Chapter 22: Two Children

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Blades flashed through the air, aiming at Hua Duxiu, who had no choice but to quicken her pace. The bandits pursued her relentlessly, several times almost catching up, but every strike failed to land.
This figure in white, from the way he appeared to his mannerisms, was inscrutable, like an enigma wrapped in mist.
An Yun looked at her sister, who wore no makeup. An Ge was a beauty, with a high, well-defined nose, porcelain skin, and a shapely figure, though she appeared somewhat fragile.
After Gu Beibei sent that message, she never received a reply from that number again. She thought quietly to herself, as her master had said, one should not be too soft-hearted. When faced with such a person, one must be fiercer; otherwise, they would act without restraint.
Had she known that the Northern Rong Crown Prince was of such character, no matter what, she wouldn’t have sent someone to capture him. Instead, the real culprit, Xiahou Xiang, should have been arrested immediately and subjected to harsh interrogation to extract his whereabouts.
Only then did she realize it was too late to flee. The skeleton wolf’s claws slashed violently across her chest. Had she not transformed into dark smoke in time, she would have been cleaved in two.
“What did you discuss with that assassin?” Ramadan, illiterate as he was, noticed the message board had more words added.
Yun Jiao had many disciples; within a short time, they found several survivors. Compared to the previous head of the Yu family, their Shaohua curse marks were not so deeply concealed, some even visible at a glance.
Su Yu would never forget those days of relentless struggle, exhausted like a dog every day just to survive. So after arriving in the Douluo Continent, he lived a life like a salted fish—sleeping until he woke naturally, avoiding any unnecessary effort.
The fire lotus was not extinguished by the giant wave; instead, it rapidly expanded, bubbles forming on its surface as if boiling hot water.
“Do you think everyone has your exceptional abilities?” Tan Jingyi was somewhat speechless after hearing Tan Jing’s words.
Lu Li felt awkward; his mother was just like that—couldn’t she keep it to herself?

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However, just as Li Yang’s second son set off, a powerful shout came from afar behind him. The next moment, darkness fell overhead as a fierce gust of wind swept up.
Even though the Northern Abyss Profound Lord was trapped, Hai Ping dared not be careless. The Profound Lord could break free at any moment, posing a great potential threat to him.
The entertainment industry was a harsh reality; even if she had once been glorious, after fading away for so many years, she was unsure how much popularity she still retained.
The convoy sped along the highway with fireworks continuously launched. Drivers along the route marveled at the grand procession and the ceaseless fireworks, honking their horns excitedly.
Looking at Mu Yuan’s pale green battle armor, Shu Cang showed a flicker of emotion. This green armor was exclusive to the Green Mansion, extremely expensive and nearly impossible to purchase. Its defensive power was even more remarkable—it could withstand a full strike from a golden core cultivator.
Lu Ping sat quietly nearby, unable to speak. His mind dwelled on what Qingyu had said that day: “Li Qingzhao also had her youthful days.” What she thought now, how could he still reproach her?
Yet now, Huang Yuhu let out a scream—clearly injured. How could Li Xuanji not be shocked?
Shen Bing paused, eyes darting back and forth as if debating whether to agree to such a request.
“Sharp-tongued, brothers, charge! Don’t waste words on him; collecting rewards is the real business!” the fierce Tree King roared, leading the charge against Sun Wukong.
Professor Fan was initially stunned by my actions but quickly understood and bent down to wash his hands in the snow.
The so-called fart deity was merely a wild immortal, slightly superior and more orthodox than a fox immortal. I thought to myself, you and that dead rat are practically born from the same womb—why do you love flattering yourself so much? Truly a shameless scoundrel. Damn, I forgot cats and rats can’t be born from the same litter.
Ye Cheng did not blame him. To grasp the first technique of the Star and Moon Divine Fist in just one week—this young man’s future was boundless.

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There were few guards around the cold palace, so Zhao Nan slipped in easily. She saw Wan Yan, unchanged from before except much thinner. Wan Yan turned her back to Zhao Nan, her lonely silhouette stirring great pity. She was as calm as a stagnant pool, incapable of stirring any ripple.
Even A Ye regarded Shen Han differently; only those with sharp minds like Fu Yunfei thought him dull. Did Shen Han know how to cry?
Hearing my words, Scar and the others restrained themselves, not rushing forward. Still, they all gripped their weapons tightly.
Understanding was one thing; it wasn’t the first time Ji Jie had rebuked me sharply. Perhaps it was because people differ—no matter how harsh others’ words, I could pretend not to hear. But hearing it from Peng Zhen felt entirely different.
“A lifetime is too long; I haven’t thought so far ahead. But just now, I did contemplate life after escaping the palace,” Mo Mo smiled faintly at Su Yun.
Speaking of which, I felt a bit uneasy. I had been busy with family matters and somewhat negligent of work. But given the current situation, admitting it would surely lead to my dismissal.
“Still trying to run?” Four people squeezed into the tomb chamber, dragging her forcibly to a coffin opposite and pressing her down.
“I apologize for my disrespect,” Xiaoxiaoxiao thought to herself, feeling uneasy sitting there. Her sleeping posture had never been good.