133 The Great Demon King 12

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This scene portrays Eun-soo, who, upon learning that the male lead, Star-idle, has died for her sake, breaks down in agonizing, silent sobs in front of the mailbox.
If Yang Qiao fails to withstand this surge of dragon energy, or if the Azure Dragon breaks through the seal on his index finger, his body will explode like a balloon in the next instant, leaving him without a place to be buried.
Unlike the anxious company representatives, Deng Ziqi and Zhang Chengfeng felt the complete opposite.
Lost in these thoughts, Mu Yun’s head finally struck a rock, and as darkness clouded his vision, he drifted into total unconsciousness.
The filming location was a villa in the northern part of the city. To save time, Tang Youyou’s supervisor arranged for the contract to be discussed there, allowing filming to commence immediately once both parties signed.
Bandits are human too; when faced with an irresistible enemy, they will try to flee. Dozens of them ran frantically toward the main gate, only to find the exit blocked by an archway constructed from a dozen massive logs.
Bo Jianyuan was rendered speechless by Xu Mumu’s retort, and could only glare at her in fury, unable to utter another word.
Thus, Qi Jiguang had actually noticed Nurhaci’s flanking maneuver from the very first day. It was just that this great military genius of the Ming Dynasty chose, even more craftily than Nurhaci, to bide his time and strike silently.
But the Jiajing Emperor, in a fit of rage, foolishly declared that he would rather pass the throne to Yan Song than let it benefit a second-generation wastrel like him.
On the other side of Wuhan, Priest Jingxu of the Mountain-Moving Sect, one of the four schools of Feng Shui, sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, his hands forming a mudra. With his eyes slightly closed, he seemed to have entered a state of void and emptiness, his primordial spirit transcending his physical form.
Naturally, the sounds did not cease; one by one, those struck were blasted down, their cries of pain accompanying the sound like a melody.
Xiahou Chen’s phantom power struck directly beneath the stage, causing the entire platform to shake violently. A series of cracking and booming sounds echoed, and in the next moment, the stage was shattered, collapsing completely.
Upon opening it, there was a four-leaf clover, looking so vibrant and green that it seemed as if it had just been plucked.

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Even the sincere admiration Fang Zheng showed after hearing the explanation of Iron Fence Village and the Great Banyan Tree only fueled this thought further! She even felt a sense of disdain coming from the dog... though she didn't dwell on it.
The experts from the other three kingdoms were overjoyed; the noise indicated that those inside were not yet dead—there must be survivors, or how else could such a commotion be made?
The clear light collapsed, and like autumn leaves swept by the wind, the ten thousand green lotuses on the pond withered and vanished in an instant.
Had he not been injured, he might have been able to defeat him, but now... he feared he would be unable to contend with him for the next two years.
This drew the gazes of many of the opposite sex, while the boys, fueled by this roar, felt as if they had been injected with adrenaline, eager for the fight to begin so they could show off their skills, dazzle the girls, and win a beauty’s heart.
A look of surprise, or perhaps confusion, flickered in Orochimaru’s cold pupils. The Anbu of Konoha and the Akatsuki were two forces that should never have been linked.
"Speak, I am listening." Pan Gufang’s voice was steady and unhurried, devoid of any emotion, as if he were simply performing a routine task, and he offered no promises.
"Reporting to the Princess Consort, the Empress is doing well, and no ill news has been reported!" Yutao replied respectfully, her previously bouncy demeanor instantly settling down.
After knocking on the door, she walked inside without glancing aside, filled the bathtub in the alcove, and then exited, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.
She withdrew her gaze and looked at the goods on the stalls. The highest-quality items were some daily necessities, tools, and even toys; it was hard to imagine how he had managed to find such things here.
As for Mu Jin, she had no intention of worrying about it; how could one not fully enjoy such delicious cuisine? Su Qinyan felt the same.
Chen Nuo slammed the back door shut. Usually, he liked to leave the classroom’s back door open to enjoy the view, but these past few days were different. Anyone attempting to pass through the back door was turned away by him, all to prevent outsiders from peeking at Xu Miao.
Wen Zhong was taken aback when Ruoshui emerged from the room. He was skilled in the art of transformation, and with the celestial eye on his forehead, such illusions could rarely fool him. Yet, even though the Ruoshui before him clearly wore a different face, he could not detect a single trace of change, leaving him deeply unsettled.

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The emergence of a Ninth-Rank Peak Archmage caused power to be highly concentrated and opinions to be unified across the world, making it impossible to replicate the infiltration tactics of the technological world.
Consequently, the pile of washed clothes in the basin next to Cang Lan began to diminish in geometric progression, replaced by a beautiful display of laundry on the rack in front of the house.
Gu Yu furrowed her brows: "True, everything you say is correct, and I have long prepared how to explain it to Grandmother." Having said this, she held up the item that Seventh Master Xie had pressed into her hand on the mountaintop: it was a sachet.
Gu Yu smiled, accepting the title of "Elder Sister" with pleasure. Without overthinking it, she had to admit that every time she saw this boy, a feeling of deep affection arose in her heart, just as if Dan’er were still by her side.
More importantly, she called out to it quite familiarly: "Daimeng, where do you think would be a good place for us to stay?"
"Let this servant help you dress; His Highness the Crown Prince is waiting for you." Leng Shang smiled as she brought over the clothes. After drying off and dressing, Gu Yu saw that her hair was still damp, so she left without letting Leng Shang style it.
Consort Shu watched Chu Lianruo’s every move, but could not detect any hint of pretense in her tone. Was she truly unaware?
"I will go find him; just wait here." Kong Moxuan said, turning to enter the room where the fire was still burning.
As the white figure neared Feng Chuge, it was repelled by the powerful aura surrounding her.
"How do you know I am not an alchemist? Besides, these Ice Thorn Grasses are worth far more in my hands than in yours!" Feng Chuge curled her lip coldly.