Chapter 27

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While black and pink are both fine, the most precious is gold. There are also top-tier black pearls, which can be considered rare treasures.

With everyone’s tempers thus cooled, Luo Depei thought to himself: Heaven be praised, I have finally managed to persuade these hot-headed people to stand down.

Tang Mo’s body leaped up abruptly as she threw both hands forward. The two daggers transformed into dark blue venomous dragons; after intertwining a few times, they suddenly separated, their paths forming two arcs of dark blue light that sealed off all of Zhuge Rou’s retreat routes.

The commotion above was so intense that it would be a tragedy if anything else were to fall and strike them on the head.

The old principal said indifferently. At his age, he could no longer bring himself to stop Qi Tengyun or anyone else.

The man in the pale purple official robe leaned over with a smile, his dark, deep gaze lingering near the two beaded curtains swaying behind the screen.

Locke stood quietly with his arms crossed, watching the "Sleeping Beauty" in the cabin before him. He no longer felt the same excitement he had when waiting for Letia for the first time, especially now that he knew the person about to wake up was a troublemaker. Locke’s mind began to race at high speed.

After landing, the masked man brushed off his hands with a flourish and turned to leave, only to find Jiang Qingshu staring straight at him. He paused, taken aback, and met her gaze.

In any case, those who practice martial arts enjoy extremely long lifespans; for those at a high realm, three to five hundred years is common, so an age gap of twenty years with Qin Shengnan is absolutely nothing.

Frank sneered and struck out with his other hand, sending a sky full of threads flying. This scene, witnessed by those below, left them perplexed: why was Vidette so fearful of threads that appeared to have no lethality?

The stage lights vanished in an instant, and on the screen, the scene of the passenger plane plummeting to avoid the hailstones suddenly appeared.

I do not like physical contact with strangers. Subconsciously, I wanted to pull away, but it would have been rude to defy her wishes, so I endured it.

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"I hope that is truly the case. But can a treasure that guards the realm really be replaced by another? If something goes wrong, we will lose our guardian treasure, and I would then become a sinner in our cultivation world!" Yu Huang did not know why he spoke these words at such a moment.

The only reason he could sit there calmly without having his bodyguards break Zhang Fan’s hand was his fear of being killed by Zhang Fan.

Up ahead, a beast several zhang tall soared into the air. Its four hooves were engulfed in black flames, and its blood-red eye sockets seemed to contain a sea of blood. As it trod upon the air, the heavens themselves trembled.

After Li Fan finished speaking, he stared directly at Bin Qi, making her afraid to look up. Even though it was pitch black, she was certain that Li Fan could see her.

Hao Bai, who had been shouting, saw the ball of light fly directly into his head, and his face turned green with terror.

At this moment, Cao Cao had no more doubts. Although he forced himself to remain calm, his whole body began to tremble with excitement. Not just Cao Cao, even Cheng Yu’s inner convictions began to waver.

Since forming this realization, Yue Chen quietly ceased his attack, swallowed a spiritual pill when no one was looking, and began to recuperate. At the same time, he observed the techniques deployed by every other cultivator.

Xu Wen had never heard that one could hear the "voice" of the Dao realm while cultivating the True Immortal path. Lin Tan had once said that only by practicing a supreme sect-guarding Dao technique, and possessing immense talent and a high realm, could one transform the Dao realm from the void into reality and draw closer to the true essence of the Great Dao to cultivate even more powerful magic.

"Many thanks for your concern, Senior Brother Sect Master!" With that, Yue Chen mounted his sword and took to the sky, heading off to slaughter his way to Ghost Island. This time, aside from the original team, only Ouyang Xiu had joined them.

On the moat outside the South City of Jinling, inside a five-story pleasure boat, in a room filled with clusters of flowers, a fair arm emerged from behind the thin red curtains, marked with a bright red lipstick print. Immediately after, another arm, white as jade, stretched out beside it, and a soft, sweet voice rang out.

Gu Qing knew that Liu Ao had already made his move against the Tiger King. After a moment of hesitation, he hurried toward the depths of the cave, wanting to see how Liu Ao would slay the beast.

At this moment, a lonely figure sat cross-legged in the pit, black gu-insects crawling and biting at his body.

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"I choose Tsukuyomi and Amaterasu." As Yezang opened his eyes, the six-tomoe Mangekyo spun within them, radiating an overbearing aura.

In the three hundred and seventieth year of the Hong Calendar, the Shangyuan Demon Lord emerged from seclusion and unified the Demon Realm of the Southern Borders. For a time, there were purges and reorganizations, wars in all directions ceased, the world was at peace, and prosperity reigned.

Her fair hand gently set down the jade brush. Mo Zhu looked at herself in the mirror; her ink-dyed hair was so dark it made her complexion look even paler and somewhat unnatural, yet it brought this intense, extreme contrast to its pinnacle. If her lips were not so pale and her face a bit more flushed, she would likely look much better.

In an instant, a dazzling light bathed the entire hall, like the morning glow of dawn or the golden radiance of a setting sun, banishing the darkness and warming the hearts of all. It was as if an angel had descended, bringing hope and leaving everyone intoxicated.

Opposite, the gaze of Murong Cheng suddenly became more intense, and he struck out in a flash.

Jin Yu Dian’s words carried both pleading and willfulness; such was her personality. Her sixth sense told her that her father must have had his own hardships for acting with such great fanfare, and she absolutely could not let her father’s provocation drive her away.

But among the crowd, there were those whose minds remained clear; their gazes suddenly sharpened as they clearly heard the hidden meaning in Chu Youshao’s words.

I could no longer sleep, so I got up and fumbled to relight the glass lamp, holding it aloft as I looked around the room, searching.