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With a single sentence, Nie Zhao deliberately drew out his tone, making anyone unaware think he was about to declare his affection for Jiang Ying.

Zhou Yi's expression was less than pleasant. The moment Assistant Chen pushed the door open, he pulled the suit jacket draped over Jiang Ying to shield her from the wind and snow blowing in from outside.

Everyone else also retreated repeatedly, terrified of being caught in the aftermath of this terrifying clash, while Xiao Yang calmly protected Ye Qingqing by his side, ensuring the residual might could not harm her in the slightest.

"Stocks? You can just go straight to the stock exchange; why come looking for me?" Ouyang Lun rolled his eyes.

Yet, possessing immense patience now, he continued to question passersby. Through the explanation of one passerby, Zhu Yuanzhang finally grasped the rules of stock purchasing, along with the concepts of rising and falling prices, as well as the upper and lower trading limits.

The mute was her friend, and also the emotional sustenance of Master Hei and her brother. Their eyes were pinned on the hope that the mute might recover his memory and subsequently find a permanent cure.

Isn't everyone supposed to be equal nowadays? Besides, are nobles and generals born with a special seed? If he, Xiao Yang, could become the Dragon King, why couldn't I, Han Zhenshan?

Seeming overcome by excessive emotion, this senior's wisp of spiritual consciousness vanished with a sudden *whoosh*.

When Yang Xinyun lowered her fingers, Lin Fan was somewhat dumbfounded. Where were the tears in Yang Xinyun's eyes? Where were any tear stains at all?

Sun Wei also flew up in pursuit, but the light wall had vanished, restoring the canyon to its original appearance, and the masked man was nowhere to be found.

Shen Xinyhi looked at Gu Yi, suddenly leaning into his embrace and quietly gazing at the clouds outside the cabin window before drifting off to sleep unaware.

"Attack!" At Xin Kuang's command, the soldiers of the Xinyie army surged toward Dragon City like a breached floodgate.

Yet how could one compare the eras of today? Ji Fa fell silent for a moment, shook his head, and offered no explanation.

"Don't forget, there is a transaction between us!" Utsunomiya Masaji, possessing the body of Miku Miyu, looked at Mo Qin and said.

The blacksmith shop was much larger than it appeared from the outside, yet quite spacious within. However, the walls on both sides were densely hung with weapons, mostly long swords and spears. At a rough glance, the weapons hanging in this room must have numbered in the hundreds, and judging purely by their quality, they were by no means inferior to the broadswords displayed outside.

"Mister, can you please stop the elevator? I have to go to work!" Tong Guiguai sniffed her nose, her red-rimmed eyes turning to look at Yun Ze. She regarded him like an omnipotent uncle, thinking that with just a wave of his hand, perhaps the elevator would stop.

"Beat him!" The bald man spoke up, revealing himself to be their leader; all the people dancing around this area were his subordinates.

Tu Shanyu retrieved a few eggs and some green peppers from the kitchen, then skillfully cracked the eggs into a bowl and whisked them, washing and slicing the green peppers with practiced speed. In that fleeting instant, her practiced movements looked nothing like those of a five-year-old child, but rather resembled those of an experienced veteran chef.

Her brow furrowed tightly from the pain as the fat man yanked her hair. Struggling in agony, she looked ahead and gripped the wall, refusing to let go no matter what.

"Hmph, just relying on the likes of you? Frankly, I believe all of you will be brought to justice. The men of my Third Platoon are not to be trifled with!" Xiao Feng opened his eyes, a fierce glint flashing within them. Behind him, the men of the Third Platoon directly echoed his words, raising their arms in unison and shouting loudly.

Look at that pathetic sight. Clearly capable of sewing and making shoes, he insisted on wearing a pair of ill-fitting military-green shoes just to chase after fashion. If you are going to be trendy, why not get a proper pair instead of rummaging through someone else's hand-me-downs? Isn't that just brainless?

Aoxue took a slight, deep breath, then glanced at the other person as if she was about to say something.

Aoxue walked over to the innermost cashier counter. "Hello. This is something I previously purchased here. Could you take a look? It's turned slightly yellowish. Please see if you can help me clean it." With that, Aoxue handed the necklace to the cashier.

"Hmph." Aoxue turned her face away, though her cheeks and the roots of her ears were visibly flushed red. Xu Huinan reached out, turned her back toward him, and kissed her directly. Taken aback by the sudden kiss, Aoxue froze, staring with wide eyes at Xu Huinan's face, magnified so close she could hardly see it clearly. Moments later, Xu Huinan pulled away.

Everything proceeded logically and smoothly, with the sole exception of the weather—gloomy and overcast, bearing the heavy atmosphere of a mountain rain about to sweep through the city.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Lunji was profoundly shocked and immediately promised to find a way to track down Ye Meng's whereabouts. He demanded that Jiang Zhenrong sever all ties with Ye Meng to avoid being implicated by him. Little did he know that it was actually under Jiang Zhenrong's instigation and protection that Ye Meng had first come into contact with drugs, eventually embarking on the path of drug trafficking alongside Ning Zunhu.

As a cultivator at the Core Formation stage, Heng Yanlin naturally possessed his own pride and code of conduct.

Zhong Mushan looked at Madam Zhong, his eyes filled with tenderness. The one who had endured terror and anxiety today was not only himself, but his wife as well; yet now, his wife had turned to comfort him instead.

In an instant, the Star Forger Dragon King could feel his power returning, elevating him once more to the rank of a Supreme God.

When the monster's claws whistled through the air, Zhao Ming showed not the slightest intent to dodge. He reached out directly and grabbed the monster's sharp claws in his palm. Claws sharp enough to pierce and shatter the body of a Dispersion Realm cultivator could not even scratch Zhao Ming's skin.

Kaba Yuan's previous attack was clearly a desperate gamble, intended to force Zhao Ming back into defense and disrupt his control over the massive fist, allowing Kaba Yuan himself a chance to retreat and seek another opportunity to kill Zhao Ming in the future.