Day 41 of Being Reborn as Rimuru

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"What on earth is wrong with me? Knowing full well that he is a liar, why am I still foolishly waiting for him?" Finishing her thought, Mu Manni rested her elbows on the desk and buried her head deep in her hands.

Before pushing the door open, however, she gave it a light knock, then cocked her head to listen for a moment. There was no sound.

"Damn it, it failed again! Where on earth did I go wrong? Could it be because I didn't cultivate through bitter hardship from the very beginning, and because it was merely simulated, I'm unable to return to the primal source?" Overwhelmed by a surge of frustration, and feeling her meridians and internal organs slightly damaged, Qin Shuang opened her eyes and frowned even more deeply.

"If you have the courage to fight me to the death, perhaps I will spare your life." This was the last sentence he heard.

Therefore, the Old Guan family operated this brick kiln with a clear conscience, and everyone built their houses with absolute justification; no one felt there was anything wrong with it.

"Well, alright then, let's go!" Hearing this, Tieniu glanced at Zhang Fei, who was leaving, and asked no further questions.

"Leader, you cannot listen to him. Lin Chong is only doing this right now because we have Anna in our hands. If not for Anna, given what we have done on Earth, she would probably wish she could wipe our planet out of existence." Harboring a grudge and wishing to prevent Anna from leaving with Lin Chong, Lander deliberately belittled and smeared him.

He Qingfan was utterly shocked. The image of the Kunpeng descendant was simply beyond his imagination—it was sheerly two extremes. How could a majestic and colossal figure become so vulgar and wretched? Could it be that all great figures and heroes possess a side unknown to ordinary people?

Among them, the one who felt this most deeply was undoubtedly Zhang Jiao. His imperial guard, the Yellow Turban Warriors legion, actually possessed an even more powerful enhancement capability. Yet that kind of power—even for Zhang Jiao himself—could only be enhanced in terms of sheer might; it could never be released with the effortless control of opening a floodgate, regulating the exact intensity of the power at any given moment.

Without even sparing a glance at the internal martial arts assassin at the peak-early stage of the Marrow Cleansing Realm standing before him, his eyes—filled with a smile—looked instead toward the anxious gaze of Qi Han, who was rushing over.

These past four months, the spatial fortress had spent a thoroughly peaceful time, with no blind stellar beasts or creatures coming to disturb them.

After practicing a round of the "Tai Chi Wander," he exhaled a breath of stale air, and his spirits lifted considerably. The sky outside the window had already taken on a faint white glow. Lu Shanmin took a shower, picked up the list Lin Dahai had given him the night before, and headed out to the vegetable market to buy groceries.

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—Then, live with all your might. Dead is dead after all, and the method remained as bizarre as ever.

This meridian was none other than the foremost of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians—the Conception Vessel (Ren Mai). It contained innate Yin Qi and possessed the ability to govern all Yin-type meridians throughout the body. It also marked the beginning of the Meridian Clearing Stage within the Thoroughfare Realm (Chong Mai Realm). As long as this single meridian was cleared, it signified the transition from the lower tier to the middle tier.

Regarding this, Chen Xiao's gaze turned solemn as he prepared himself to retreat. He knew that these demon youths were at their most desperate moment, and it was entirely normal for them to want to perish together with him. Therefore, he was not surprised by their choice.

Originally, Zi Tianyi had planned to wait until he had completely integrated his own half-grotto-heaven before heading to those ruins during his final breakthrough to the Void-Returning Realm.

Mu Feng turned to the workbench, where another attendant stood—a short-haired, slightly plump man with yellow hair.

Just as the transparent勁 qi and the howling, pitch-black smoke intertwined wildly, Su Mu's white fan waved once more. The stroke was so effortless, so elegant, devoid of even the slightest hint of a murderous aura. Yet anyone by his side could clearly sense how ferocious the force unleashed by that white fan truly was.

Those band-wagoners at the bottom were also the trickiest to deal with, because their cost basis was identical to that of the market manipulators, yet they bore none of the costs of washing the shares, driving up the price, or dumping. By the mid-to-late stages, their costs were often far lower than those of the manipulators.

Seeing that Mi Qing, a youthful expert in the Dao of Alchemy, did not forcefully stand her ground, both Xie Jin and Liu Heng were deeply disappointed. They thought to themselves that if two or more alchemy experts could join forces, even if Long Qing were somewhat superior in the Dao of Alchemy, what of it? Unfortunately, the scene they had hoped to see did not materialize.

Noticing that he had attracted his grandmaster's attention, Lu Fan felt a surge of joy in his heart and said, "Master once said that striving for fame and fortune is not my intent, and remaining true to one's original aspiration is the genuine path; he taught his disciples never to forget their original aspirations." With that, he gazed fixedly at Chixia Zi.

"Strange, Brother Qi, why must you insist that Qi Qi go home?" Sensing something amiss, Xia Qingqing asked with a hint of curiosity.

Wei Yiyang felt a deep reluctance to part with her in his heart, yet he could not bring himself to utter words of retention. For he knew full well that he no longer had the qualification to keep her. Even if he wished to make her stay, he lacked the capability to do so.

Bai Ningxi had no desire to become overly entangled with them. She had been sleeping soundly in her room, only to find that the suspicious townsfolk from the inn earlier had returned, giving her a fright! Fortunately, she had cast an invisibility barrier so they had not discovered her. She left the room, only to subsequently discover that Yunxing was nowhere to be found.

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Yet Luo Dongsheng still stepped forward with handcuffs, intending to cuff these individuals and take them to the interrogation room for questioning.

The third floor was in utter chaos, which naturally alerted the Golden Years nightclub; the duty manager hastily used a walkie-talkie to notify the security personnel to handle the situation on-site.

Just as everyone present felt a stirring in their hearts, Liu Quan decisively and swiftly struck out with a palm, executing the wounded man on the spot.

In a certain basin, during the early pioneering days of the Underworld Engraving Star, Rooster Brother—who had several encounters with Wang Mu—saw his territory, the Rooster Territory, being besieged by alien domains.

After reviewing the information on the interface, Qin Yuan did not hesitate in the least and directly clicked the study button next to the Turtle Breathing Divine Art.

A series of sword auras instantly erupted across the sky, accompanied by the lingering brilliance of White Plain Star Fire after its detonation.

In Zhao Mai's impression, although the time he had spent interacting with this person was not very long, between the lines of his writing lay a deeply meticulous mind. On the surface he might appear one way, but behind the scenes he might be entirely different; he was certainly not someone who could be considered a friend.

Then came a shower and sleep, executed in one smooth motion, leaving Su Liluo with no opportunity whatsoever to react.

However, his telephone watch was not on his person, leaving him with no way to call for outside help, and for the moment he truly could not think of any solution.

Seeing Fan Tingbao's expression, she could not help but let out a soft sigh, realizing that the young woman had fallen deeply in love.

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