Thirty-two stars, all void.

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For Li Mengru, her homeland was far more important than any idol. Although it was often said that art knows no borders, Li Mengru couldn’t help but worry.
“What? How do you know?” Dao Jian asked curiously. Though he found it unbelievable, he only inquired without attempting to refute it.
Yet it was the unknown that was most terrifying. Gu Qingci gritted his teeth, torn over whether to press forward.
Desire was like a blade; although Beitang Mo was notoriously reckless, he still retained a thread of reason. It was this cool clarity that made him reach out and press the sleeping point on Hua Yuyan.
Zhe Mu rang the doorbell, but no one came after a while. He needn’t worry that Yingzi hadn’t heard—it wasn’t just that Zhe Mu had called her earlier to say that he and Ling would be coming, even if they hadn’t rung the bell, Yingzi’s group would know.
Now, within Qin Tiange, no external force remained—what was left was pure, unblemished, and immensely powerful power that belonged entirely to himself.
Ultimately, this plan still required a measure of luck. If both attempts at reconnaissance failed, then there was nothing left but to concede defeat.
From a certain perspective, the patients shrinking back was a deeply ironic scene.
In the game, when Lonely Dragon prepared to exit and the countdown hit zero, his score unexpectedly surged by 100,000 points, soaring to 550,000.
“Our number one position was utterly destroyed by the opponent—there’s no excuse that can hide this pitiful fact!” A member of the Knight team’s uniformed staff said with a weary expression during a post-match interview.
With three resounding strikes, the martial artist player’s head instantly flushed red. Yet because his strength lay in martial prowess, his thick blood and high defense prevented Qin Xiao from finishing him off in three punches.
“Brother, is your condition worsening?” An’er asked curiously, looking at Lu Lu whose face had turned flushed. She immediately grew concerned, though she was also puzzled as to why the sister had suddenly left—they had been chatting so well.
On the open ground, Edmund Lambert’s eyes flickered with fading red light as he withdrew his gaze, a faint smile barely visible at the corner of his mouth.
“Dad is fine; it’s Jin Feng,” Li Nanxian explained, noticing Gu Chuqing’s distracted thoughts.
At the front near Xianyang, the distance was close enough to reach within a day. The only concern was the many uncertainties on the road—not only enemies but also covetous allies.

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“Young man, it’s best not to meddle in other matters,” the tall, slender man patted Long Jianfei on the shoulder.
Half of those bearing the “God-bestowed artifacts” rubbed their eyes hard, as if they believed they were seeing things.
“Doctor Dai, can the Nine Suns Technique cure this illness? Is it a practice available elsewhere?” Qin Xiao asked.
Qin Xiao’s attack was also blocked by Wang Yang—not through martial skill, but due to the sheer toughness of his physique.
“Enjoy yourselves slowly; there are more fun things waiting for you,” Tang Yueyue chuckled darkly, well aware of the artifact’s power, only hoping the coming scene wouldn’t be too beautiful.
He gripped the cup tightly, his knobby, pale fingers squeezing it until it creaked.
It was hard to describe his gaze—there was none of the earlier emotional fluctuation, only a deathly coldness.
The emperor once heard me speak of Wuyunzi’s background and felt some sympathy for the one who had strayed. After hearing my story, he said, “Man is born good. Until today, whose fault is it?” Now, the emperor could deeply understand Wuyunzi’s feelings.
Among the four dropped items, only one was a green set. Following prior agreement, Ting Feng allocated the set to Ouyang Fan and took a rare level-15 ring from his own equipment to give to him.
Indeed, when he stepped out of the emergency ward and entered the lobby, standing before him was a middle-aged man in military uniform and cap.
The three had just exited the Forgotten Forest when Lu Feier pointed toward the mist-shrouded city, its outlines barely visible.
Among the twenty-three evil spirits here, three clans were moderate, comprising thirteen members. Hao Zhi Jin Yi selected one member from each clan and successfully persuaded them to surrender.
At the sight of Xia Yuan, Gu Yiling wiped away her tears hastily. Just as she was about to explain, her fragrant shoulder was suddenly embraced by Xuanyuan Chengxin.
Everyone was happily eating together, laughing and joyful, when suddenly Jinyu’s face turned deathly pale. Clutching his stomach, he crouched down.
But why did so many things feel unfamiliar? When would the many lost years of his memory return?

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The leading team relied on him to secure victory; the trailing team depended on him for a comeback. No one could ignore his presence.
On the way to He Wei’s dorm, Su Chi ate his second roasted sweet potato while asking her questions.
“But if we kill these bastards first and then regroup, it will already be too late!” Matthew flashed a beam of intense light and shouted loudly.
At that moment, a middle-aged man flew in riding a sword, an unmistakable sign of divinity. Seeing him, Tang Wufeng quickly dodged aside.
As the beast’s body began to burn, its eyes were filled with panic.
Hu Weidong had already spread news of Zhao Xueying’s incident; most of the county leadership now knew.
“So your senior means... Li Huigu’s real target is me?” Su Chi smiled.
The disciples beside him were assigned special seats and sat neatly below.
He repeated the word “you” twice but never completed the phrase; clutching his stomach, his eyes rolled back, and he died on the spot.
The manager gritted his teeth, shaking his head, forcing a smile. “Alright then, but you can’t make too much noise anymore, or it won’t be good for anyone. After you finish eating, please leave. I think they still have a while before the meeting ends.” Only after the fat man’s approval did the lobby manager relax.
Gongsun Ba’s assault showed no sign of slowing. He advanced two steps, striking with his left palm while his right sleeve swept across Shangguan Yun’s feet.
If it weren’t for Ke Qingqing sulking alone in the backyard, He Zhixian would have no chance to act. All this was connected to Xiao Yingying, who felt guilty and discussed with Xiao Jian to stay behind and track He Zhixian alongside Shangguan Yun.