Chapter 38

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Upon clicking, everyone realized that Xu Ze had participated in a program and composed a song titled "Know or Not, Know or Not."
Camille chattered on, smugly keeping pace one step behind Lamia, her words never ceasing.
This type of behavior, inciting fans to stir up internet flame wars, could certainly drive a significant amount of traffic to "Zhu Xian."
The song perfectly incorporated verses by Mr. Liang Qichao, utilized classical instruments for the accompaniment, and maintained an "ang" rhyme scheme throughout, lending a magnificent, soaring quality to the high notes.
In an instant, a scene like a surging beast tide appeared, stretching as far as the eye could see, dense and overwhelming.
The beauty wore her long hair down, her smile enchanting and bright as the autumn moon; every movement of her eyes was filled with grace and charm.
She then opened her right palm, facing forward, before closing her fist in a gesture for silence.
Cutting off the original means of communication and switching to a new system took quite a bit of effort before things finally stabilized.
Dressed neatly, Lamia looked at herself in the mirror, touched the fabric of her skirt, and furrowed her delicate brows slightly.
Seizing an opportunity, she jumped into Mi Xi’s arms and began to chirp, pointing at an inkstone on another pear-wood table.
But though you may have a thousand clever schemes, I have my own set of rules. The Heavenly Palace does not need you to guard it; if there is any race that truly considers itself a servant, it is likely only the Tianpeng clan.
As a place to spend the night, this was truly not bad. The soil here was soft, and the layer of withered, yellow wild grass, once flattened, felt like a mattress, providing excellent thermal insulation. One must know that in such a desolate wilderness, catching a cold is no laughing matter.

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"Left three days ago?!" Recalling the lamp that had frequently appeared in the hospital at midnight recently, Alan couldn't help but be shocked.
Most importantly, the moment Lin Ran grabbed Fang Zhongping’s hand and placed it on the jade, the man screamed in agony: "What are you trying to do?" Blisters had formed on his hand, and his skin had turned black; had Lin Ran not let go quickly, he likely would have been finished.
Commercial resources are limited; for someone to gain, someone else must lose. This contradiction is irreconcilable. Once it escalates to the level of war, no means are considered too extreme.
Wu Weizi lowered his body, descending from a great height, slowing his speed. Lang Yu stepped down, waved his hand to retract the Thunder Snake, and the group of Immortal Guards followed.
A hint of relaxation appeared on the Buddha’s face, and the smile on Venerable White Lotus’s face held a little more relief.
The thousand-year-old tree in front of the old Huang family estate had nurtured a wood spirit by gathering the essence of the earth through the estate's formations. After being obtained by this Wood-Escape ninja from the Shinto Palace of the East, he merged with it, which accounted for his current cultivation. Thus, he was willing to serve as the final line of defense for Huang Feihu.
Li Taibai set down his wine pot and smacked his lips hard, as if the rough wine he drank every day had tasted different today.
Just as the situation reached an impasse, Chunyu Tan arrived accompanied by someone who looked like a prince. This prince was undoubtedly a future successor; he was tall and imposing, especially with his piercing, spirited eyes.
Oh, no. Actually, it’s nothing major. Let’s go grab a simple meal, and I’ll tell you about it slowly.
Before he could finish speaking, a few soft footsteps were heard outside. Thinking it must be Li Shuci, Xiang Jiu darted over to open the door; the culprit had finally arrived.
Sauna sessions had become a norm in Jinjiang. Due to frequent visits, getting a body scrub had turned into a fashion. Feng Qingyun chatted with Yu Dayong while they were both being scrubbed on neighboring beds.
"Qin Leng, where is the child?" An Yutong tried hard to sit up, but the moment she exerted force, the intense pain from her lower body became unbearable.

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"No, it healed on its own. After I took a magical pill that Senior Sister Man Yao left for me last time, it healed completely," Zelan explained.
Lacking a waffle iron or a sandwich press, I had to use a plate weighted down by a bowl of water to make it.
Because you loved Ye Feng, you hid the fact that I had lost my memory, tore up my diary, and manufactured false memories. You plotted step by step to frame me—I could forgive all of that.
In truth, the Thunder Dragon had still been holding back; otherwise, Luo Xingyue’s prison would not have been able to contain it for even a second.
Feng Ling was speechless. Yao Hua had a sharp tongue and was a master at cutting people down. Whatever he said, Yao Hua could block him until he was half-dead, so Feng Ling had no choice but to eat in silence.
An Yutong hurriedly stopped Qin Leng, but Qin Leng had already thrown a punch, lost his balance, and collapsed directly onto An Yutong.
Two days ago, the troops under Wei Dali had suffered a major defeat. Their morale had yet to recover, and they were like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring. Wei Dali could even feel the string of morale stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.
The Flying Lightning Spear in Xiao Zhang’s hand had bent to an incredible degree, and his hands had begun to turn charred black, yet Xiao Zhang was still gritting his teeth and holding on.
"A Dustless Sword Emperor would naturally never dare to approach the Wusheng Gate directly, but what if you include Haotian?" When Fifth Yin Xu mentioned Haotian, he showed no reverence for the Saint, but rather a hint of hostility.
This distance was far longer than he had anticipated. It took about ten minutes of walking before the two reached the underground, yet at the end of their path, there was still only a massive door.