That is completely unfair.

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At the summit of Mount Tai, Zixu, sporting two black eyes and a body covered in bruises, was shivering in a corner.
As the scene gradually opened up amidst the noise, the Divine General's deeply furrowed brow came into view. Wielding his Samsara Lightning Spear like a club, he relentlessly attacked the very homeland of yesterday.
"Haha, I've been rather busy lately and haven't had the chance to come here and visit Gongtai. I hope Gongtai won't blame me!" Zhao Feng smiled and said.
An aged voice interrupted Jiang Hai's speculation, yet under the present circumstances, it made his hair stand on end. He instantly released his innate primordial Qi and condensed a crimson sword in his hand to counter any impending crisis.
Upon declaring his dream, Shagen straightened his back, his face radiating an almost sacred glow while his eyes flashed with a gaze of utter disdain that left even the Clever Fox momentarily stunned.
Yuan Dongyu hurriedly apologized, terrified that the other party might take offense and sever this connection—one he had squeezed into only after putting in a tremendous amount of effort.
What Ye Xunhuan said was entirely correct; even if he didn't kill Yan Tianyi, wouldn't Yan Tianyi still remain a trouble?
Li Er was willing to believe the authenticity of these words. To be honest, ever since their initial encounter, the conflict between them, and the setbacks he suffered, leading up to the higher-ups asking him to get close to her, he felt he had gained some understanding. Yet, beneath this understanding lay a vortex as dark as the dead of night.
"I honestly don't, but my hometown has some rather fertile soil. Even sick flowers planted there manage to survive, so I'd like to give it a try..." Li Zhiyuan equivocated.
Just as Ye Xunhuan stepped out of Qiu Ruoxi's office, a deep sense of melancholy washed over Qiu Ruoxi's delicate, fair face, and she could not help but conjure up the figures of Qiu Shuihan and Xiahou Yutong in her mind.
Shi Qiu's voice was filled with shock, and his gaze towards Cheng Zijian carried an inexplicable nuance. How could this possibly be on her account?
"Mom, I brought some Tangyuan back from Yaoyao's place." Seeing Ji Xianglan and Du Yanqing, Nan Lichuan's voice came to an abrupt halt. He stared at the two of them and raised an eyebrow with a mischievous smirk.
Officer Cui and the others could even tell that Bai Yanxi's attitude towards them was essentially: I can give you the medicine, but whether you take it or not is your own business.
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It seemed that what she had done just now was somewhat redundant; she had thought others wouldn't notice, but as it turned out, nobody had even bothered to hold it against her.
Seeing that Xiaoxiao showed no intention of stopping, mig didn't just feel awkward; more than that... it really hurt, you know? Had this girl completely forgotten that her face was bruised and swollen, still recklessly poking it with her finger?
"I also feel that informing others in advance doesn't serve much purpose for them, but over here with us, it's different. This should be fine, right?"
Li Zhen-tie nodded. In fact, without Jin Zhong-hwan spelling it out, he understood this all too well. Therefore, after transferring the video to his phone, he hurriedly left.
Had his previous impression of her not been so utterly abyssal, perhaps he might have looked at Meng Jun in a different light.
She called him Uncle Wu, rendering their relationship taboo, and yet she remained the sole cinnabar mole upon his heart.
The next morning, Xiao Xiuying exceptionally donned a ninety-percent-new madder-red long dress edged with silver embroidery and peach blossom patterns, her hair secured slantingly with a pearl-inlaid silver hairpin. Her breathtaking beauty carried a gentle tenderness that made her look all the more peerlessly magnificent.
"Cheng Feng! It's up to you now! This is all I can do for you!" shouted Kaxula.
"Report to the General, a catastrophe has occurred! The East Gate—the East Gate has been breached!" a messenger abruptly rushed over, crying out as he ran.
The mischievous Zhen Ji suddenly dashed behind Xiang Yu and let out a loud shout. This tactic proved quite effective, giving Xiang Yu another start.
A young man wearing sunglasses slowly stepped out of the vehicle, and accompanying him was none other than Murong Qing.
By this time, Tina had also managed to make out the situation inside the cabin, only to see a fellow crying for his mother while that Asian-faced man appeared to be interrogating him.
Just as Liang Feng and the police force finished making thorough preparations for battle, deep within the primeval forests along the China-Myanmar border, two figures glided through the pitch-black night like ghosts.
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"Damn... Senior, you truly are a divine being! You guessed it all?" Ma Chengpeng admired Old Man Pu to the point of complete submission.
Working together with seamless coordination, the two dispatched all the masked assassins. Soon, the ground was stained with blood, and the air reeked of a terrifying aura.
After a long silence, Luan Yinyang let out a sigh, as if sinking deep into ancient memories.
Ma Chengpeng collapsed onto the bed, faintly catching a delicate fragrance drifting through the air—reminiscent of a Buddhist temple. Initially, he didn't think much of it; after all, Tong Sixixi was a practitioner of the Golden Point school and studied Feng Shui, so naturally, his family would worship their founding master. However, burning incense at the midnight hour of Zi was something he was hearing of for the very first time.
This precisely captures the sentiment: Great craft and deep calculation amount to nothing; even failure can serve as a textbook example. Turning passive praise into novel news, from this moment onward one ascends to the peak of success.
However, as Su Hao and An Yan walked closer, that sense of unease grew increasingly intense.
"Fiancée... That was merely a deception to trick him. Her true fiancé is me; I, Su Wudao, am the true king..." With that, Su Wudao inhaled deeply before Qingyao, a look of rapture washing over his face.
"Do I not know that? Do I need you to teach me how to do things?!" the Black Magic Sorcerer Leng Yu snapped coldly from behind her black mask, her voice carrying a formidable, tyrannical authority—a terrifying might that chilled one to the bone.
And the reason he was fighting so desperately right now was simply to secure more time to spend with her in the future.
Huang Fei was instantly rendered speechless. That's right, his sole mission was to retrieve that gold coin through Murong Xianglong; what did any other matters have to do with him? Others would avoid such trouble at all costs, so why was he rushing headfirst into it?
"Alas, whichever pawnshop it was pawned at, I'll have Old Liu cover the cost and redeem it for you. That was left behind by your mother; no matter what, I will get it back for you," Mo Haotian said remorsefully after listening to Mo Jiuxiang's words.
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