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Cut the damn crap. Do you believe I can blow your head off with a single shot?" The criminal never expected that the person he had hijacked would show not a shred of fear and even tried to bargain with him. Agitated, the criminal kept pressing his gun against Sun Qian's forehead. Having a gun pointed at his head infuriated Sun Qian—deeply infuriated. The feeling of having a firearm aimed at one's temple was utterly wretched.

Seeing Yan Jingtian leave the room with flustered footsteps, Song Wu's heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly lifted the door curtain and stepped inside. Through the folding screen, she saw the Imperial Noble Consort sitting by the bedside with an exhausted expression. The bruised and purple marks on her body could not be concealed even by the standing-collar robe. The bed was in complete disarray, and the brocade quilt had been torn apart and discarded to one side.

After all, Ruyue's cultivation had not yet reached a very profound level, and furthermore, they, the Green Hill foxes, possessed their own most exquisite mystic arts, which were not inferior in the slightest to the spiritual techniques practiced by Wang Erhei and the others. Naturally, to suppress Ruyue's lunar essence power, this fox immortal was more than capable.

"It's beginning to change." Fujiwara raised an eyebrow, taking in the changes in both of their bodies. Having reached her level, she was naturally able to perceive the whole from a mere glimpse. Many trends that had yet to manifest were gradually deduced by her.

No wonder even someone as formidable as Ling could be grabbed by the throat and pinned against a wall, and to this day still dared not easily show herself.

For a moment, Qingyue felt somewhat flustered and secretly annoyed, as her words had reminded Qianyin of heartbreaking matters.

Pondering this, Nanny Wang's eyes flashed slightly, and she sighed, "Sigh—what a pitiful child..." Had she not grown up in such an environment, how could she possess today's composure and forbearance?

Of course, Zheng Chen could not possibly take on the Three-Fingered Solitary alone; he knew that reinforcements would definitely arrive behind him.

A loud explosion echoed out, and a massive rift instantly appeared in the sky, stretching for a full thousand meters. The collision of the two demonic forces created an aftershock that bloomed in the air like a mushroom cloud, presenting a truly spectacular scene.

The deep rumble of a helicopter echoed from overhead. Gazing into the distance, two helicopters carrying a relatively small submarine were hovering over the lake, searching for a suitable spot to drop it.

Tong Tian'ai! Tong Tian'ai! Tong Tian'ai! He kept murmuring her name in his heart, only to find himself grinding his teeth. He truly wanted to use a thick, sturdy rope to bind her tightly to his side.

"A memory chip? What on earth is that?" Yi Pan'er was equally curious. Why would Pei Huan be searching for such a thing?

Ever since then, a true sovereign had never again appeared in the Divine Realm. Rumors said that the true God Monarch had already reincarnated, perhaps reborn into some other realm.

That day, they had talked about a great many things, even finalizing the baby's future name—Xia Liang.

Initially, this might have been a way for everyone to exchange information, but ultimately it was meant to help themselves relax, a promise they understood clearly from the bottom of their hearts.

Stepping into Xuanxin Hall and pushing open the door, what met the eye was an ancient painting. The painting's surface had turned yellowish and was full of a sense of the passage of time, hanging right in the dead center of the main hall's front wall, looking exceptionally striking.

"Indeed. Forty years ago, when I entered this ancient tomb from here, there were still quite a few trees. But ever since it collapsed, it probably ruined the soil here, making it completely impossible for trees, flowers, or grass to grow." Remembering forty years ago, Old Huang still had everything vividly in mind, feeling a tinge of nostalgia and sorrow.

Lin Feng twisted the handle of the bathroom door and found that it was unlocked. Baby must have assumed that only Lin Feng was in the room, and since the two of them already shared that special relationship, she had been in too much of a hurry to lock the door.

Yet someone grasped her hand, preventing her from touching further, and even pulled her hand to his lips, kissing it wetly.

Duan Sen clutched his chest; he was now completely and utterly defeated. He had never imagined he would be so utterly powerless in front of this man. Previously, he had kept his martial arts as a trump card, only to find his secret weapon so worthless.

Especially when he spoke those messy, nonsensical words to her, she outwardly resisted and condemned them, yet deep in her heart, she could not help but feel a subtle, strange sensation that she could not quite define.

In his view, the explosive popularity along his culinary journey was primarily due to his cooking skills, nothing else.

Sure enough, as the night grew deeper, even the seasoned veterans of staying up late for scientific research began to grow drowsy.

Lose a fight and end up in the hospital, win a fight and go to prison? That is not a universal phenomenon; many brawls and fights are settled privately.

Perhaps one day, with a single command from her, Zhao Xiaotong could have Ma Weiming arrested. Coming from such a family, how could she not know what true power was? She had no patience for such useless trifles here.

Ma Chengkun took over the Oriental Daily News last autumn, and now he wanted to use his performance to prove that he was worthy of becoming the second-generation leader of the Ma family and to rescue the crumbling family, especially given this year's perilous predicament.

Ruan Qing wanted to dissuade her, but seeing Bai Xingyi's composed and confident look, she knew persuasion would be futile.

Although he had always disliked Ling Chi's tendency to resort to wholesale slaughter at the drop of a hat, leaving behind mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and countless lost souls wherever he passed—acting with a brutal, overbearing style characterized by broken promises, bloody cruelty, contempt for the law of the land, and leaving no survivors—

Now, seeing Li Fan besieged by all the civil and military officials, Lin Qing寒 felt a strange sense of pleasant detachment, akin to watching a good show.

At this moment, she was standing on the branch of a massive tree, clearly watching white skeletons jump out one after another from concentric circles of black ripples appearing on the ground.

"To have a mind that abides nowhere—such a realm is impossibly distant. I wonder if those cultivators who finally attain true fruition can ever reach it. The likes of us can only peacefully abide in the eternal, forging ourselves into phoenixes through the fires." Yu Yan only smiled faintly.

Pang Tong spoke for a full hour without Yi Ji uttering a single word. Having spent a mere half-month by Liu Chong's side, Pang Tong had learned one thing: to let data do the talking. And these statistics left Yi Ji with nothing to say.

"No wonder the Eternal Magic Kun clan possesses great treasures without being exterminated and can even grow to such strength. But if we just enter the Eternal Time Sea like this, won't it attract the attention of the experts within their clan?" Han Bing asked.

The rest of the Great Yan Empire's generals were terrified. They rushed to support the general who had been pierced by the arrow thrown by Xiao Fan, only to discover that his heart had been pierced and he had already breathed his last.

Subsequently, Yu Yan dug out their lotus roots from deep within the pool, only to find that these lotus roots not only matched the color of the lotus leaves and flowers, but were also as hard as iron, making them nearly impossible to snap with ordinary strength.