Volume 1, Chapter 55: The Manly Tea Drinker Intentionally Drinks You Jin's Water

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Due to the contrast of light and shadow between day and night, people are able to witness the external world, the microscopic and the macroscopic, right after birth.

Even in such a moment, what the other person still cared about was Song Ruyi. Even standing in the position of a romantic rival, Fei Yinan could not help feeling a slight sting in his nose. He squatted by Shen Lian's bedside for a little longer before finally straightening up.

Hearing the sound, Yunduo looked toward the door and saw Han Jingshen practically tumbling in, his face full of anxiety. When he saw that the person on the bed was Yunduo, his legs went weak and he almost collapsed.

If not for the architectural styles unique to the Fantasy Beast Continent, and the free-flying humans and beasts soaring through the sky, Liming would have truly thought he might have returned to an urban city on Earth.

"Roar!" The horned demon god let out a sky-ward howl, its eight characters bursting simultaneously alongside the arrows, transforming into millions of silver threads resembling embroidery needles. They swept back overwhelmingly, dense as wind and rain, shooting straight toward Chen Liqing and the death-row camp soldiers behind her.

Fang Tianqi and Luo Tianming—one being Ye Ruqin's former teacher and academy dean, and the other her brother-in-law—were among the people who cared for her the most.

This place was just as Lin Feixue had described, filled with alchemical equipment everywhere. Although the variety of equipment was not as complete as that of the Mecha Academy, the quality of every single item far surpassed it.

The circle for this match closed in the bottom right corner of the map, centered roughly around the lumberyard, spanning land, sea, and islands. It could be said to be an extremely difficult circle to play.

Haohaojun had already been knocked down three times consecutively by the opponent, his helmet and armor completely ruined. Fortunately, the enemy was relatively far away, and Zhaozhai was right beside him dedicated to reviving him, otherwise he probably would have been done for long ago.

It was not that Qin Yunfei did not dare to make a move, but rather that he knew there was definitely a certain gap between himself and this Master Ma now.

With a sudden "bang," the tiger warrior leader collapsed solidly onto the ground. A wave of pain instantly struck his waist and hips, covering his forehead in sweat.

At night, though forming a realm of its own, it could not block the moonlight from the outside world from filtering in. The pristine moonlight poured down from the vault of the sky, resembling a soft piece of satin draped gently over the earth. On a late autumn night, the trace of chilliness made the desolate night all the more bleak and cold.

Because of these events, many commoners even began to resent the Yellow Turbans, losing their former reverence for Zhang Jiao.

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Situ Yaru smiled slightly and said, "Haoran is not as romantic and trendy as everyone thinks. He proposed to me with just a bunch of flowers. But I truly love Haoran, so even if he buys nothing, as long as he asks, I will agree." With that, she cast a shy glance at Chu Haoran, feigning modesty.

She took the jade bottle containing blood out of her storage ring, glanced at it indifferently, removed the jade stopper, and let out a muffled snort. A surging and mighty wave of soul power completely enveloped the blood, drawing it toward her chest.

It was not that Zhao Kang did not want to borrow more troops; this Yunying Stronghold housed over ten thousand bandits, and the magnitude of their influence could well be imagined. However, Shi Xie had no blood relation or deep friendship with him, so how could he possibly lend him so many troops and horses? A thousand was probably already the limit.

Han Yan could tell that Guan Hai was genuinely angry, but thinking about it, it was merely a mount. Although it was a fine steed he had ridden all the way out of Luoyang, it was nothing excessively valuable. To take the lives of two youths purely over this was something Han Yan still could not bring himself to do.

During this time, seeing the box office explode, Ding Yilin quietly reposted the promotional song from the movie's official Weibo account, only to be cursed at for trying to cling to the clout.

Chu Haoran let out an acknowledgment, pulled away Zhuang Sisi's hand, and pushed her onto the bed. Then he grabbed his clothes and ran downstairs, dressed quickly, and rushed out the door.

Regarding the promotion, the shop clerk showed mercy and let the two choose. Yunzhi picked a red-and-white set that looked very festive and vibrant, and it even came with a paper umbrella.

Those were a pair of golden eyes devoid of any other emotion. He glanced indifferently at the wolf beaten to near death on the snow and walked away without a ripple of emotion.

Qin Xi shook his head. If this reason could still hold water for him previously, it certainly could not now.

Then he exhaled the air from his lungs in a long breath, making the process as slow as possible, and then slowly inhaled, making that equally as slow.

Old Jin, adept at navigating social situations, saw that "Mr. Qing" had no desire to converse with him, and hurriedly racked his brains to recall the scenes of the four camera angles he had just mentioned.

Lin Tian clapped his hands, his expression calm, as if he had not just slain a divine beast, but merely flicked away an ant.

Not long after Yan Tiannan left, the door to the right cavern dwelling burst open with a roar. A tall figure flashed out, standing proudly on the peak of the mountain, gazing into the eastern distance. Deep within his pupils, the phantom of an ancient city slowly emerged.

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If possible, he hoped to return the scroll, allowing him to accomplish everything without anyone noticing.

With a flick of his finger, a golden light burst forth from Xiao Kuangyun's chest and landed in his palm. It was a golden token engraved with the emblem of the Xiao Sect.

Just as Zhang Pengchang stepped into the office, Deputy Director Gong Xiaochang walked in with Zhou Hongming, who was about to be promoted.

Faced with failure after failure, Ying Zheng remained unwilling to relent, trying frantically once more. In the end, more and more fresh blood welled up in his mouth, and he vomited mouthfuls of alluring crimson blood.

With a soft "crack," a piercing pain tore through Tang Zheng's shoulder. He knew that was the sound of his shoulder bone shattering, and a fishy sweetness flooded his mouth as a mouthful of fresh blood surged up his throat.

Rain Ye had now fully equipped herself with the Chain of Ice and Fire and the Purple Thunder Armor. The attribute bonuses provided by the two middle-grade spiritual artifacts were truly formidable. Rain Ye could now only be described as fierce and oppressive.

"There's a situation! Everyone, up to the ramparts immediately!" An officer on the city wall roared, ordering the soldiers stationed there to draw their bows and ready their arrows in preparation for whatever might come.

Of course, this was also a new benefit of the guild. Players who made sufficient contributions could receive a considerable bonus every month. Though not exorbitant, ranging from a few thousand to a few hundred, it made everyone all the more willing to give their all for the Hall of Ten Thousand Golds.

"Is everything the Wang Shang said true?" Yuchi Lan looked affectionately at Hua An, appearing deeply moved.

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