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“Brother, stop beating around the bush. Just say it. At worst, it’s death—we might as well hear you out.” The old beggar was surprisingly magnanimous, laughing heartily. After all, a dead horse might as well be treated as a living one; if rescue was possible, all the better, and if not, then death was the only outcome.

The three Englishmen stood arrogantly by, and on the table were no longer just chips, but a stack of checks.

Just because of the two words "Jian Su," the popularity of the "Laughing Proudly in the Jianghu" television drama instantly doubled, becoming the hottest topic of the moment and boosting the fame of the entire cast.

Having just stepped into officialdom and been ruthlessly struck down, Xia Han did not become discouraged. Overnight, he soared to great heights, yet he remained humble.

Elder Tianyang immediately took out a communication token from his ring. Seeing it was a message from Wang Yue, he pondered briefly before a sly smile crept across his face.

“I’ve gained another weapon,” Chu Cheng said, holding up a peculiar arrow—only the tip remained, and the shaft was almost transparent.

She quickly jumped onto the bed, grabbed her phone, and checked recent call logs—sure enough, the time showed just past ten o’clock last night.

The current Divine Martial Ape could be considered a powerhouse, possessing astonishing strength and towering seven or eight meters tall, though it was not the only exotic beast owned by Chi Dongxian.

A sharp glint of coldness flashed in Ye Feng’s eyes. He had left the Huaxia Dragon Group; by duty, even if a terrorist attack occurred within the city, it was no longer his concern—that was the police’s jurisdiction.

Having followed His Highness for over ten years, he knew well the noble prince’s character.

The surging magical power was reduced by nearly forty percent by the Lotus Seal, finally allowing the lotus mark to fade from the forehead.

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Emperor Bei frowned at Pigsy’s words, surprised that although Sun Wukong had agreed, he had become even more cautious.

After Emperor Jingtai finished speaking, Zhou Qin Chuan felt somewhat reassured; as long as there wasn’t an outright refusal, it was acceptable. It was a pity Yu Qian was not in the capital—he had hoped to meet this legendary figure.

No one believed Tian Wen could succeed, yet involuntarily, they still harbored a faint hope.

Now, Iron Spear was urgently inviting him; deep down, Tian Wen was somewhat tempted. Here in the Nine Heavens Hall, progress was difficult—whether in resources or foundation, the power built single-handedly by Lei Jiutian could not compare to the ancient Nine-Tier Pagoda, which had been handed down for millennia.

“I already told the team leader today that we can operate freely,” Yun Yun looked up and said to Lin Xucheng.

“Hmph, stop pretending here. I’ll have you know, West Bay, I’m the biggest boss!” Inspector Chen left this remark behind as he stormed off in anger.

Lin Qiu furrowed his brows—not because he didn’t want to speak, but because Dan Hun forbade it, and he disliked Lin Xiang’s interrogative tone.

When the two appeared, everyone present was stunned. The manner of their arrival made it obvious they had been here for some time, only using some concealment technique to avoid detection. Perhaps some noticed but chose not to show it.

These skills alone were enough for Eurasia’s self-defense; next would be teaching Eurasia some advanced maneuvers, since Eurasia was practically a thorn in many people’s sides.

On the side of the Ming Butterfly Sect, the situation was passive. Lady Butterfly was gravely injured, many parts of her body wrapped in bandages. Facing the overwhelming force of the Merfolk clan, she was intimidated. With a new clan leader, the Merfolk were confident, and she doubted she could repel them. Yet she was sure that as long as they did not venture into the water, the Ming Butterfly Sect would not be defeated.

Seeing Er Gouzi open the car door, Zhuge Changle was amazed. She had already considered Er Gouzi clever, but he was far smarter than she had imagined.

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“Master, I’m taking the day off today. Selling soup every day would tire me to death,” said Meng Po.

It must be understood that if Wang Yi committed financial fraud, it was very likely to become the first Chinese internet company to face a trading suspension crisis after listing on NASDAQ.

Yet as the car drove farther, her gaze became somewhat distant—she seemed lost in thought.

The next moment, he saw Loren deliberately raise a card, his index finger lightly brushing the edge, a meaningful smile lingering at the corner of his lips.

Returning to the cave from before, it had become a ruin; the original hillside had collapsed several meters downward, looking as if a chunk had been carved out.

“Lord of the Underworld, ahead lies the gate of Fengdu City. Once we pass it, we will enter Fengdu!” Judge Cui Jue pointed to the massive city gate ahead.

Zhang Chen felt he couldn’t stay fixed in one place. Recently, the efficiency of capturing monsters here had declined, so Zhang Chen planned to move elsewhere.

Shen Hui seemed to have gathered some evidence. She believed she could never have wrongly accused Wang Ge.

Just as Maitreya Xiu was preparing everything and gathering the remaining eight Asura warriors for a desperate last stand, Black Feather King Ye Yulong was also making urgent arrangements.