Chapter 50

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The entire audience fell silent. Everyone looked at Feng Mu, and then turned their gazes to the furious elder of the Southern Mysterious Sect.
Zhao Hangyu had no choice but to go and buy it for her, so he followed the directions Long Qiuling gave him and searched along the way.
With my father's enthusiastic cheer, the image froze on his joyful expression. Then, the scene shifted to my home; my mother was sitting on the sofa crying, and my father, looking equally full of worry, sat smoking a cigarette.
He pulled his arm wrapped around her waist closer to his chest, drawing her slightly nearer to himself, and consciously slowed his pace, wishing to let her sleep more soundly.
In fact, on the road to the Divine Realm, she had already tried all kinds of immortal elixirs and miraculous medicines, but none of them had any effect. Zhao Hangyu showed no signs of waking up at all, leaving her weeping bitterly and completely at her wits' end.
A few days later, everything returned to normal. The Elite Demon-Hunting Alliance had no new missions, so Zhao Hangyu's life resumed a highly regular routine. Every day was a two-point line between attending school on time and returning home on time.
Baili Jingchen cooperated fully, gently chiding Xuan Zhige while lightly patting the back of her hand, appearing as affectionately devoted as any ordinary married couple.
As for the abyssal behemoths in the ocean, they were unprecedented—thousands of meters tall, towering even higher than the tsunamis. That day, someone captured their silhouettes in the dark night towering above the tsunami waves, directly swallowing up the island nation of Nippon.
The slovenly old man and Ling Zimo stopped talking. They sat on the open ground eating roasted chicken and drinking wine, though each drank from his own flask.
Perhaps struck in his vulnerable spot, Ying Gou's figure flickered and he instantly darted in front of Zhao Hangyu. Grabbing him by the collar with one hand, he lifted him high up into the air.
After finishing the demolition, I began filling the backyard with soil to raise the ground level, dividing it into sections to plant different flowers in each plot.
A-Wu secretly made his hand vibrate; one could see his hand trembling like a blur. When a human body is subjected to an attack, it naturally generates a buffer to lessen the impact force.
Meanwhile, the members of the Thunder Fire Fortress under the night sky all caught sight of a figure charging toward them. This threw many of them into immediate panic, nearly causing them to lose their grip on the firearms about to be fired. Even their captain, who had believed the mission would be accomplished with effortless ease, could not help changing his expression at this moment.
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Only now, he had been repelled by a single blow and could only temporarily protect Northern Ming Xi, who had lost all capacity to resist, while driving the blood qi of the Martial God Art to its absolute limit.
"Leader Li, this is a misunderstanding. Yun Xi did not mean it that way..." Seeing Li Yan take matters into his own hands, Lei Shaoze appeared somewhat nervous.
Moon Shadow yawned, then put on her clothes and went down to the river to wash up. However, illuminated by the firelight, she saw her own panic-stricken face reflected in the surface of the water.
The only difference was that what walked through the cities were not Earth's humans, but sinful spirits manifested as translucent blue entities.
Especially the tofu; younger people might not have cared much for it, but older folks with weak teeth were quite fond of it.
At this moment, Brother Qiang also noticed Yun Xi and could not help revealing a trace of a smile, though this smile was exceptionally gloomy.
The other four clans were not to be outdone either, unleashing their signature skills one after another to resist the army of fire demons.
The renown of these five emperors surpassed even that of the Primordial Five Elements Gods! Every single one of them was a legendary figure of tremendous historical fame. Flame Emperor and Yellow Emperor, collectively known as Yanhuang, are the progenitors of the Chinese human race.
Anduo stopped struggling in Xiran's embrace. Her heart ached immensely; she did not know what she was grieving for.
The few of them snatched the food from one another, bearing no resemblance to strangers whatsoever. In less than a moment, they had consumed all the roasted meat, leaving only the sturdy, middle-aged man who had been busy grilling for them without having a single bite himself.
Yet both options had a fatal flaw: the Mafia did not accept families led by non-Sicilians. It was useless to curse those stubborn old fossils for failing to keep up with the times, because when it came to the principle that a Mafia boss had to be of Sicilian descent, they were unbending traditionalists.
"I don't have a wife yet, so you don't need to worry." Liu Kunchun's reply set Su Qing's mind at ease. She wasn't harboring unrealistic fantasies; she was merely afraid of depending on others. Since Liu Kunchun was a wealthy bachelor, she had nothing to worry about.
Gongsun Yu silently opened the window halfway for ventilation while adjusting the vents of the central air conditioner.
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War makes many people fortunes, and economic crises also spawn numerous speculators. This was a feast of plunder; no one cared if other people's pockets grew empty, they cared only about how much money they could make.
Hearing this, Yuan Shu said with displeasure, "At a time of joy, why must you utter such unpropitious words?" He immediately dismissed Ji Ling.
At that time, she had recently given birth; thus her complexion was drained and haggard, bearing a world of difference from the usually radiant and stunning Madam Lin, which surprisingly allowed her to conceal her true identity.
They rode in a purely electric commercial van, rented for them by one of Elder Liang's students. The driver was on standby around the clock. Winter nights fell early, and it was already dusk when they set out from Pingchuan. Fortunately, this section of the road was not far, and the expressway was clear, so they would reach their destination in an hour.
"Aunty said you seem to have found a rich boyfriend???" Ye Xuanfen asked curiously.
What is true suffering? Baili Shouyue, Hua Mulan, and Liu Xiang were now experiencing the genuine soul-deep anguish of it.
A complex glint flashed in the depths of Mo Zihan's eyes. Ming Hua's background seemed tragic, yet it was shrouded in mystery, as if it were a predetermined outcome.
"This feeling must be wonderful." As she spoke, Kang Ling smiled sweetly, her beautiful eyes filled with yearning.
Looking at Ye Wu, he knew that nothing in this world was fair. If you wanted to attain something, you had to pay a price; the more you gained, the greater the price you would have to pay. Therefore, his feeling toward Ye Wu was merely envy, and nothing more.
Hearing Liang Meng's teeth grinding audibly, Granny Hong saw her expression shift from flushed to dark and then to pale. She shrank her neck and swallowed nervously; she surely hadn't said anything wrong just now, had she?
"It's nothing." Meng Li's expression was somewhat sorrowful. Xie Bi'an slightly regretted what he had just said—he truly had a knack for bringing up sensitive topics.
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