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The scout leading the horse carrying Mei Xue suddenly sensed something unusual about her. He looked back at Mei Xue draped over the horse and saw that she had regained consciousness. He instructed the nearby soldiers to keep watch over her, then strode forward toward Zhao Xuan.

In fact, he had long had a vague sense of the deterioration in their relationship, but could she ever accept such decay?

Long Toutou tied the dagger handed to him by Li Nan to the end of a rope, swung his arm in a wide circle, and hurled the rope like a grappling hook, instantly casting it toward the opposite building where it caught firmly onto a section of tap water pipe.

At this moment, Kong Manzhen was gently leaning against the doorframe of his room, cautiously poking her head inside. She loved this wild and mesmerizing man with an irresistible, head-over-heels devotion, never looking back.

Because the accident occurred in a suburban section, although Pan Guangnian was rushed to the hospital in time and Liu Xibei had just received the report, they initially mistook the injured party for Wang Peng due to the car being Wang Peng's personal vehicle. It was only when Liu Xibei arrived at the hospital that he discovered the victim was actually Pan Guangnian.

Wang Peng smiled and nodded, urging Cai Guangland to hurry back to his duties, particularly emphasizing the need to properly arrange the payroll matters.

"Shadow is still by my side, and your current task is to protect Lian Yi." This was Han Yue's reply, permeated with absolute determination. He could no longer bear the risk of losing her.

The flashes of fire and thunderous explosions completely exposed the enemy's long-range artillery positions to the suicide squad. To Li Rangli's shock, the Japanese artillery positions were located right at the foot of the mountain where the suicide squad was stationed, less than two kilometers from the front lines.

Third oddity: Ophelia was Hamlet's lover; beside which flower did she die? First, the water lily; second, the lily; third, the rose?

"Can we talk alone?" Gao Meifen looked up and said. From beginning to end, she had remained seated without ever standing up.

With blond hair, blue eyes, and a tall figure, Zhang Buxi leaped up onto a tree branch, lay down to watch, and as she lay there, she drifted off to sleep.

Ultimately, Chu Qingtian, the agility-attribute Spirit King of Shrek Academy, became the target. Under Lin Yueyun's all-out mental attack, even though his mental power belonged to the upper tier among Spirit Kings, he still fell victim to it.

Therefore, Ye Fan easily passed through the office area and reached a door bearing the sign of the Technical Director.

Xiao Dong let out a loud shout, brandishing his broadsword in a horizontal sweep, the blade's tip grazing the throat of the early-stage Martial Commander.

"Oh, please, that was just an expedient measure! It was to save you, wasn't it?" Zhang Buxi spouted nonsense, desperately concocting a plausible reason to convince Xu Jiangzhen.

A low-grade treasured sword infused with spiritual energy, when swung with full force, could at best leave a faint white scratch. Even someone on par with Ye Fan's cultivation level would find it impossible to injure Ye Fan while wielding a low-grade treasured sword.

In an instant, both of them moved, unleashing their footwork and martial arts techniques to charge toward each other, brandishing their broadswords as they clashed.

Holding a phone charger plug, Zhang Buxi laughed out loud, then tossed the plug aside, sprawled out flat on the large bed, and immediately began to snore deeply.

After booking two single rooms in the hotel lobby, Xiao Dong and Liu Wei Guo gorged themselves on food and drink in the dining area of the Royal Victory Hotel.

Immediately, someone stepped forward to report. Initially, He Bai had not executed the captured wounded on the spot; instead, he had spent a large sum of money to cure each of them. He had allowed them to recuperate outside Jinyang City for three months, during which they had grown plump and sturdy. It was only half a month ago that they received the order to head outside Niangziguan Pass and wait for Hou Cheng's arrival.

Yang Qian watched with a suppressed smile as the two men put on airs, exchanging courteous and rigidly polite greetings. Her gaze swept past Su Haining not far away, whose face was pitch black, with the corners of his mouth twitching faintly upon closer inspection.

Although she had her own work, at a time like this, his fiancée was undoubtedly much more important. Zhou Zeyuan thought that if Zhen Linjing had nothing to do in the afternoon, he would take her to buy a diamond ring.

"Am I the kind of person who knocks on someone's door while they are doing that kind of thing?" Gu Yu turned his head back, looking at her with an expression that was half-amused and half-exasperated.

Zhang Liao nodded in agreement. Indeed, the greatest taboo in military campaigns is having supply lines severed. The Xiyang army relied heavily on cavalry; how could they not understand the tactics of cutting off supply routes? Therefore, for the sake of convenience, their own army must never take shortcuts. Leading troops and handling affairs should always prioritize caution above all.

He Bai nodded slightly upon hearing this. Anyone betrayed by their own kin would harbor a mortal hatred toward their people. Even if Ye Xun survived, he would no longer have any dealings with the other Jie tribe members. After all, broad-minded individuals were exceedingly rare in this world, and the Jie tribe currently possessed no such heroic leaders. So be it, let his life be spared.

He had indeed been holding back a surge of killing intent since yesterday, only suppressing it out of consideration for her so as not to ruin her mood. Now that she stated it so calmly, Yang Qian actually felt a wave of relief.

Zhou Zi'ang had been injured to such an extent, yet now he was actually... Zhu Youxin didn't want to think about it anymore.

Had Zunyue not intervened in the nick of time, sending a spatial rift slicing horizontally across to shear off one of the Heaven-Splitting Rhinoceros's massive horns, the towering giant would likely have been disemboweled long ago.

Unable to defeat Liu Dongyan, Feng Lin had already grown disheartened. Lately, he had been begging his father, the Marquis of Xuanping, to find him a different post. Before he could even smooth things over, Ji Jingxi returned.

This was a tour group whose main business was organizing guided tours limited to the Jiangcheng area.

The center of Sinking Star Lake was packed with tens of people. Fortunately, the expanse was large enough; otherwise, rather than being stung to death by desert wolf spiders, they would have been crushed to death by the crowd.

His headless corpse was still flying forward out of sheer momentum. Shen Cheng swung his other hand forward, striking squarely at the corpse's neck.

Mufan slipped behind Mu Qianyu the moment he finished speaking. Mu Qianyu was left utterly baffled by Mufan's bizarre actions, but at that moment, she noticed that Luoxian'er, the genius disciple of Yundie Peak, was actually walking toward her and Mulin.

Other emperors tried to send messages based on the prompts in their minds, only to be told that the conditions were not met and the transmission failed.