55 Farewell Gift (Slightly Modified Mora)

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Yuan Na first turned off the lights, washed up with her clothes, and then stealthily crept back into her own bed.

Passing through a bustling market street, Song Qingfeng followed Hanbing to the entrance of an opera house. After handing their horses over to the stable attendant outside, the two stepped inside.

A roar echoed across the sky above the super continent, followed by the sudden appearance of a mouth of indescribable size, which swallowed the entire phantom projection of the super continent in a single gulp.

Sure enough, the Caucasian waved his hand directly, deflecting the Fire-Gathering Talisman to the side. As for the Nightmare Spirit Talisman, it had absolutely no effect whatsoever.

Fang Chen picked up the jade flute and examined it. The flute body resembled fine jade, warm to the touch, with a natural beauty in its craftsmanship. Looking closer, he noticed two characters carved at the bottom: "Life and Death."

Yet who could tell when that scoundrel would emerge, when he would extend those malicious hands, and produce such evil medicinal pills?

Good heavens, she had thought she was dead just a moment ago. Fortunately, she hadn't made too much of a fool of herself. Damn it, it was all this scoundrel's fault—why hadn't he warned her?

The framework construction was completed within half a month, after mobilizing multiple large ships and bringing in numerous machines.

At that moment, as she executed a hand seal, everyone saw a dragon-shaped ley line manifest in the void, with dragon veins intertwining and occasionally transforming into roaming dragons.

Following Wei Xing's heart-rending cry of agony, everyone snapped out of their shock instantly.

September's moves could be considered top-tier among demonic cultivators, but in front of Qiu Mosheng, they appeared somewhat trivial.

Hearing this, Zhao Xuan already had a rough idea of what had transpired between the two. Although they belonged to different races, they excelled in the same fields and shared compatible personalities, gradually giving rise to a unique romantic sentiment over time.

After all, this was Zhang Yang's grandfather. Lin Yi slowly loosened his grip, and the murderous intent enveloping his body gradually dissipated.

"Tailong? Could his old man have returned this time to wash away his past humiliation?" Zhao Xuan's eyes lit up as he asked with an amused smile.

The Queen stayed in Long'er's room for a while to keep her company, offered a few words of comfort, and then departed.
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Everyone looked over, but the two were standing too close together—it was completely unavoidable, and there was no one who could save them. Even with Liyin's speed, he was powerless to help.

Consequently, the Pillar Douluos merely exchanged glances before returning to their respective guarded pillars.

"That's right, three moves! Three moves to take your life!" Liao Chen declared, a long spear suddenly materializing in his hand.

However, the Origin-Nether realm experts from various sects were no fools; they likely realized that this Black Abyss was probably connected to the Qingsha Hall. Staying here instead of leaving now would spell trouble for their prospects.

Doctor Roste had no idea what was actually happening, but one conclusion could be drawn: Yunying definitely hadn't escaped, or rather, he hadn't walked out. Instead, he had vanished using some mysterious and unknown method. Such an ability could not be explained by science and could only be attributed to a Demon Hunter's special skills.

The Spear of Vengeance had formed a pact with the Frost Archer. Relying solely on the passive ability to hit the opponents with a combo would leave them weeping for a long time, let alone the additional damage. The three "tanks" simply couldn't withstand it and dared only retreat rather than advance.

Seeing that she could get nowhere with Chu Zhiyuan on this matter, Chu Liancheng would inevitably have to think of another way. Yet after returning, she tossed and turned all night without coming up with any better solution.

Everyone felt it was inappropriate; having spent a long time with the prisoners here, they had inevitably developed a certain degree of emotional attachment.

After holding back for a long time, seeing that Youyan refused to speak to her, she grew depressed again. What was Youyan doing earlier anyway? She was quite curious.

Chu Liancheng was somewhat enigmatic. Chen Li had never truly understood what Chu Liancheng intended to do, figuring that whatever his master wished, as a servant, he could only follow. However, things did not seem to be turning out that way now; at this point, there ought to be some sort of turning point.

At that moment, Lawrence also made his move, shifting to Kim Jong-kook's left side and assuming an offensive posture.

Under the command, more than twenty archers clad in black hard leather armor each clamped four arrows between their five fingers, pulled their bowstrings to the limit, and loosed their arrows simultaneously.

"Aunty, it's not that I don't want to help. My kid is only seven years old this year. Do you really think asking him to do this is reliable? Why don't we think of another way?" It wasn't that Liu Qiaoye didn't trust her child, but the practice of crossing the nether bridge sounded entirely too spine-chilling.

Feng Nanjin tightened his grip, clearly growing even more anxious. Anything concerning himself was manageable, but when it involved Chu Liancheng, every step forward or backward placed him in an extremely difficult dilemma.

As for why this number appeared, the reason was the combination of a critical hit coupled with a twofold attack multiplier.
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This was the result of their previous observations, which also gave Wang Hao a deeper understanding of the river before them.

Luo Tian exhaled a breath and managed to straighten his back. His abdomen had been pierced by a water jet, and though he had temporarily stopped the bleeding through acupoint sealing and was currently fine, the pain was agonizingly real. His tone was drifting and laced with a hint of self-mockery and bitter laughter.

"Bullshit! Which of your eyes saw me commit arson and murder?" The chubby fellow brandished his Heaven-Shattering Hammer, looking ready to beat someone up.

"I am not going upstairs. I still haven't washed the dishes." Ouyang Yingqi found it inexplicable; why had Nan Gonglinyi suddenly started acting so strangely?

The Tianxuan Sword Sect, which had always considered itself the bastion of the righteous path, had actually produced a man who fell in love with the Holy Son. Furthermore, that man had once been regarded by the Tianxuan Sword Sect as the most likely candidate to lead the sect to its peak in the future.

Andy scouted again and discovered several silver-grade pieces of equipment on Jiuyue Qianying: his weapon, clothes, boots, hat, necklace, and ring were all silver-grade. Moreover, that ring was exceptionally powerful—you could even call its existence terrifying.

Duan Tianlong's voice truly wasn't as loud as Hu Yan's, and the two million yuan Hu Yan demanded this time was requested with absolute righteousness, leaving no room for compromise in her tone.

Now Yu Sheng no longer needed to reply to anything, but it wasn't appropriate for him to reprimand Moyu too harshly, so Yu Sheng simply kept a cold face and remained silent.

Good! Splendid! She couldn't help but leap for joy inwardly. With a wave of her hand, she ordered the attendant beside her to invite the old man over.

Anger and resentment accumulated within her heart, resembling layers of rising flames ready to burst through her chest at any moment and incinerate everything to ashes.

Sikong Luo feigned madness in public while stirring up trouble behind the scenes. Before faking her death and leaving the imperial palace, she played a trick on Empress Lin that caused the Empress to suffer a deviation in her sword practice, nearly destroying her body and soul.

Xu Chuan swung his longsword, sending out successive streaks of silver sword Qi that collided with the silver radiance spewed by the star rabbit. The impact produced the sound of clashing metal before both forces ultimately merged together.
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