Day Forty-Eight

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Zhao Shi looked at Thousand Faces in terror, making muffled sounds in his throat, and wanted to retreat, but he had already reached the deepest corner.

A series of mysterious images flashed through Dong Zhanyun's mind—a figure in black pinching a divine incantation, an awl appearing out of thin air, followed by a second, a third, until hundreds of awls emerged, eventually converging into a huge gem-like awl formation that flew above the restriction and fiercely plunged downward.

Wang Xiaochu slowly turned around. When the white-robed elder came into his view, a trace of displeasure surfaced between his brows.

No matter where he went, he would encounter all sorts of ambushers, making it impossible for him to even sleep in peace.

After seeing William off, Chen Ning handed the German instructor over to Wang Qiang, who would assist the German instructor in carrying out the training work.

At this moment, Dong Zhanyun was only a hundred miles away from that yellow giant toad! It was only then that Dong Zhanyun realized how lucky he had been recently. "It might be too late~!" Dong Zhanyun had no choice but to heartache-fully take out a full eighteen hundred spirit stones and place them on the assembled puppet.

Peng Hao did not know what Peng Mo was up to, but since his younger sister had spoken, he would not refuse, so he pulled Jin Xiuchen into the side parlor.

"Activate the energy shield and drive straight through these trash. We don't have time to make a detour," Marshal Durant said impatiently.

Inside the World of Flowers, Yun Feng's expression was quite ugly. The soul weapon in his palm slashed out fiercely, but it failed to open even a single crack.

"!" Dong Zhanyun was so embarrassed by his words that he quickly shook his feet and said, "Cut it out, you should stop with this flattery." Guo Pinlan also nodded and said, "Coincidentally, I think so too..." Dong Zhanyun was left speechless by the retort.

His time-dilator seemed completely incomparable in front of someone's innate photographic memory combined with instant recall. After all, even if one used the time-dilator to do homework, it still consumed one's own brainpower, and whatever one did not know or understand still had to be left until after exiting the time-dilator to ask Su Qingyu.

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'Bang!' Xiong Qi exerted force with his feet, instantly crossing a distance of ten meters. His fist, the size of a sandbag, hammered into the gunman's face, directly caving the man's entire facial features inward, and red and white blood plasma was squeezed out and sprayed from his facial orifices.

"My transaction is very simple, a life for a life!" Zhang Yi smiled slightly and said unhurriedly.

"Section Chief, we are pursuing them, but if we don't intercept them ahead, we won't be able to catch up with him like this," Peng Ziyuan said helplessly.

"Hasn't Qingqing found out about this too?" Gao Mohan said with a aggrieved expression, not caring at all whether his image in the minds of his subordinates would be discounted.

Wang Tian hardened his face; he really didn't care about this matter. Compared to the hardship of climbing down and finding another place, he would rather resolve it right on the spot.

Chang'an saw that in just a transient moment, her younger sister had been squeezed far away. She reached out to pull her, but failed, and wanted to rush over, but Qiushi grabbed her tightly.

The long-overdue home, although covered in dust, still radiated a sense of warmth the moment one stepped through the door.

She stared steadily at me with a gaze full of heartache and tenderness. After a moment, that gaze shifted past me, looking behind me, and a look of astonishment appeared on her face.

Fan Yiyi's eyes instantly turned red, and she desperately held back her tears, "Mother-in-law." These were her true family, the family who truly cared about and loved her.

Suddenly, Prince Yu's eyes lit up. He figured that Ling Wushuang's major move today was nothing more than to protect the foolish prince. In that case, the foolish prince was her Achilles' heel; with the foolish prince under control, would he still need to worry about Ling Wushuang not obeying obediently?

She had to investigate, yet was not allowed to use torture. How was she supposed to make Juan'er tell the "truth"? And once Juan'er failed to tell the "truth", how was she supposed to continue playing this act?

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Occupying a high position amidst open and hidden arrows, he had constantly faced all sorts of crises ever since his birth. Several hair-breadth escapes had honed his resolve to be cold and hard, and his willpower was immensely firm. He once thought that nothing in this world could make him flustered. Yet now, he was no longer certain.

"No, it's not a joke," "I" outside the ripples said, with a wicked smile on the corners of my mouth. This smile did not belong to me; why would it appear on my face?

"Wow, such a long cut? We're doomed, how long is this going to take to heal completely?" She looked at the cut, which was six or seven centimeters long, stretching from the cheekbone to the corner of the mouth and looking quite deep, feeling heartbroken to the extreme, nearly bursting into loud tears.

However, as she went deeper, the thorns on those vines became more numerous, and Yan's stamina was nearing its limit.

This was to prevent the Emperor Qinglan from feeling heavily indebted in front of Prince Rui, which might affect their fraternal bond.

Meng Yuan's sword had landed on the man's body. Rou Rou closed her eyes in fright, but opened them immediately after, because there were no wounds and blood spurting out as she had imagined. Other than leaving a faint scar, the man's body remained completely intact overall.

"The fire I started was in the courtyard and won't cause a wildfire. Besides, even if I hadn't set that fire, they would still have caught me. What's the matter, reluctant to see me go?" Nan Feng asked with a smile.

"Brother Yun, I told you before, after I die..." Hua Wu also chimed in, but was immediately interrupted by a voice.

The man in magnificent attire let go of his long sword, his hands futilely and tightly clutching his throat, while blood gushed out uncontrollably. The man in magnificent attire made dry, choking sounds of "cough, cough," looking at Xintian with eyes full of terror and disbelief.

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