63 Shibuya Incident

"Very well, let's just be the few of us then. If Shadow is worried about your master, he can conceal himself in the shadows," Feng Yufei made the final decision.

"Damn it! Sis, I remember now! This bastard is none other than the Nangong Ping wanted by the Divine Lord of Ziwei, the City Lord of Qingmeng, and the others!" Leng Fei suddenly recalled.

"Captain, aren't vampires just things from legends? Can they actually exist in reality?" Suppressing the shock in his heart, Zhuo Yun asked in disbelief.

Zhong Shidao shouted sternly, his sword hacking down three fleeing soldiers in succession, yet the rout continued unabated.

Because the lighting was too dim, Wu Tian took a long while to recognize him as Song Jin's trusted aide, Huang Yong. That day at Wu Guixing's restaurant, he had been present as well, siding with the likes of Li Shuangjiang and Zhong Jun.

"Xu Mao, is this ordered by the Emperor?" Feng Yufei's expression remained completely calm. "I want to see him..." She still refused to believe that Shangguan Hongye would place her under house arrest.

Right at that moment, six fire rock pythons lurking within the magma roared and burst forth straight toward the newly born Samsara Stone. As they moved, they whipped up towering waves of magma; these searing, solar-fire-infused molten tides were something even fierce ghosts in the Soul-Burning stage dared not touch easily.

Over these past few days, in order to conquer the Jin army's camp, the two hundred thousand elite Northwest troops had taken turns in brutal, bloody combat, relying entirely on swigging fiery liquor to muster their courage, finally growing closer and closer to victory. As long as they breached the Jin encampment, any amount of sacrifice would be worthwhile.

Fang Qi moved with lightning speed, transferring the fire-starter to his left hand while drawing his blade with his right. The blade's reflection caught the glow of the tinder like lightning and a rainbow, slashing directly down toward the fist swung by the Arhat right at his face.

Fang Qi drifted back a full zhang, drew a deep breath of chilly air, and stared frowningly at Zhao Meng, truly at a loss for where to strike.

"Fine, fine, fine, as you like. I must be leaving now, lock the door behind me." With those words, she swept out like a gust of wind.

For a moment, aside from Ji Man's laughter, the courtyard fell utterly silent. Tears welled up in Wen Wan's eyes as she bit her lower lip with a pitiful expression, looking for all the world like she had suffered a monumental grievance, casting a deeply resentful look toward Ji Man.

So what was the point of making a scene? If she made such a fuss that the Crown Prince truly lost all affection for her, what kind of good days would she have left to look forward to?

"There's no need to repair it, the damage is too severe. Even if we spend boundless immortal energy to patch it up, it won't hold for four hours. We might as well use this opportunity to properly recover our strength," hearing Blue Sea's words, the last glimmer of hope in Luo Hao's eyes extinguished entirely.

This was also why, after the doomsday of cultivators a millennium ago, the Soul-Search Society's very first target for elimination had been the Blue family.

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Since Lust City and Nebula City were not far apart, an Immortal General would likely be able to arrive in about five days.

He couldn't help recalling how, a year ago, Lu Chengxi had spoken of him in the exact same manner, and An Nuan had too. His expression instantly vanished from its previous composure.

The giant beast was extremely furious. Realizing it could not catch Blue Sea this way, it calmed its mind and ceased its attacks. No matter how Blue Sea provoked it, the beast refused to strike again, merely staring intently with a hostile gaze. Blue Sea grew curious—could this brute actually possess intelligence?

Sister Li from the company said that a husband and wife must accommodate each other; since he had money and a big temper, she should just accommodate him a little more.

One night, it was still early when I returned to Nanshan from Qinghua, so I decided to drop by his place. When I pushed the door open, Xia Xue was sitting on the living room sofa eating instant noodles.

Although she had briefly mentioned her relationship with Qiao Zhi, he knew she had only spoken of trivial matters; otherwise, she would not be so defensive regarding the people of the Qiao family.

To protect the young lady's pride, she chose not to make a fuss. The young lady looked at her eagerly, overflowing with gratitude, tears shimmering on the verge of falling.

The sound of clattering bowls and chopsticks echoed by her ear once more. A pair of chopsticks reached toward the edge of Murong Nianchen's small bone plate. Without letting his gaze fall in that direction, Ruan Tian turned her head away first.

The Smiling Monk thought to himself that things looked ominous. His Junior Brother Yuchi had already been killed, and his own flying sword was lost. One must know that whether righteous or demonic, the cultivation of a sword immortal relied entirely upon that single flying sword. Now that the Smiling Monk had lost his, given his level of mastery where his sword qi-core had yet to form, how could he possibly match this millennium-old spider demon?

Now everyone knew that Tang Guo's family had paid her tuition fees; how was she supposed to hold her head high in the future?

Seeing Ouyang tap the Jiuyi Cauldron before him, the spatial pearl slowly drifted back down. The mouth of the cauldron parted into a crack, and Ouyang tapped the Azure Mirage Bottle atop his head. With a *whoosh*, the bottle flew into the fissure, and the cauldron lid slammed shut with a thunderous crash, sealing every gap seamlessly.

Last time, Teacher Zou had a young assistant head-teacher substitute for her at the parent-teacher meeting due to illness, and as a result, Bo Yang ended up getting into a physical fight with other parents.

Wu Wei was not in a hurry, however. He knew that since Fang Duo had chosen to act this way, there must be a reason behind it.

"Silly child, haven't you heard the saying 'poor soldiers, impoverished soldiers'? How much money could a soldier possibly have?" Indeed, back in those days, military subsidies were meager, which was precisely why many people were unwilling to enlist.

If looks could kill, then Li Daimin would undoubtedly have been hacked into a thousand pieces by Fang Duo's glare at this very moment.

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Upon hearing those words from the other party, I nearly broke out in curses. What the hell, was this fellow asking for a beating?

Both of his hands were bound, making it impossible for him to even scratch an itch himself. That sensation was truly a form of torture.

"Princess Consort?" After speaking, when Lian Xin failed to receive a response for a long time, Gong Xue Liu could not help calling out with her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

"Mother, I'm fine. You cannot always worry about me like this. What would happen if I went away to stay somewhere for a very long time in the future?" Lian Xin sighed softly, looking somewhat helpless.

"No, if it comes to that, you might as well sacrifice me. There's no need to map out the westward route either." Although I lacked the strength, I still forced myself to struggle and speak out.

"How do you know we aren't a couple?" The lingering flush had yet to fade from the proprietress's face as she began to regain her composure.

There must be something over there capable of refracting sunlight, and that object was certainly no ordinary thing.

"I got this from that old man Tom in Water 7," dodging Wuchen's questioning gaze, Doflamingo replied very unnaturally, clearly intentionally concealing the truth of the matter.

Because we lacked experience dealing with people from Hong Kong, communication felt somewhat difficult; after all, our accents were still quite heavy. Fortunately, as long as we spoke Mandarin slowly, both sides could understand each other.

Yet Lin Yu had no time to carefully examine her own condition, for her opponent did not afford her that luxury.

Roger stepped out of the palace gates while the players followed closely behind. The scene shifted; this time it was not a black screen, but a piece of narration.

Tang Tuo walked through the theater lobby and arrived into the second-floor projection room, where he spotted a guard and a hostage.

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