Chapter 44

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When I first entered the palace, I was asked to perform an art, and was even publicly humiliated by that dim-witted princess, Ye Junyao. If I hadn't possessed some martial arts skills, whether I could have survived until today would still be an unknown.

Seeing this scene, Deidara's expression suddenly turned bizarre. Could Yao have switched careers to writing some unhealthy stuff?

At this moment, only the leading man in black remained, trying to delay the numerous Qin generals. Seeing that all his comrades had perished, tears welled up in his eyes uncontrollably. With a long roar, he bypassed the enemy general in a flash and lunged desperately with a sword straight at King Ying Zheng of Qin.

Accompanied by the arrival of a different sound, Yakushi Kabuto nodded with satisfaction, then returned to his seat.

However, with the performance imminent, she dared not play any tricks, yet it felt as uncomfortable as having a thorn stuck in her heart.

Of course, this idea was wonderful, but Yao had no intention of executing it. Frightening Deidara a little was enough; to actually slap the Marriage Binding Card on Deidara—wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

While Uchiha Itachi was still deep in thought, Kisame's kindly reminder arrived, causing Itachi, whose vision was severely impaired, to slam on the brakes immediately.

However, it was not that they feared death in their hearts, but rather that they could not die for Lu Bu. Their eldest brother's vengeance and aspirations had yet to be fulfilled on his behalf; they could not afford to die.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience. Shen Qingxue stood shyly beside Lu Xize, looking at Shen Mu, who was completely ignored in the corner, with triumph inadvertently flashing in her eyes.

Upon arriving and taking a look, this Luo Shangwu indeed intended to bully others by relying on his power, even putting on senior airs and acting shameless.

"President Su, please show mercy and raise your hand," Gu Dongting's body went limp as he dropped straight to his knees, crying tears and snot mingling together. "I was muddle-headed at the time; I didn't really mean to swindle your money."

Suddenly, Yue Yunge stopped in her tracks because she spotted a familiar herb—none other than the Three-Tailed Phoenix Leaf.

Jiang Geng looked up the mountain path and realized that all those mountain trails appeared remarkably fresh, clearly indicating frequent human traffic, though he saw no one at present.
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Immediately afterwards, someone let out a sharp scream, struck by the blazing fire truly as if bitten by a snake, leaping high while clutching their backside. The next moment, the person's entire set of clothes burst into flames.

Song Wu sensed his change, her expression shifting slightly as she moved to step back, only to find her wrist gripped by someone.

The moment this thought surfaced in his mind, recalling Wu Dong's series of warnings beforehand, a wave of bitter regret washed over him.

They were all the same, belonging to the same category of people—lowly in status, with their lives and safety hanging by a thread at any moment.

With Fang Qingxuan's kick, the spectators present were immediately filled with an unprecedented sensation.

He quickly grabbed a bath towel from the vanity counter, wrapped it around his waist, and stared straight at Qin Keqing with eagle-like eyes.

Liao Xi gathered an army of fifty thousand and charged toward the Ten-Directions Ambush Formation. At this moment, all the enemy generals and troops had converged to form the grand array.

"Ling Chen, our business is not over yet! Humph, you'd better not fall into my hands! And Liao Bing'er, Sun Changde!" Zhao Kongming touched his aching face, a trace of sinister coldness flashing in his eyes.

"Hehe, Sister Lan, staring at me without blinking like this—are you captivated by me?" Ling Chen flashed an evil smile.

If their fates were stripped away, depriving them of such abilities, it could also be considered indirectly saving many innocent people.

That rustling sound never ceased; it was impossible to tell whether it was the sound of wind rustling through leaves or a real monster roaming through the dense forest.

"Well, fatty, trying to pick up girls?" Just as Tong Yan was about to refuse, a sarcastic voice sounded from the side, and a slender young man walked over.

After walking for a while, they spotted a tavern. Yilian stepped inside, and Xu Luocheng had no choice but to follow. This place probably didn't belong to the Xu family; hopefully, the proprietor would recognize him.
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Feng Shaoming walked over to the young man in the crimson robe with an evil smile, and methodically confiscated the young man's blade token as well. He wouldn't have known until he took it—how terrifyingly rich everyone else seemed compared to him, dammit!

Liu Yucheng! Leading a massive retinue, he flew toward a mountain peak mostly shrouded in mist, with an occasional corner of rosy glow shimmering through. They landed there, and after a short while, set off again with the peak as their destination.

Empress Dowager He seemed to know something. Her expression was solemn as she quietly watched Liu Bian. She had no wish to force him; Liu Bian was merely a child, only fourteen years old at present.

After traveling another ten miles forward, the streams on the left side of the road gradually converged into a river. As their journey continued westward, the river surface slowly widened, eventually forming a lake.

Wang Bin opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly paused thoughtfully, slowly shutting his mouth as a faint trace of darkness welled up in his heart—Lan Youming no longer seemed to be his former self.

"It's me!" A steady voice suddenly echoed, and along with the sound, an imposing figure landed steadily on the ground.

"I want to learn witchcraft." Lan Youming's expression was very serious, while Shirley, sitting opposite him, leisurely finished eating the hamburger in front of her.

The howling sound was very distant, seemingly originating from the deepest depths of this endless icy sea. Only through the well-head of the Dragon-Waking Flute could Al barely distinguish a trace of that sound.

He looked down; although the Autumn Watering Trace had protected his neck, there were several bloodstains deep enough to reveal bone across his chest.
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