Chapter 37

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The white-haired, white-bearded old man’s features were changing at an astonishing speed, growing younger by the second as his skin tightened.

Li Qing’s tone with Yu Feihong was entirely due to being kicked out of bed in his sleep, leaving him sore and caught completely off guard.

Although her performance tonight was decent, her total profit was only around ten million.

Yan Ming listened, his heart surging with excitement, and kept winking at Ji An, even though it was nearly impossible for Ji An to discern his expression under the circumstances.

Both inside and outside the city, the wheels were in motion. While there was celebratory joy over the conquest, many commoners, having survived the disaster, began burning paper offerings to mourn their departed loved ones. Lian Chengbi had gradually received news of the Qing army’s exploitation and the hunger of the city’s people, making the opening of soup kitchens an absolute necessity.

Initially, Millennium’s senior management felt the costs were too high and were unwilling to cooperate with Prosperity. It was only Huang Qinghua’s insistence that forced the partnership between the two companies.

With this bow, Zheng Chenggong looked at Chen Kai with newfound intimacy, as if their bond had transcended that of a master and his advisor, evolving into the mutual appreciation of like-minded souls.

Mu Fan sat up abruptly in bed, drenched in sweat. Nightmares—having the same nightmare repeatedly was not a good omen.

Though darkness surrounded him, Shen Ci’s spiritual sense had already probed the area, revealing a vast, bottomless pool of water below.

The two-day training concluded successfully. After Bing’er delivered the final session the next day, everyone took a group photo. When it ended, the students were reluctant to leave and immediately booked the next session.

She skipped forward, intending to bring this up with Qin Shiyue, when she saw Li Hao running over, breathless.

Ge Fu was like a pure white flower, constantly unfurling and blooming in Lu Yao’s palm; the image was exquisitely beautiful. Ordinarily, someone would have stepped forward to criticize her, but she was so composed—her serenity was so palpable that those whispering in astonishment seemed like the outsiders.

She had originally thought that whether Lu Zhouyao’s "white moonlight" or his old flame was out there, it didn't matter, as she would divorce him sooner or later anyway.

The comments below were a mixed bag. She glanced at them; the top comment had dug up her past with Chen Boming, detailing their relationship with absolute clarity.

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Although most so-called "prime retail spots" were traps, Su Yang still scouted the dining districts throughout Rong City, looking for vacant storefronts currently up for lease.

This grandmaster had foreseen this tribulation and prepared four pills to help him recover his body.

Chu Qingli naturally knew of Chen Qingyu’s capabilities; in fact, even if Chen Qingyu hadn't intended to investigate, she would have asked her for help anyway.

Chu Qingli stared intently at the painting in the corridor, and only after confirming there were no other spiritual entities within it did she quietly heave a sigh of relief.

Furthermore, the attributes in parentheses were also a point of curiosity for Su Chen, as he did not know what they represented.

Chu Qingli smiled as she took his card, and only after watching the two board the Chu family car and disappear from sight did she finally let her smile fade.

It could be said that those who had originally been forced to beg for food on the streets were deeply grateful to Ximen Qin; some even felt guilty and wished the City Lord’s mansion would take in more people.

"Hmph, I want to see how far you can run!" The Lord of Thunder and Lightning’s voice was icy, as if it could freeze the very heavens and earth, before he vanished into the void.

"So you are the one who killed the people of Mad Demon City?" The City Lord glared, his icy gaze sweeping toward Ling Tian, though it turned into naked, raw lust the moment he looked at Zhou Ruohan.

The storm was coming, and a hidden tempest was brewing in the capital. Whether this storm would tear through the dark, heavy night or plunge the earth into deeper darkness, no one knew—not even its orchestrator, Su Yang.

Seeing Chen Bolin’s apologetic expression, the other members expressed that it wasn't his fault, but rather due to an incredibly tight budget.

Since Kaguya was coming, Sakaki didn't mind letting her test Mewtwo’s strength; after all, Kaguya possessed many powerful Pokémon of her own.

Before his own Eevee had evolved, Umbreon had always been one of Kaguya’s backup targets, though its aesthetic appeal was somewhat low, making it a lower priority.

However, after issuing this order, he secretly signaled the warship *Wolf Smoke* to navigate covertly to the rear of the Balivian Navy.

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If they were truly looking for trouble, Noel didn't know if they were brave or foolish to such an inhuman degree that they would commit such a purely suicidal act.

"The power of this... is it approaching the level of a Daoist Sword Art?" Ximen Qin asked with a strange expression after watching for a while.

Xintong forced herself to remain calm. Everything was within her expectations, so there was no need to panic when she truly saw it. She told herself that in the future, when encountering such situations, she must never, ever panic again.

The crossbow Chu Yue had been holding lay quietly on the ground, its structure shattered by a powerful impact. There were no arrows on the ground, indicating that he never intended to draw the bow from the start.

Xiang Ting knew of Qixiao’s habits, so whenever he visited, she would bring out the medicinal wine she had secretly brewed, heating it up for him to drink.

"You two are both amazing. If it weren't for your help, the upgrade and improvement of these crafts wouldn't have gone so smoothly!" Yang Feng praised the cousins, Huang Jing and Shen Xinyi.

Although the middle-aged man on the throne wore a smile, the old man dared not show the slightest negligence. The person before him was the Holy Master of the Longevity Organization, a man who killed without blinking, yet never let a flicker of emotion touch his face while doing so.

Yang Feng quietly activated his X-ray vision, clearly seeing the location of Jin Yaoming’s injury; the skin became transparent, revealing the intricate network of capillaries beneath.

Once the entrance ceremony was complete, a series of spectacular large-scale dances took center stage. The entire competition was lively, grand, and truly magnificent in scale.

He opened the refrigerator and saw a large basin of wood ear mushrooms, so he curiously picked up a few with his chopsticks.