23 Snatching People

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As the wall of red void passed through the Dream Team's heroes, it significantly slowed their movement.
The carriage stopped in front of the door. Wang Ning, having just stepped down, was intercepted by the government officers waiting there. She had to go inside to relay a few instructions, replace her hand warmer, and then board the carriage bound for the government office.
She was not blind; she knew Tang Ye could see the "sights" beneath her short skirt as he stared. She felt a mix of irritation and shyness, her emotions incredibly complex, unsure of what to make of her relationship with Tang Ye.
"As long as we win the championship, our influence will grow, and the audience and media will trust us more. Once we have that leverage, we can expose Yang Xiaofeng's past crimes to the public. The whole world will want to deal with him then—who would dare to trouble us?"
"Old Qin, you seem to have something on your mind today?" Wang Ning asked. The expression on the old man's face had been strange from the start. They were close enough that his typical moods were usually easy to read, yet despite his habitual gentle smile, there was something deliberate about it today.
Because I lost my appetite and sleep, I fell ill. The imperial physician said it was due to excessive worrying and that I needed quiet rest. Since then, I have been accompanied only by bitter medicinal brews and my bed... Baoyuan, if you do not return soon, I fear I shall not survive.
However, this is the outer periphery of the Hueco Mundo, where even encountering a Menos Grande is rare. Meeting an Adjuchas-level hollow earlier was pure luck; now, the two have searched for a long time without finding any formidable opponents.
"I don't understand what you mean." I looked at her in confusion. Why was her gaze so filled with pity? Was it because I lost the child?
What he admired most was the voting process in all activities. Every citizen, even prisoners, possessed an independent vote, which could often determine the future of a leader. No matter the event, voting via the optical computer was essential, following the programmatic path he considered most ideal.
Though both belong to the category of internal force, the Tiger Style and the Swallow Style differ vastly: one is indomitable, explosive, and fierce, while the other is nimble, light, and ethereal like a bird in flight.
Jiang Luo had to explain this clearly, or a misunderstanding would blow out of proportion. Once a scapegoat label is applied, it becomes impossible to remove.
Zhao Chuan said nothing, only watching Concubine Li with a sinister gaze, a wicked curve playing on his lips.
Longcheng Martial Arts University announced the first batch of winter semester students for the 21st session. Since the school had just been established, they had missed the standard college entrance enrollment, so this group was small—only about 200 people. Many were individuals with low potential discovered by martial arts gyms, or those who had achieved sudden enlightenment after entering society.

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Thinking of this, Gu Chen did not hesitate and headed straight for the location of the previous Nether-Zero Space.
Su Ning searched many farms, but the players inside were almost all fleeing toward safe areas. Unless they had a specific goal like her, they would not come here.
The Great Zhou Dynasty is not only vast in territory but also home to countless high-ranking ministers and generals at the peak of the Spirit Sea Realm guarding its borders.
Fu Yehan suppressed his anger and went to Xiulin Garden, only to be stopped outside and told that Ye Jinhuan had already gone to sleep.
Su Ning pondered the insect-refining pot she had just obtained from the treasure chest; with this item, she could make the refined insects serve her.
Nian Nian was so cute and liked him so much that Su Yanhua couldn't help but smile, his heart filled with joy that he couldn't even hide.
If Jiang Xiqian could believe his first story, this second one felt utterly absurd.
"At first, I thought it was just a cold, but it wouldn't go away, and she started running a fever. She went to the hospital, and the doctor said it was a viral infection! She seems fine for now, but I've noticed several others with the same symptoms being hospitalized lately. The hospital hasn't specified what kind of virus it is," said Bai Guo'er.
The Golden-Scaled Python was entirely golden, and its pupils glowed with gold. It was gold itself, and it loved gold. Banana peels—humph, a vulgar shade of gold, not worthy of its affection. Once it finished collecting the scraps of banana peel, its next step would be to hunt for prey.
No, it must be a coincidence. How could it know my sword technique? If anyone knew his sword technique, it could only be Ye Xuan.
Chu Wushuang wanted to ask what Liu Yan had been doing up there for so long, but she felt too embarrassed; as for Duan Tianyu, he didn't even look, let alone ask.
Sometimes I think it might have been better if Yuan Shu hadn't developed feelings for Li Linsheng so early. It was precisely because of those feelings that their falling out became so ruthless.
"Haha, Sister Baishuang, you were a gift from the Master to He Shu, so you belong to him." He Ye swayed, moving with the essence of a zigzag.

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Zhou Tian was dismissive of this claim. "What expedition team? Aren't they just thieves looking for treasure under a fancy banner?"
Jiang Xiqian nodded. This was indeed a solid explanation, one that perfectly corroborated the fact that Xu Yanran was raped after her death. The hand behind this was meticulous, naturally allowing everything to fall into place.
The subordinates began loading the carts to transport the goods back to the government office, to be reported to the Provincial Administration or the Governor's office—all matters for the superiors. Upon arrival, there was a welcome banquet, and upon departure, there would surely be a farewell party. The minor officials were already flocking toward the restaurant.
By now, she was half-drunk, staring until the sun completely vanished behind the clouds before turning to look at Xuan Zhu.
One had to admit that Yao Chuxi was a beauty in every sense; otherwise, her father wouldn't have spent money and pulled strings to get her into the palace, waiting for the day she gained power so the Yao family could benefit. But two years had passed in the blink of an eye, and her father's wish had likely fallen through.
"This daughter thanks the Emperor, my father," Princess Yunjing said before picking up her chopsticks to eat the yam slices on her plate.
She wasn't worried that Mei'er could truly steal the Master's favor; she knew the Emperor wouldn't look twice at someone like her. That pair of phoenix eyes darting around—one look told her she was no good. She only worried that if this attempt failed, Mei'er might do something detrimental to the Master.
After a few cups of wine, the group grew merrier and more intoxicated. Consort Xu ordered the attendants to bring more wine.
"Not yet, because I have only met two district heads in Baichuan City: Chen Xin of the South District and Nie Fan of the East District," Fei Junshuai replied.