Chapter 48: Honoring Uncle (Late Night)

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Whenever Liang Hongyi asked such questions, Lang would roll his eyes and dismissively say one word: “Childish!” But gradually, Lang realized he had come to like Liang Hongyi’s childishness. This immature Uncle Liang had completely outshone his own father in every way. However, he would never tell Liang Hongyi this, lest it make him proud.

Li Mu focused all his energy, spirit, strength, bone, and vitality into this single act of intercepting the gun.

Lu Yuan was well acquainted with him. Liang came from an intellectual family, joined the army as a youth, and had served in the tank corps.

Hearing this, Han Su wondered why the old madam knew about their family affairs. Logically, such matters should not have reached her ears.

Lu Yuan was recruited from the mainland into the troupe. His performance over the past two months had been remarkably impressive and eye-catching.

Director Feng Xiaoning, along with the two national first-class actors Guo Da and Pan Changjiang, actually gave such high praise to a mere extra?

Not bad. These two unreliable parents were finally starting to make something of themselves. He should go over and cheer them on.

This was a priceless ornament bestowed by Princess Changshan to her beloved on behalf of her dear friend Meng Lan. She had personally overseen its internal crafting, which was revised seven times before the jewel was perfected.

Watching this scene, Lin Yan recalled how his brother had died before his eyes. His heart ached deeply, yet he thought, “Why can my brother die, but they cannot?” Slowly, Lin Yan’s heart began to ease.

“There’s a layer of perilla leaves laid under the bed. It’s extremely effective for calming the nerves, sent by the Imperial Pharmacy,” Ming’er said as she placed a copper brazier with charcoal to warm the bed.

Floating clouds gathered the spiritual awareness within, slowly opening their eyes. Hands formed seals again, and a jade-green crow descended, its eyes emitting a faint azure glow.

However, Nan Baqi rushed forward swiftly, grabbing Fan Yu’s hand. “Brother Baqi, what are you doing?” Fan Yu shouted in protest. But Nan Baqi struck Fan Yu with a palm, knocking him to the ground.

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At the Ancient Sword Sect, novice disciples were divided into four major halls: East, South, West, and North. Generally, the Southern and Northern Halls were considered stronger.

These three characters suddenly flashed in Ling Jiantong’s mind. She quickly withdrew her gaze and raised her folding fan, completely hiding her palm-sized face.

The atmosphere between the two sides was tense. It only needed one spark to ignite a spectacular reversal, turning the standoff into outright combat.

“It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is that you have been deceived,” said the purple-haired youth.

Luo Li lay in the tent, feeling weak and limp. Her stomach had shrunk so much she could feel her ribs. In a short time, she had lost a lot of weight.

The CEO was in a great mood, or so Luo Jin thought. From morning till now, the smile never left his lips.

“President Ye, during Zhang Fei’s tenure as the chairman and general agent of the Martial Arts Guild, how many times did the leader meet with her?” Judge Luo asked softly.

Although Li Huanfei graduated with a non-English major bachelor’s degree, he knew that even now, he sometimes struggled to communicate with foreigners. It was even harder for someone with only junior high school English basics, self-taught at that, to do well in foreign trade.

His right hand suddenly clenched. The black spiked thorn instantly transformed into a beam of black light, carrying terrifying momentum and a violent gale as it shot toward the mages. The fierce wind even lifted thick stone slabs, forming a black hurricane like a giant beast’s gaping maw, ready to devour everything.

In his eyes, Chu Nan wasn’t truly studying but using it as an excuse to ask for money. Thus, he gave no further instructions. He remained disappointed in Chu Nan.

If she were even slightly cautious and used one of the order’s best functions, the reconnaissance system, to scan thoroughly, that level of barrier would be insignificant.

Di Xin aimed at his forehead and poked with a single finger. A primeval energy like a sharp sword exploded his skull, blood splattering everywhere, mixed with thick white viscous matter.

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“This?… Ancestor! Didn’t you say that the Serpent Clan would never again wield the mandate of Heaven? That they should sever all ties to Heaven’s fate and abandon all desires. Then why are you letting Fulu Rong enter the contest for the Heavenly Seat now? Isn’t that reconnecting with Heaven’s fate?” Fu Lingyu asked softly.

“Do whatever you want! I’ve paid off my debts, so I’ve paid them off! I don’t want trouble! I’m warning you, don’t stir up trouble without reason! If you dare mess with me, I won’t let you off easy!” Li Huanfei replied to the message.

This was the safest method to cultivate the Five Elements Sword Essence, but it was relatively slow and would definitely take a long time.

The five-colored aura tightly wrapped around the skin had tremendous defensive power. Mo Fan felt that this five-colored shield could withstand attacks from a fully realized Bone Refining stage warrior.

After a cycle of resistance, suppression, and repeated struggle, the last surviving Alliance soldier still standing on land was finally swung by a barbarian warrior’s iron club into the sea.

Dry skin, oozing and festering face, eyes covered by a thin white film filled with a ravenous lust for fresh flesh and blood. Black sticky blood slowly dripped from the nose, mouth, and ears.

“It seems you don’t respect your master much either,” Cecil said. He found the assassin surprisingly approachable once familiar, so he spoke more boldly.

“Didn’t you say before that ancient zombies were extinct? But recently, it seems that various levels of zombies have appeared all over the Penguin Continent. The more prosperous the place, the higher the level?” Long Ye voiced his doubts.