Number 79, the little substitute, is playing today as well.

The middle-aged man pretended not to hear. He flicked the green sword in his hand, and the blade buzzed. "With just these useless people by your side?" He curled his lips into a sneer, then lashed out with the green sword. A fierce burst of sword energy shot out from the blade once more, and the last disciple beside the old man fell dead on the spot.

He didn’t finish speaking before hastily calling to the other two, and the three of them took off running. A breeze blew by, catching the plump one and revealing his chubby backside.

“I’m not sure either. By all accounts, it should’ve been preventable. I just don’t know why it wasn’t,” Chen Rui admitted in confusion, unable to pinpoint the reason.

“My scenes will wrap up this week, and any reshoots will have to wait until filming is completely finished and the director notifies me. With a week free in between, I’d like to go home,” Lin Xiaohe said quietly.

She had wanted to ask him for spirit stones to buy a cauldron for refining tools. After all, she owned a considerable share in the Gluttonous House.

“No, we’re in touch every day,” Chen Ying said with her head lowered. She pulled out her phone to check her messages.

When Lu Zhishi parted ways with us, his gaze swept over me, cold and sharp. Lu Ming glanced at me as well, but only briefly before looking away and continuing forward with his father.

He didn’t have time to think. He quickly rolled on the ground, using the “Donkey Roll” technique. As soon as he rolled away, he felt a chill on his shoulder, and bright red blood gushed from the wound.

Just as he was about to collide with the Frigid Sun Wheel, the tree stump suddenly “came to life.” In the blink of an eye, its withered trunk turned a vibrant green. Seven or eight thick roots shot forth, joining Feng Sheng’s spear to strike the edge of the spinning blade.

He had barely set the girl down when she woke up again. Cracking one eye open, she glanced at the three of them and burst into tears once more. Feng Wuchen tried to comfort her in a gentle voice.

As for those few remaining living creatures, they didn’t bother to pay attention to them. Their numbers were too small to have any effect.

And as for the young soul masters who could win the championship in this competition, they would instantly become household names across the entire continent of Douluo. But at least for Wu Feng, that opportunity was now lost.

Once he finished speaking, Xiao Jianqiu glanced at Bai Ruyi, whose face was almost deathly pale, his expression filled with smug satisfaction.

After the remaining Fire-Bearers cremated their companions’ bodies and took the ashes, they followed Cesis toward the entrance of the celebratory banquet.

This seemed to be inside a grand hall, flanked by eight enormous stone pillars, pristine white and carved with coiling dragons.

Qinglian Academy had always been famous for its strict teaching, but what did that matter? Their disciples had still been utterly defeated by students from Yun Song Academy.

Hearing the hesitation in Baibai’s voice, Jiang Youning guessed it couldn’t be anything good, but she listened anyway.

“I’ve done you no wrong—why would you go so far to harm me?” Mo Feifan cried out, almost hysterical.

Zhou Zheng turned to look. At the bend in the corridor, a human head appeared, quietly observing them.

Miwako Sato glanced at Takagi’s bewildered and flustered expression. Knowing full well that he was an honest man, she never suspected that Takagi had become a dirty cop, helping a drug cartel smuggle narcotics.

Clouds blocked the moon, casting a dim glow like a lifeless disk. The whole land seemed to have fallen into a dream, wrapped in utter silence.

Bang! At that moment, a deafening noise startled everyone, and thick white smoke engulfed the entire backyard, making it impossible to see what was happening.

She watched the figure blink and disappear into the distance, then glanced at the palmful of saliva in her hand. Stars seemed to pop into Ling Xiao’s mind.

Oh no, Chen’er! How could I forget Chen’er? Chen’er disappeared while playing hide and seek with me. He couldn’t have gone far—maybe he’s still where he was before.

“A European friend gave it to me, but I promised not to reveal his identity to anyone,” Ling Xiao said.

Meier sat down heavily on the warm ground, stifling a sob—since she was now alone in the world, with nothing left to hold her back, what was there to fear? At worst, she would die; better that than waiting endlessly for a love that would never come.

“Go on,” Xu Zhiling said, gently blowing on her tea, her thickly made-up face passing into an unreadable calm.

The blue-crowned crane used its long beak to carefully smooth its mate’s dull feathers, crooning softly to comfort its increasingly haggard beloved.

What we know as the world of Narnia is actually a vast island. So, what lies beyond the island? Without question, it’s a boundless sea.

All the day’s exhaustion vanished, and Li Ma excitedly threw down the game he’d caught, bounding over to Coco in a few strides. His strong arms scooped her up in a tight embrace.

Lu Chen didn’t linger long. After putting away the jade slip, he darted deeper into the forest. Before long, a cluster of golden light appeared in his vision.

He had just thought of a way to quickly locate Li Ruoqin, only to find it didn’t work—Ye Luo could not help but feel frustrated.

Across the way, the stands had three private boxes—premium seats among the audience. On the right platform, a figure appeared. From a distance, Fusheng recognized him right away. His face, exposed to the sun, wore the air of a seasoned merchant.