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Meng Qi said no more. He smiled at the two of them and walked directly under the authorization scanner.

In the VIP lounge, a big shot in a leather jacket reclined on a seat, sipping whiskey, flanked by two bodyguards over six feet tall, radiating an imposing aura. Sitting opposite him was Brother Qian, the host of Dongyu, and the two were chatting animatedly.

Feng Moxue did not like being surrounded like this. Just as she was about to leave, she was blocked by those men. They insisted on keeping her there to chat, causing Feng Moxue to frown slightly. This was someone else’s birthday party, and if she were to lose her temper here, people would gossip.

Lü Xuyang. These three words lingered in Feng Moxue’s mind, as if the most vulnerable spot in her heart had been laid bare by someone.

"Yaotian, how did you confirm it was Xiao Lu who did it?" Dan was still puzzled, as those subordinates hadn’t revealed their own identities.

With that, Elder Zhu Liu soared into the air toward the Dead Sea. The flying ants and leeches in the sky actually ignored him, remaining tightly focused on Meng Qi and Hai Ling’er, who were trapped in the encirclement.

Even if he managed to escape, the Sea Cultivator Alliance outside would not let him off easily. After all, since Su Hongxiu and the others had escaped, they would certainly circulate his appearance to others as a warning.

Ji Yunsheng did not finish his sentence, but the gloom in his eyes made those around him shudder.

"Lanlan, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell? You look flushed; could you have a fever?" Gao Qing asked anxiously. After a long wait, a voice came from inside: "I’m fine."

At this moment, even a fool could see that this Tie Zhu was toying with Fang Zhen. Yet many did not understand how an ordinary middle-stage Martial Emperor dared to toy with a peak middle-stage Martial Emperor sword cultivator; even a late-stage Martial Emperor wouldn’t dare to do so. Everyone held their breath, waiting for a spectacular duel.

"Long Ling, or rather, how should we, these people, exist?" Shentu Haolong smiled bitterly, repeating the question Li Yansong had thrown at him that day.

The boss kept a smile on his face, looked at the group, and quoted another price. Old Cat threw down the money and left first with Honda Gen, while Rat gave the boss a symbolic pat on the shoulder and nodded in satisfaction.

Dabai was good at reading the room. Seeing that something was wrong with him, he quickly stretched out his tongue and licked the back of his hand.

Doctor Su rode a horse, Daoist Lin Daochang also rode a horse, and Lord Kou, under the protection of his guards, also mounted his own.

I bit my lip tightly, confronting him for a long time. Eventually, noticing his hand tightening in secret, I had to give up and rubbed forcefully against his chest.

I snapped at him irritably, while consulting a familiar doctor about his injury and whether there might be any lingering sequelae.

Developing feelings for being abused is definitely a sickness—a mental disorder with a sophisticated medical term.

Suddenly, Ye Qing felt his blood flow stagnate and could not breathe, as if he were about to die. He immediately circulated the Heaven-Swallowing Qi throughout his body to recover, staring at Wang Nangu with a cold gaze.

"I can't put my finger on it." Li Yansong shook his head, carefully recalling every word Shentu Haolong had said.

Looking at the completed house, Yu Nuonuo could not be more excited. She had waited a full month for this house to be finished, and she was very satisfied with the final product.

Last night, the beloved illegitimate son of Prince Shen, Shen Beiyi, died on a boat drifting on the lake. The killer remained unknown, and Prince Shen had almost turned the capital upside down in search of the culprit.

At the same time, in the event of a large-scale attack, an artificial flood could be created by detonating the dam’s water-intercepting wall.

There were no extra arrangements on or below the mountain. The mountain paths were rugged, but as long as there was a path, someone would eventually be able to come up.

As Qin Huai moved his energy, he felt his whole body enveloped by a scorching current, but there was no discomfort; instead, he felt a subtle sensation that he was on the verge of a breakthrough in his cultivation.

Zhou Shuangxue did not feel dissatisfied with Yu Nuonuo due to her slightly impolite behavior, though she frowned upon hearing the shrill voices coming from nearby.

"Brute force overcomes ten thousand techniques! No matter how clever the formation is, it cannot compare to the power of my palm. Do you all understand now?" the red-haired elder turned back and said proudly.

At dusk, Yu Nuonuo took the initiative to find Bai Chi; it had been so many days, she had to coax him somehow.

"Brother Xie, you should understand! The same trick is useless against me!" Zhang Tianci laughed upon seeing this.

Led by the housekeeper to Bai Chi’s Xuanming Garden, Yu Nuonuo realized that the guest room she had stayed in last night was actually inside Bai Chi’s Xuanming Garden, extremely close to him.

Originally, it was a situation where "four parts were already gathered, just waiting for the Qin family’s production," but then the Qin family suddenly announced, "I’m done, play by yourselves this year!" If they were to start filming now, they might miss the release date and be unable to participate in the film festival. Thus, everyone cursed while filming for their lives.

Haoli took another member of the Silver-Maned Porcupine clan, and the two quietly approached the downwind position in the night. Closing their eyes, they took a few deep breaths and then ran back.

Tang Chen bid farewell to the fisherman and left the place. Time was running out; he had to hurry and grind monsters to level up.

A faint sound came from the water, which did not escape his keen hearing and divine sense. He suddenly leaped rapidly, flashing behind those giant hands.

Cha Fei still felt a sense of injustice in her heart. She hated looking at that old, wrinkled face, so she turned her eyes away, silently staring at the ceiling. In fact, if she had known she could hook up with an inner-sect disciple, why had she rushed to become dao companions with that blockhead from the same squad less than a year after entering the Cuiyu Palace?

Had Wanyan Sheng not been pressing step by step, Zhao Gou would not have spoken so ruthlessly, refuting him directly and insulting him without using dirty words—a truly extraordinary level of conduct. Analyzing Wanyan Sheng’s words, Zhao Gou pointed out directly that the Jin Kingdom’s repeated victories were only because the Khitan had already weakened, like an eagle that could no longer fly.