28 Dragging the Whole Family Along

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Nearly a millennium had passed. Although Qiao Naihe, in charge of the Demon Gate, frequently dealt with the demons of the Seven-Story Tower, the two sides had never had the chance to meet again, save for the occasional news about the Five Mice of Trap Island. Was it that their destiny had run its course, or were they both subconsciously avoiding one another?

"Nice to meet you!" Their hands clasped tightly. Long Yang was overjoyed to find a comrade in such a place.

Having just regained his youthful vitality, Mu Yunshan couldn't help but want to stretch his limbs. Since Mu Xiao came from a special forces background, he was naturally the best sparring partner.

Mu Sanqian lay on the cold riverbank and let out a desperate shout, but the moment he opened his mouth, a sharp, piercing pain tore through his chest, followed by a fit of violent coughing.

"Perhaps the Yao Clan believes that in ten years, the Flame Bow will return to them. It would wash away their shame and avoid conflict with my Qingyang Sect. It is indeed a move that serves multiple purposes; they must be quite satisfied." In truth, Yang Liang thought the same.

Qin Shou’s lips twitched, and his brow furrowed into a deep, wrinkled knot. Before he could speak, Wan Youli seemed to see right through him, shattering the last of his hopes.

Jin Mo returned to the Xuanyuan Sword to rest. Ye Linghan cast one last look at the azure-colored skeleton before heading in the direction indicated by the red jade.

Old grudges and new hatreds welled up in his heart, and Ma Chao roared in fury. He brandished his long spear like a raging lion; the spearhead carried the power to destroy all, streaking like lightning to strike Gao Chao directly.

"Does this old man have no sense of reason? We’ve suffered so much for this, and he still acts like this!" Long Yang roared indignantly.

Just then, a rustling sound not far away immediately drew their attention.

"What’s wrong with you two? Why do you seem so distressed?" she asked with a serious expression.

Qi Zhan leaned against the doorframe with a cigarette hanging from his lips, his posture loose and casual. He hadn't expected that a casual glance would lead him to see Jiang Xiyue.

The World Wave Bar was cold and deserted, the lights off and shrouded in darkness. Zhang Yang sat behind the bar, downing drink after drink, his heart filled with gloom.

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Her fingers traced the finely crafted head ornaments; though stained with mud, they could not hide their former elegance.

"Looking strictly at the offense, Sun not only lacks a disadvantage when facing a larger interior player, but he also possesses an edge in speed. He should use that speed to score this basket," Coach Hill thought to himself.

On the contrary, Chu Qinglan, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, was in a pleasant mood. She held Mo Beiyu’s hand as they sat before the chessboard, appearing entirely detached from the criticism session directed at Chu Yurou.

Chu Qinglan managed a faint smile. She hadn't been entirely unprepared last night; luckily, they were only superficial wounds, so she simply played along with the act.

I was completely unfamiliar with these alleys and just ran wherever the path led. Several times, when I was nearly caught, it was only because Fang Fang grabbed whatever trash was nearby and threw it behind us that we managed to stop Snake-Eye Ming’s gang.

Coincidentally, ever since Yan Zu acquired this mobile phone, every incident he became entangled in was inextricably linked to it, as if some unseen force had destined him to be drawn in.

The figures surrounding Shi Jiu continued to brandish their bizarre objects, and waves of eerie power already permeated every corner of the arena.

At the Wealthy Grand Restaurant, Duan Wushuang bought ten jars of the strongest, most aged white spirits in one go and handed them to Shi Jiu.

"Captain Wang, this path was clearly formed by vehicle tracks. That car must be near that house," Liang Zichen said, analyzing the wheat field before them.

The youth spoke in a cold voice, then beckoned to one of the Jiang family knights, pointing at the steamed bun he had trampled into a ruin.

The white fluorescent specks seemed to possess a conscious life, or perhaps they were being drawn by some hidden force, drifting and gathering toward the Imperial Temple.

Having tucked all his pills into his storage ring, Lin Yu’s gaze fell upon the final few items.

In his mind, the scenery he had witnessed since entering surged forth with crystal clarity.

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If he had to deal with these trifles every time he attended court, he might as well give up cultivation and return to the interstellar era.

As the Lunar New Year approached, the sea grew calmer. According to reports from the navy, the troops stationed in Nanping City still had at least half a month of leisure time, just enough for them to rest, recover, and enjoy a peaceful New Year.

Casparna tossed her head and fiercely ordered me to apologize. Such scenes were not uncommon between us, and, of course, they always ended with my submission.

With a loud bang, I watched the zombie’s body slowly collapse, its bullet-ridden head glowing with a patch of eerie green light.

Unfortunately, Qiao Nuan was set to leave in a few days to join the *Legend of the Condor Heroes* production crew in Hengdian. Though she enjoyed going on vacation, her schedule wouldn't allow it, so she had to decline Xu Qianqian’s kind offer.

Li Hai was stunned. Looking at Zhao Shirong, he saw she was also surprised, yet after a moment of hesitation, she actually agreed. Well, it was clear that Zhu Sha was helping him save face. Li Hai thought, "What’s a lawsuit? I’ll just write it when I get back. My memory is invincible anyway; I won’t forget a thing."

Yu Sangjin bit her lip hard, insisting she had been framed. Of course she had been framed; Su Jinyue and Yu Jinghe knew it best, for the witchcraft doll had been planted in her bedding by Yu Jinghe that morning while Yu Sangjin was changing clothes.

That long-lost smile seemed to grant A-Ling a courage she had never known. She smiled too, tears rolling into her mouth—salty and bitter. Her smile gradually mirrored the one across from her; she didn't smile often, and it turned out that when she did, it was breathtaking.

The leader was a burly man with a square face, his arms covered in scars and his entire being radiating a malevolent aura.