44. Have you ever thought about marrying me?

He had deliberately tried to forget her in the past, but no matter how hard he tried, she remained like a thorn embedded deep in his heart—impossible to pull out, impossible to forget.

"Very well, then I shall send you to the third level first," said the young man in green as he waved his hand. Qi Xuanyi's figure swiftly vanished, directly entering the third level of the Ancient Spirit Tower.

When Peng Ligang unbuttoned Zhibao’s clothes to reveal his chest, a bloody hole appeared where his heart should be. Peng Ligang hurriedly took the cloth handed over by Li Yuanqiang and gently wiped away the dirt around the wound. Once cleaned, the exposed ribs inside the chest cavity were clearly visible.

Diana groaned softly nearby, casting a resentful glare at Ye Feng. Two opponents were already troublesome enough; now with one more added, did this reckless fellow really have to invite trouble?

He thought back on this matter, sensing there might be some connection, but there were no clues yet, making it difficult to speculate for the time being.

Feathers of heavy snow drifted down as Gu Anran supported Gu Wan, silently gazing at the humble grave halfway up the mountain. Gu Wan looked at her mother’s simple resting place, her mother’s face in her mind already blurred, only occasionally remembered, leaving a faint warmth deep within her heart.

After entering the forest, Tao Ye and Field immediately climbed a tall tree to observe the terrain from a high vantage point. The forest covered a large mountainside, undulating like rolling waves, with a vertical drop of nearly forty meters. From the height, they could easily see the crowns of tall shrubs growing below.

When Luo Tianqing half-carried, half-dragged him back to the villa, the moment Su Ying opened the door and touched that unfamiliar cheek, an inexplicable feeling stirred in her heart.

After waiting in line for about ten minutes, they finally got a seat. The restaurant’s efficiency was evidently good; soon the ordered dishes arrived. Peng Ligang began eating a bowl of rice voraciously without a word, occasionally taking sips of cola.

Most of the disciples in the courtyard were Jin Xiu level cultivators, each fulfilling their duties. On the stone platform in the courtyard, the fragrance of tea spread as a man in a red robe carefully washed his hands and brewed tea.

When it came to things she didn’t care about, even if spoken bluntly, it was only more annoying. Their resentment, however fierce, could change nothing.

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Running at full speed, following the remembered route, avoiding all mystical beasts, the distance to the destination grew shorter.

Mo Ziyun instinctively caught it and upon focusing saw it was his soft sword. “Thank you.” He caressed the blade like greeting an old friend, his face filled with joy.

The front lines in Wuhan were fiercely contested. At this moment, Okamura Ningci was like an ant on a hot pan. He had planned to send troops to support Wuhan but just as he was about to give the order, he learned that the New Thirty-Third Army had mobilized, attacking the Japanese forces in major northern cities and key transportation routes. Okamura Ningci immediately canceled the order to aid Wuhan.

Could it be that in some respect... he was ill? To put it academically, inside Lan Pingtian’s sponge-like organ, it was unable to fill with suitable blood at the right time to fulfill its proper function?

Just as when Lan Pingtian returned from Dunhuang and first met Shirley, his conversation with Lan Youming in his own living room reflected his truest sentiments.

Gao Yong looked at the wide-open door, smiling faintly with a somewhat nervous expression. After all, he had just been released from a psychiatric hospital. Though he was relatively normal, he was inevitably affected deeply.

On the way back, Li Lingfei stopped by a restaurant for a meal and overheard a flood of news from last night about the New Thirty-Third Army’s assault on the Jin-Sui army.

The surging demonic energy tore open the ground, countless stones and dirt swirling like a tornado.

A mere undead creature dared to consume the bloodline of the Holy Son—if that wasn’t courting death, then what was?

A flicker of fear crossed his face, followed by burning anger. Charles hadn’t heard the two men’s conversation, but clearly he couldn’t wait for that cursed countdown to end. Reaching out, a strange scythe emitting black mist suddenly appeared in his hand.

Fortunately, she caught the last train and hurried back to the archery hall, only to see faint light spilling out upstairs. The place should have long since closed—was Chang Yi still there?

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The moment I spoke those words, the entire restroom fell silent. The onlookers didn’t say a word, and the dozen or so of them all watched me warily.

Lin Ke examined the gemstone for a long time without discovering anything. Better to put it away for now. After eating and calming down, the green-skinned zombies in the field must all be eliminated! Without hesitation, several people split up to deal with the monsters, ensuring they perished buried beneath the soil.

No, from the outside, that most luxurious villa was no ordinary residence. Whether in terms of land area, location, or exterior decoration, it was unquestionably a top-tier mansion.

Rubbing his nose, he recalled the faint warm fragrance that drifted from her neck when she leaned in to speak at the archery hall, stirring his imagination.

Gritting his teeth to speak the final words, the middle-aged black man, covered in white frost, collapsed heavily to the ground.

Bai Mo tore open a piece of chewing gum, popping it into his mouth. He couldn’t smoke, so he resorted to something else with a strong kick to get some relief.

The Asseras grass in its mouth was a common herb growing in woodland environments, one Charles knew well.

The next day, the Su Bei mansion was bustling as preparations for the New Year feast were underway. I went to pay respects to the Marquis of Su Bei. Seeing me in clean clothes and looking much better, his complexion improved slightly, though he still couldn’t help but ask about the wounds on my face.

At this moment, Qian Jiyao was completely unaware. Though she had done nothing, she had inexplicably become the imagined enemy of these people.