Blowing on it makes the pain go away

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Perhaps because the preview video was released early, as soon as Ye Ming started his livestream, over a hundred viewers had already gathered.
“I’m the beast spirit of the ring you don’t want, Duoduo, hmph,” Duoduo said indignantly.
As for retirement, there was no need to worry. They could still work now, and when they grew old, they would have pensions, so it wouldn’t be much of a burden for their children.
Fijin Yue sensed mortal danger and hurriedly contracted her body midair, changing direction to barely dodge two flying knives coming from below.
Chen Fu threatened with, “Everyone’s going to the city wall to meet Qiao Shan Chang. If you dare wear your work clothes, your old man will hang himself right at the gate of Yi Courtyard!” To protect his fragile neck, Jinjin finally gave up on the work clothes and changed into new attire.
“Hahaha, so what if you summon the Fire Spirit? You couldn’t even break free from the Soul Capturing Formation before. Now that you’re at the Immortal level, what waves can you possibly stir up?” the seductive envoy laughed wildly.
“Four hundred million. Adding ten million at a time is way too slow!” Ao Shi Jianghu cursed loudly.
Wen Wan propped her chin thoughtfully. Few people made such requests, but this one seemed reasonable enough.
Moreover, Tang Yanran’s natural beauty, fair skin, and lips tinged with a faint rosy hue, combined with her outfit, exuded a youthful vitality.
Bai Qi struggled to remain calm, yet his hand holding the sword trembled slightly. He fully understood the purpose of this bomber.
“Brother Lin, I’ve always been deeply grateful for your help with the Xiao family!” Wu Xiaoyu mustered courage for the first time, her clear, bright eyes daringly meeting Lin Yang’s gaze.
“Is that so? Then let’s see how strong these two murderous pharaohs who have laid waste to thousands of fields really are. The Hua Sword Technique’s transformation into the Stone Sword.” The Northern Sword King flashed forward, launching a sword strike at Yang Yuantian, who simultaneously parried with the Cross Sword Technique.
“Go ahead!” Fan Pengcheng responded, and Xiao Ni finished applying the medicine herself. The injured’s cardiopulmonary function had slightly improved. At that moment, those around were also pushing medicine; it was truly a scramble between doctors and nurses.
Two wild pheasants were hardly enough for two big eaters. Xiao Ni gathered firewood and came back with two more, sharing one each. They ate with satisfaction; wild game provided more energy than domesticated animals.

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Shaking the blood-stained butcher knife in his hand, Feng Che ruffled his disheveled hair and sighed while gazing at the reddening clouds on the horizon.
“Right, the necklace I gave her was made from that meteorite stone,” Guan Bing quickly pulled over Li Ziqi and took off her necklace.
“Our friend’s mastery of the techniques in the Supreme Clarity Treasure Record is truly unparalleled. Many previously unclear points have suddenly become clear,” someone replied.
“Of course it’s possible,” Dan Xia nodded. Qiu Hanyue’s brows shot up in disbelief as she looked at Dan Xia.
Yang Zongyong was stunned. Seventh Brother fought fiercely; following him, life in the underworld would be a breeze. Yang Zongyong’s admiration for Seventh Brother soared to unprecedented levels. Meanwhile, Class Eight had already gained the upper hand; the corridor was especially chaotic, and students from other classes who came to the restroom had left.
Qin Caixia accidentally let something slip and nervously didn’t know what to say. She secretly signaled Guo Shaoyang to save the situation. Guo Shaoyang inwardly cursed; the damned Qin Caixia was more trouble than help, inadvertently betraying him.
She thought her tears had dried up, but once again they welled up in her eyes. Her fists quietly clenched under the sleeve.
She felt her question was redundant. Not to mention that this Political King’s Mansion once belonged to him, now beneath the East Li Kingdom’s surface, that land was still his. Wherever he wished, he could come and go freely.
At night, inside Huanxiu Palace, after an intense, passionate encounter, a lingering aura of spring still filled Shangguan Birou’s chamber.
“Is my roasting really that bad?” Kong Mojue looked at everyone’s pained expressions and took a tentative bite of a skewer.
Yu Youxuan’s crying was sincere, like a dewy flower—pure and heart-wrenching.
Zhong Boqing immediately showed a look of guilt and glanced at Qiao Menglu. Qiao Menglu had been beside Madam Zhong earlier, and because she was near his wife, Zhong Boqing dared to let go.
Xuanyuan stared at the ground, eyes wide. The recent rain wasn’t water but grains resembling rice falling onto the earth.
What would happen if he offended him again? Would he go to Empress Feng? Or would he skip the court at the Zhengzheng Hall for several days again?

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At that moment, the Demon Lord’s eyes slowly wept blood-red tears. The sky darkened instantly as a torrential rain poured down, mocking and sorrowful at once.
He remained cautious toward Nangong Xiao, treating her as an acquaintance but never counting her among his friends.
She really didn’t want to see that child—he wasn’t her own and she could not love him from the heart.
Lin Dongyang secretly observed the black-clad man with sunglasses. After he and Bai Youran got out of the car, the man immediately followed, arousing Lin Dongyang’s suspicion.
Suddenly, his body surged forward like thunder, whipping the ice-blue long whip straight at the opponent’s face.
“Nothing much, just a vampire,” Qin Hu said leisurely after sipping a glass of milk.
“Ugh—” Feeling a kick, Nan Muqian’s closed eyes snapped open to see the man’s deep, exquisitely handsome features like a crafted masterpiece.
Lin Dongyang, Bai Yuankai, and Sun Xiaoyue had just arrived at the villa when Bai Youran and Sun Xiaoyue came out to greet them. The two had been waiting in the living room but came out immediately upon hearing from the servant that Bai Yuankai seemed to have returned, proving how simple Bai Yuankai was.
At this moment, she thought of Cao Min, who also lived in the hospital dormitory, but wondered if Cao Min would be willing to move.
“Ahem.” Suddenly, a figure appeared beside Qin Hu, startling him awake. Qin Hu patted his chest, relieved. If he had continued watching earlier, he feared the power would have backfired on him. Luckily, someone saved him.
The city of Yanzhou was brightly lit. As the noise faded, the streets emptied, and people hurried home alone. In front of the northern government office stood a pair of stone lions silently and solemnly, with two red lanterns swaying gently.
The award presenter’s strong Beijing accent made Xiao Peng feel warmly familiar. After chatting briefly on stage, they shook hands and parted. The horse racing awards ceremony was mainly for the horse owners to receive their prizes. After Xiao Peng got his trophy and memento, he stood aside, waiting for Bob and the others to come up for their awards.