Chapter 20: Betraying the Su Family
"Tell me quickly, these three silver needles—whose handiwork are they? Where is that senior master?" With a face full of urgency, Yu Wen Huangqi asked in a trembling voice. The man known as the only true physician of this age was visibly shaken. Three silver needles alone had sealed a person's soul. Just for this feat, Yu Wen Huangqi respectfully addressed their owner as a senior.
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Pokkis soared into the sky the moment she appeared, vanishing in a flash from the long-eared rabbit’s sight, hidden by the dazzling sunlight. She could treat it as a joke, but she could never accept someone who had bullied her as the one who would share her pillow.
The next morning, Liu Yu and Xu Yu set out for the Catskill Mountains in New York, seeking a reliable lumber merchant. If found, it would be a boon for the whole crew. He used to be able to stay awake in class, but this time, even as he taught, he found himself nodding off. Amid the heat, Pei Yourong had so much she wished to say to An Yuzhen, yet she didn’t know how to begin.
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The new series from Sanmu Home was officially launched in mid-November. Zhu Jianlin did not pursue viral online marketing, but instead invited Qin Tianyi for a few live broadcasts at Kandy, reaching a pre-sale sum of 500 million. After arriving at the lounge, Gu Moyang helped arrange for others to leave, giving her plenty of time to relax. In the Kingdom of Firth, where social order was relatively stable, to prevent the dead from being turned into undead, all residents were required to be buried in the cemetery of the Dawn Church, with no extra fees charged.
One could even make the sensations in their dreams as vivid as reality itself, achieving mastery within the dream, controlling its contents freely, the cycle of dreams. An oppressive unease lingered in his heart, weighing down his brow; he did not speak again on the way.
Those who entered the secret realm were either from the local empire or allied armies formed by several vassals. The reveille sounded, lights in every dormitory flickered on, and students scrambled from their beds, groggy and dressing hastily. He had lied just now: a wife could be remarried, but a son lost was truly gone. He had suffered a gunshot wound before and could no longer father children.
"Azhao, what's this?" Mrs. Fu was taken aback, but Mu Sizhao had no time to explain; outside, the count had already reached thirty. Jiang Ling returned to the dormitory; some details had changed, but the overall course of events would not. If Ye Caiping had hired their own family, it would be different—the wages would simply go into their family’s pocket.
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He now actively embraced the role of antagonist, enjoying stirring up trouble, so there was no need to be stingy—[inheritance level] would rise, bringing rewards and treasure chests in the future. Feng Bin’s internal injuries felt as though they might burst forth; he glared at everyone, and gradually the laughter died down, replaced by solemn silence.
Feng Mu spent three years in high school without mastering even a basic martial art; aside from poverty, the main reason was that even the lowest tier required a starting root score of sixty points. As for the always controversial “magical treasure,” after consideration, she agreed to some of the Golden Core managers’ suggestions, decreeing that only artifacts of the seventh rank and above would be called magical treasures.
It must be said that Emperor Yuan’s reaction was somewhat excessive, but anyone witnessing the scene could see how deeply he cherished Chu Qin’an. I never imagined that the fleeting, mysterious figure who snatched the Cosmic Cube would ultimately bring a swift end to our secret partnership with the Mechanical World, which had only just begun.
Those disciples of the Star Soul Sect who were eliminated were almost exclusively struck down by martial lords of the Dark Moon Sanctuary. It was obvious that Dark Moon Sanctuary was deliberately targeting the Star Soul Sect.