Did substitute number 56 play today, number 26?

“This is a major event in the game. Shouldn't we do something about it?” the chubby one said.

After adjusting her mindset, Du Yue quickly regained the composure of a family elite, her gaze sharp as a blade as she tried to pressure Ye Fan.

“Heh...” Shadow let out a cold laugh. How could he not see through Enoshima Tateko's intentions?

Clearly, it would be impossible to build neat courtyards for the inner disciples like on Teng Xiao Peak.

But in the next moment, the balloon burst without warning, and something splattered across the face of the thief’s son... It was chewing gum, chewed by a dog.

The ancient beast borrowed the cliff’s bottom to pass through. The Seven Spirits weren’t unwilling to block it; they simply knew that their strength alone couldn’t resist the Beast Emperor’s Shadow, especially since there were other auras within the Shadow they could not withstand.

Luo Zixiu, asleep, suddenly cried out, rolled over, sprang from the floor, and rushed to the mirror in the living room, rubbing his face vigorously.

Unexpectedly, the Realm Tree could absorb this spiritual energy to nourish itself—an unexpected delight.

If Du Ziyuan drew someone like Sun Wukong, Chen Nan, or Bald Cape Hero, then the possession card’s effect would reach its peak.

For a time, forces from all sides rushed toward the Sacred Spirit Hall, all well aware that while searching for the Lost Map, the seven divine weapons were also within their target range.

The young man in yellow froze, glaring at Li Yan, teeth gritted. He truly didn’t dare go. Li Yan was a Gold Venerable; he was only Silver. Facing Yu Ze, who knew what could happen.

Even if they brought it out, it would never be as effortless as before, like foreigners treating it as trash. The expression, the action—utterly astonishing.

“Challenge, but I’m going elsewhere,” Li Yan said, leaving the stage, calling Kasasuo, and heading toward another platform.

Compared to Li Yan, Yu Ze was struggling, as if a heavy mountain pressed down on his back, his spine bending slightly, his steps slowing.

Three or four seconds later, Li Yong instantly changed his joyful look to one of difficulty.

This time, the reason they sent their disciples was simply for them to gain some experience.

Later, the Mischief Demon King, in prison, encountered a miracle, took a master, and learned the strongest villain technique.

Through this, he realized that in this world, force wasn’t supreme; with cunning, he could command clouds and rain.

Li Yong stepped out of the barrel and stood, helping each other lather soap across their bodies. “Brother, let me scrub for you.” Yan’er’s eyes were seductive, her voice alluring as she spoke to Li Yong, whose body was covered in white.

Li Yan nodded, his gaze toward the silver anklet complex. He sighed inwardly, grasping the anklet tightly and grabbing Kasasuo.

His sister’s endurance made Su Yue Zhe’s heart ache. Was it because he had always been so naive and willful that she suffered?

The air remained still. Eventually, Chu Shuyue understood what “I don’t deserve it” meant. “Who are you looking down on?” Su Yue Zhe grasped the meaning.

Of course, there are no secrets that can’t be uncovered; perhaps the Peaceful Domain also knew about the Ten Nation Alliance. But by the time people from Maple Country and Tang Sect investigated and came to kill him, who knows how much time had passed.

For a king, living thousands of years is easy; even reaching the Spirit Gathering Realm adds decades to one’s lifespan.

And since Xiaoxuan was the family head, aside from reviewing, she had plenty of free time and was responsible for everyone’s meals.

By rights, Ye Long, as a homebody who had read many apocalyptic stories, should have been able to seize this global reshuffling to rise, at least survive better using his familiar knowledge.

Qin Shengxing opened his mouth, struggling to sit up. Seeing this, Father and Mother Qin quickly propped him up with two thick pillows behind him.

“It’s yours!” The old man glanced at the item in his hand, then at the city official stepping out of the car. After weighing his options, he shouted with pain in his voice.

As the two martial artists looked on in confusion, Zhou Ming drank the brewed liquid in one gulp.

Father Wang kept seeking people to talk to the client’s purchasing department, giving gifts and smiling, but it was useless. The answer was always the same: deliver on time or compensate, otherwise they’d sue him and send him to jail.

Xiong Da, it’s said, now runs legitimate business, but all his legal ventures were built on shady dealings that allowed him to grow.

From that day onward, besides Kong, some monks would wander outside the Fire Temple when idle, waiting to see if the “Master Fa Yi” Kong mentioned would arrive.

“Why should I leave? What gives you the right to make me leave?” Li Xinran’s youthful defiance ignited Xiao Ruo’an’s anger. Xiao Ruo’an lifted her chin, haughtily retorting.

Hao Ying’s action surprised me—could it be that during the recent turbulence, she became that?

After the waiter spoke, the sound of chaotic car engines and motors could be faintly heard.

Strangely, this obvious flaw, after he became a professional, turned into an advantage, making him the undisputed leader among the young generation of the Yameti Dogtooth Tribe.

From that day on, except for Kong, monks would occasionally go outside the Fire Temple, watching for the arrival of Master Fa Yi.