Chapter 21

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Upon arriving at Wang Xiu’s comic studio, Qiuren was engrossed in flipping through the several pages of character designs for Ram that Wang Xiu had just finished drawing.

At the first hour of the Mao period, Fang Xing quietly got out of bed, while Zhang Shuhui remained awake, silently rising to help him dress and preparing his toiletries.

Amidst hysterical screams, the enemy forces once again breached the barbed wire. Yet, as they prepared to step into the trench, they sensed something amiss. Below them stood a group of dark-skinned people, their eyes pale and glaring coldly, devoid of any trace of life.

After issuing a series of instructions and glancing at the rows of exquisite half-finished and finished dishes or fresh ingredients hanging on the vegetable rack, Mingfei was quite satisfied. Only then did she leave with Yulisi.

With clear words falling from his mouth, without waiting for a response from the consummate expert of the Xuanwu clan, a series of robust and concentrated spiritual wills pierced through the cosmos. Several consummate experts from the Southern and Central Wastelands exchanged glances, their feet flashing with mysterious light, and in the next moment, they appeared in the void above Yu Yu’s head.

The envoy was cunning and immediately pressed for details. Although Tuo Huan lied, the envoy could always find channels to verify the facts of the time.

Grim selected the “Advancement” option in the legendary forging interface. Instantly, Grim’s experience points began to rapidly decrease, while countless twisted lines of law appeared around him, beginning to reshape him.

Ye Shanliang, a child picked up from India by Xi Jianrun since childhood, was known as having a divine nose, able to effortlessly distinguish every spice. He held deep affection for Xi Jianrun, who adopted him, even transforming this feeling into an indelible imprint, infusing it into his cooking.

Wu Chuan half-turned, delivering an elbow strike to his opponent’s face. Without looking at the result, he swung his long knife with his right hand and charged forward.

He sent a red envelope containing 100 points of faith to the Appraisal God Lord. The God Lord did not refuse; after appraising the Twin Stones of Jinmen, he would return a red envelope to Wei Xian, which also consumed one of the daily “plane passage” attempts.

“Where have you been recently? I heard from Feifei that you seem to have left Linhai City,” Morlan’s eyes remained fixed on Lu Yu. As Lu Yu entered, the weak Morlan’s eyes curved like crescent moons, radiating joy.

In the Long family’s main hall, Patriarch Long Zankong sat solemnly in the seat of honor. On either side below him stood several figures, including Long Zankong’s son and the elders of the Long family.

The young man looked back and saw a white tiger with wings pounce toward him, frightening him so much that his legs weakened, thinking it was the end. But he then saw the white tiger leap over his head and attack a wild boar, flipping it onto the ground and biting its neck. Within a few breaths, the wild boar ceased struggling.

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The flying tiger in the clouds flew low to facilitate Long Ji’s orientation. Ordinarily, with his mastery of three arts and eight profession ranks, such low flight wasn’t necessary, but the earthquake and torrential rain ravaging the entire Houtu Plane had dulled his sensitivity.

She seemed truly unable to understand. Standing on tiptoe, she extended her right hand, gently pressing the back of her hand against his forehead. Her hand was cool, like a piece of early winter snowflake floating into Ezreal’s body, chilling him and causing his heart to tremble.

“She sees it more clearly than anyone else,” I retorted without hesitation, beckoning her closer for a better look.

Zhao Yu and Siming’s complexion noticeably paled, yet he remained busy, glancing at the three great families before striding directly toward the firmament.

Those cultivators without the ability to traverse the air used their body techniques and mystical skills to their utmost, fleeing madly in all four directions.

Foundation Establishment stage cultivators were only half practitioners; they could only use their energy to strengthen their bodies, unable to manipulate it flexibly. To truly master energy, one must surpass Foundation Establishment and build the first layer of the Energy Tower.

Previously, Zhou Jing only held fifty percent of the shares, but now she had gradually reclaimed some, directly holding seventy percent. It should be noted that Yingtian Group was valued at four hundred billion.

The right half was always held by the monarch, while the left half was numerous, basically one talisman per locality, handed to local military and civil officials as a means of balance.

The moment Ling Jing stepped out of the side room, she spoke to the two guards outside, while her gaze shifted to a nearby bush. Her eyes paused, subtly flickering, as if the bush trembled lightly in response.

The “Divine Concealment” scene was packed with people. The location was a lodging facility on Workshop Street, a temporary building constructed within rented workshops.

Gu Lian’s palm was icy cold, her expression blank. Her eyes, under the dim streetlight, showed no life, lacking even a glimmer of radiance.

According to Ruan Xueyin’s instructions, the imperial physician and all palace attendants were absent; only Ji Wanling and Di Yan remained in the hall.

A pitch-black orc caught Liana’s companion beast, which had transformed into a flash of light charging forward, using only his right wrist. Controlling the beast’s movements, he intended to crush it in one swift motion.

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Tonight’s moonlight seemed exceptionally bright, casting a silver glow over Liu Guangshi’s mansion garden. At this moment, Zhao Fuxin and Liu Guangshi were leisurely chatting in the pavilion.

It must be said that people of the same type easily become enemies. For instance, queens against queens, lolis against lolis; hostile emotions easily arise between them, just like Lilith and Ester now.

After all, who in their right mind would take such a risk to help a comic editor in such a situation?

A three-hundred-yuan cotton jacket, when bought online, would cost around one hundred and fifty. Xue Muchun thought of her own worth: an orphan with no parents, transformed into a cash cow upon entering the Xue family.

Leona withstood two waves right at the epicenter of the explosion. Judging by the damage to her body, her physical function and condition were probably less than half of normal.

“Hey, don’t use negative sentences, don’t say no—you can only agree!” Guo Qilin teased from the side, laughing.

Just preparing these materials required a vast amount of effort, not to mention inviting celebrities. It was her first time organizing such an event, and contacting celebrities was a major challenge. Fortunately, she had money on hand and was not flustered; everything was progressing steadily.

Because of suspicion, they did not avoid it but directly asked Doctor Sun to guard a tea stall on a nearby street, preventing them from fabricating stories after seeing the imperial physician.

At that moment, as he fell, a startled cry rang out. Looking up, he recognized a face he was quite familiar with.

In the streets, Xue Muchun obtained Xu Zixing through less reputable means, becoming Mrs. Xu. Thus, they guarded against her, wary that the scarce, coveted prize of the upper class would lose a slice.