with him, Duan Yun felt a surge of inward delight, though he did not let it show on his face.

The scene unfolding before them left onlookers unfamiliar with Xue Yan stunned into a daze, utterly unable to comprehend what was happening, save for a sense of disappointment that the romantic confession they had anticipated never materialized.

After all, news of Zhan Shi, Wang Yuan, Qin Liuyu, and the others was something he urgently needed to know. These were the people who had followed him through life and death by his side, his friends and brothers.

A dignified Mao Shan true successor had actually pulled out his ultimate trump card, the Ten-Extremities Array, only to be utterly defeated by a mere ghost without even lasting a single exchange. In the end, the Ye family had to send him to the hospital, where it took a full five days of recuperation just for him to recover his breath.

Although it was their first meeting, Xu Changsheng had seen this man's photograph countless times on television and in newspapers—it was none other than Ye Tianming.

Yu Cang continuously swung the heavy club in his hands, and after just a few strikes, more than a dozen bodies were battered to pieces, yet Yu Cang's advance remained unhalted.

"Hehe! Chen'er is back." The moment Ling Chen stepped into the living room, Elder Ling, who was sitting there watching television, greeted him.

If the man before her were merely some ordinary profligate young master, it would be one thing, but he happened to be looking at her with such genuine sincerity.

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"Older Cousin arrived early today," Lu Xi said. Every year on the day after New Year's Day, Yuan Chang would visit the Lu family, and they had long since grown accustomed to it.

"Mr. Huo, I've come today to ask for your help with something," Jian Man said to the man, struggling slightly to get the words out. She went straight to the point; beating around the bush with a man like this was entirely meaningless.

"Elder Sister, Dalang is merely a child, please don't take it to heart," Lu Yan explained on Dalang's behalf after they had left the courtyard.

"To actually meet the enemy head-on? The pressure to be borne under such a strategy is a thousand or ten thousand times greater! Without formidable self-confidence, one would never adopt such a defensive countermeasure!" Surprise flashed in Huangfu Haotian's eyes.

After the initial amazement came astonishment. *Eh?* Wasn't the Holy One weeping and begging to attend to him in bed last night? They had originally thought she would at least sleep until noon before getting up; how was it that she was coming downstairs before eight o'clock?

When all was said and done, he was also afraid of suffering from post-retirement syndrome, and he still wanted to live a long life, so of course he had to find some things he enjoyed to pass the time.

Startled by her sudden, piercing glance, the swordsman felt as though she exuded an enchanting allure, and his entire dark face instantly flushed crimson.

Mu Qingge's exquisite spear pierced directly through the defenses of the two assassins, running them through from the back at the heart and skewering them together, instantly claiming their lives.

"Very well, Young Master Huo can rest assured," Zhou Benzhe nodded. Even if he hadn't made arrangements, seeing this array upon coming upstairs today—Huo Nantian having booked the entire top floor, flanked by two rows of stern, formidable bodyguards that made people reluctant to approach—spoke for itself.

Thinking of it this way, his driving their prince to such a death seemed perhaps not quite so unforgivable after all.

When he saw the bangs swept back to reveal the inch-long scar between his eyebrows, his suppressed anger flared beyond control. Catching sight of Li Qing慕 giving him a provocative smile, he choked on his breath and nearly passed out on the spot.

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