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"You don't understand this. It's called nightlife, and people in the big city are just like this," Shen Jiayi said with a giggling smile.

A voice, each note more bone-chilling than the last, drifted leisurely over. Despite Gongsun Xuan possessing the demeanor of a grandmaster of his generation, he seemed barely able to maintain his composure under these circumstances, anxiously gazing into the distance, hesitating and pacing back and forth.

"You have no right to boss me around! Let's go, beauty! Big brother here is treating and booking the whole place," Yun Zhen said with the demeanor of a dissolute scoundrel, staring straight at Liu E and bullying her with his words.

Prompted by Lei Xiu's words, Irene finally recalled that Ye Lan's driving had long since surpassed the realm of street racing; it was so extreme that even the term "suicidal driving" failed to capture it. Therefore, she could not help but feel grateful that Lei Xiu had proposed this condition at the moment.

A child barely ten years old watched helplessly and wept as her own father was delivered into the mouth of a carriage-pulling demonic beast. Yet she little knew that her own fate was to be far more tragic.

However, he gave no answer, merely casting a detached glance at his way. The implication was clear: did our faction's affairs require explanation to an outsider like you? Weren't your questions utterly redundant?

This was akin to an ancient emperor failing to see the truth, bestowing a decree upon a corrupt official who disguised himself as pure as water and clear as a mirror, praising him as a great upright official. Only afterward discovering that the man was a deeply cunning and corrupt official, the emperor wished to proclaim his crimes to the entire world—was this not equivalent to lifting a stone only to drop it on one's own foot?

"Teleportation?" the man in the night-walker's attire muttered to himself, observing the spirit array attached to his body and assessing the threat to himself.

Clutching the Wild Sakura in his hand, Lei Xiu could barely restrain the urge to rush out the door and savagely hack that ghost to pieces, but Irene grabbed him and stopped him from acting so recklessly.

With that, Shen Liang took the lead as if to guide them to some upper level, but at that moment, several other servants appeared, blocking the doorway of the room.

Fortunately, the takeout she had ordered arrived at that moment, allowing her to compose her emotions before calling Qidai to eat.

Instead, the pillar of fire produced by the washing, cutting, and blowing techniques grew thinner, with a diameter of about half a meter in the middle and no more than a meter at the tip.

King Hua's servant wanted to help his master up, but was restricted by his fear of Tang Yingying, leaving him momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Orange-Yellow was about to advance to the fourth rank, and the second skill she would awaken, "Mark of Life," was truly formidable, also possessing the function of assisting in cultivation.

Having spent the past few days accompanying Chen Yaozu, she had grown thoroughly accustomed to seeing others fawn over him and pander to his every whim. How could this person possibly show such utter disregard for his face?

She told Mother Qiao that she was now working at a pharmacy and needed to learn more about traditional Chinese herbs, and that digging up milkvetch roots was simply for the sake of her work.

Turning her head to look, Li Jun and the four others in charge of contract review had already carried their tables and chairs into the Spirit Masters Association.

Tang Jingmei retrieved a large, upright incubator measuring two meters in length and width from her divine realm space, placed it properly in the center of the room, laid down a ten-centimeter-thick layer of clean river sand at the bottom, and finally arranged various colored stones inside.

Last time at Songya, Ling Yu had seemed deliberately eager to curry favor with Shen Huan—at the time, she was unsure whether the other party was trying to ingratiate herself with Shen Huan for some other reason—until this recent wave of online controversy against her blew up. Qi Kai discovered that some internet trolls specifically hired to smear her had financial ties to the Ling family, and even asked her whether she had offended someone from the Ling family.

Now Consort Li had fulfilled all her wishes and completely severed her ties with Mo Lanruo; with her heart already dead, her physical body naturally followed suit.

Murong Nuo did not say a word; she drew out a sheepskin roll bag, spread it out on the ground, donned her gloves, and took out a willow-leaf scalpel.

Zuo Qingqing's expression shifted slightly. Glancing toward the position slightly lower and to the right of Mu Qingfeng, she saw Murong Nuo standing alongside Wu Sanqi, the former pressing her lips together with an intensely complicated expression.

Because these guests did not yet know that the restaurant had changed owners, they all assumed the food tasted just as it had before.

Consequently, Luo Cheng had his parents go home to rest first while he stayed behind in the shop to calculate the day's earnings.

Mu Qingfeng, who had already lifted his foot to take two steps forward, suddenly halted, his physique freezing rigidly in place.

An Qingdong was anxious to return to the hospital, so he opened the door and entered the east room. Opening the Kang cabinet, he found a wooden box inside. Just as he reached for the key to unlock it, a pair of hands violently tightened around his neck, cutting off his breath.

However, assassination missions carried high risks and could not always be obtained at whim; therefore, the Kiss of Death had developed another, far more lucrative path.

Zhou Guan was the top student of the class, the kind who won scholarships every year. It was said that he was involved in self-media and already earned tens of thousands a month.

At present, Li Jian was immersed in a nostalgic longing for the peaceful days of the past. Even though he had already noticed the myriad flaws within this illusory space, he indulged in them purely for the sake of nostalgia.

"I won't have you go! I'll set out for Shenyang first thing tomorrow morning to find him. If I don't find him, I won't come back!" Tiger Old Seven's words carried a somewhat defiant edge.

Both the Blazing Sun Academy and the Bright Moon Academy had brought numerous disciples. Showing no modesty whatsoever, they stepped forward, yet still remembered to glance back at Feng Lingtian.

Entering the Blood Wasteland Pass from the Northern Territory, the journey was entirely unobstructed. Ye Kun did not seek out Elder Ji to reminisce, instead exiting directly through the Eastern Territory's gate.

Upon hearing this, Mulan rolled her eyes inwardly. If she were actually to believe such words, she would have to be an absolute fool.

In the process, his body once more emitted a series of cracking sounds, and by the time he reached the presence of Jiang Wushui, he had reverted to human form.

Among the three individuals present, this Lord Bai possessed the most formidable strength, followed by the Master of the Demon King's Palace, and finally the Ghost Wanlai.

Xie Zhiyan raised his eyes toward the sky. The plateau weather featured intense ultraviolet rays; he wore a black baseball cap, and the cloud layer hung so low it felt as if one could touch it merely by raising a hand.

The existence of this dao mark allowed cultivators, upon stepping into the Heavenly Venerate Realm, to commit any act contrary to natural law. For instance, intervening in another's heavenly tribulation or even violating oaths made to the Dao of Heaven would not incur the backlash of the universe's grand dao.

At noon, Gao Tianxiong and Madam Gao did not return home because they were busy with company affairs, so they specifically made a phone call to Lin Jiaying to express their apologies.

Taotao felt that his video working sessions were cutting into his rest; after much persuasion, she finally agreed to let him video chat for five minutes.

"You say the Eighth Prince's Consort did this and ended up implicating the Eighth Prince, but how do you suppose your Imperial Father will handle this matter this time? Could he really punish the Eighth Prince?" Mulan asked, putting on an expression of intense curiosity.

"Tu Gang, what the hell do you mean by this?" Having just inspected the defenses in all four directions, Tang Ren returned to the command center. The moment he stepped into the office, he was violently shoved onto the desk by two burly men, while Tu Gang—whom he had always regarded as his most trusted confidant—stood coldly to one side. The situation was utterly beyond his expectations.