Resting in his palm, unmistakably, was her spirit bone.

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Several new robots suddenly appeared from the streets on either side. Their structure looked no different from that of human beings—apart, of course, from the half-meter-long laser turrets mounted on their shoulders. This model was clearly designed for law enforcement and had been dispatched because of the Feather Duster’s attack.

Xiang Chen was already accustomed to getting along with Ding Yi. Though Ding Yi was as taciturn as a sealed jar, his execution was remarkably efficient.

After hearing Ling Hongzhuang’s explanation, Lu Chenxing did not know whether he ought to be pleased or vexed. Regardless of how he felt, however, he could only continue playing his part.

Without the slightest slackening, and with vast resources being poured into them in addition to Qian Huaifan’s instruction, the two had now both reached the initial stage of the Eighth Star. At that level, they were entirely worthy of being the leading figures of their junior year—or even of the entire academy.

Why was this bell, which sounded perfectly ordinary to me—even somewhat dull—transformed into something so agonizing when it reached Zhang Huanli?

My eyes swept over everything on the surface of the lake, taking in the scene before me. Though I had no idea what Meng Xi was doing, one thing could not be denied.

Fortunately, I had also been there at the time, and had taken several photographs that could very easily mislead anyone who saw them.

The Qilin’s oppressive presence and combat strength were simply too formidable. Wu Sheng and Zoro had just been beaten down despite joining forces. Now that only Wu Sheng remained, it no longer mattered whether Luffy and Zoro had fled or were already dead.

Regardless of how the powerhouses within the Pantheon viewed this peaceful conclusion, the Underworld King had already brought Lin Baodai to the top of the raised platform and begun the ceremony to confer upon her the title of Princess of the Underworld.

“Jiang An, what’s going on?” Zhao Qianzhong’s voice arrived before he did. It was full of confidence, his tone perfectly controlled, and anyone who heard it could tell at once that the newcomer was no ordinary man.

“I have not appeared in the world for a very long time. Over the years, I no longer even remember who I am. Since you have offended my young master, I cannot allow you to leave this place alive today.” Jin Chan’s words sounded somewhat plain, yet also unfathomably profound. The sentence began with force and ended abruptly, leaving Xiao Fei even more puzzled.

An hour later, screams still rang out without pause within the formation. Magical artifacts lay scattered across the ground. The dead members of the Nether Sect had dropped everything they carried, while the people of the Heavenly Dragon Cult gathered it all up like a band of bandits.

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Lu Tianming’s pale face revealed an expectant smile. He had already thought of a way out. Now all that remained was to sit back and enjoy the show.

Ouyang Zhengxiong naturally understood what the Mu and Xiao families were thinking, but if they wanted him to abandon his marriage alliance with the Chu clan, that was something he could never do, no matter what.

Around midnight, Li Haolong lay tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. Memories of the past remained vivid before his eyes. After leaving the army and returning to his hometown, he was threatened by gangsters. With no other way to escape them, he was forced onto the criminal path.

At the thought of soon being able to befriend a powerful old monster like the Netherbone Fiend, Night Owl felt a faint sense of anticipation.

Yuan Niang pressed her lips together and smiled. This was exactly how she had imagined the Xu household should be. Concubines and secondary wives ought to struggle for their place; only then would life appear to be filled with purpose and momentum.

The rain mist continued to spread. The two Mad Dragons had now completely transformed into sculptures, while the purple lightning had also become a pillar of violet thunder. The Heaven-Piercing purple lightning was formless and colorless, fundamentally impossible to touch. Yet after encountering the rain mist, it had actually turned into a sculpture. It was utterly inconceivable.

Wei Wuya sat on the sofa, holding a seventy-dollar cigar and exhaling clouds of smoke.

Her grandfather took her to places near Eyebrow-Painting Village that they had visited in the past, telling her about the things they had experienced together.

As they spoke, Mafasha held up a test tube for Aier to see. Most of the potion inside had already disappeared, leaving only a small amount at the bottom.

Although Su Shirong was seriously injured, after Xue Chen fed him a pill, he had also begun to recover. The moment Su Shirong heard what Mogefeng had said, he could not help speaking up to explain.

Yushu thought that her eldest son must have had some reason for coming over that evening. Missing him as well, she called him over to ask what was wrong.

Seeing that the bowl mender was not touching the dishes or chopsticks, the old woman urged him, “Have some. There is no need to be shy—we have eaten at the same table before. Come, come, eat.” She lifted her chopsticks and pointed toward the dishes on the table.

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The lively wedding procession passed through the noisy streets. Mo Qianye’s performance in the Kingdom of Mo had officially ended; the singing and dancing had concluded, and the gongs and drums had fallen silent. What awaited her now was a long journey to an unfamiliar country.

One after another, men radiating a fierce aura patrolled back and forth. Their sharp gazes swept over the surroundings like those of hawks, leaving no chance for even a mosquito to slip inside.

Xiao Hong glanced at Han Qing several times. She thought to herself that there was nothing wrong with him pretending to be cute, but his acting this time was far too terrible. And he even called himself a major celebrity?

Ning Fan knew this young man. He was also surnamed Li, and his name was Li Xuemin. He was the homeroom teacher of Class Four, Grade One, at Qingyun High School—the very class Ye Zi attended.

Song Shiwei nodded in thanks and was just about to raise her glass when Mu Wanwan’s hand suddenly slipped, spilling the wine all over the hem of Song Shiwei’s skirt.

A certain amount of tugging was still necessary. Those few steps of repositioning directly cost Jayce his chance to secure the kill.

“Your servant pays her respects to the Princess Consort and to Commandery Princess Ping’an…” Madam Sun endured the excruciating pain throughout her body and bowed to the two noble ladies.

Although I had no idea what method my grandfather had used to carve words into my heart, what kind of extraordinary perseverance must it have taken to accomplish something like that?

At the commentary booth, the three commentators were already prepared, while the players were entering the arena in orderly fashion.

That night, Xiao Yuhang had knelt before her and wept pitifully. It had not been entirely an attempt to win her sympathy; one could imagine just how badly the gambling house had been destroyed at the time.

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