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How Wei Heng returned in the end, Su Yun had no idea; all she knew was that her father was quite pleased with the new pair of leather shoes, glancing down at them every few steps.

After the three had eaten and just settled into the car, Chen Li received a call from the pet hospital, informing her that Pudding was about to give birth.

Chen Li was very excited and, after hanging up, kept urging Su Chun to drive faster.

"You know, when our daughter has children someday, you..."

During the pursuit, Ye Feng noticed many arrows painted on tree trunks, each pointing in different directions.

Though his fists remained still, an earth-shattering force emanated from Harley’s punches, as if they were the hammers of Thor himself, crackling with thunderbolts that shook heaven and earth.

No one knew, not even themselves, where their limits lay. The moment they lost consciousness was the moment the waves ceased.

Yet he still tried to remain composed as he looked at the man before him—the son of that old hag. Of course, he understood that it must be Lin Jingyi’s time of the month. Jiang Fan wanted to buy something for Lin Jingyi, so the son of that old hag leered and winked at Jiang Fan slyly.

“Sect Master Lei, let’s put aside the matter of this jade pendant for now! It’s a serious issue; it could be kept safely on Extreme Immortal Island or at the Falling Cloud Sect! But this marriage alliance?” Huang Lang’s face darkened, as if about to burst with anger.

Ji Ruxue and Chu Sheng, neither battered nor bleeding, simply passed straight through the “bronze mirror wall.”

Mu Feng and Xin’er followed the sound, only to see a lady in yellow flying swiftly from afar toward them.

The stocky, robust young master of the Rock Clan leapt up and down, chasing after strands of mysterious, dazzling spiritual light.

After the afternoon break ended, Ye Feng attended a Chinese language class with Lin Shuai and the others, then went to Duanmu Rui’s office.

Martial artists are accustomed to rising early; at dawn, Wang Jian woke quietly, kissed the nape of Xuefu’s neck, who had her back to him, and was about to dress to practice swordsmanship when he realized he was completely naked. Puzzled, he turned to find Xuefu turning over, wrapping her arms around him, burying her head in his chest without a sound.

After devouring several chunks of Duoluo’s flesh, the worm seemed to relax its guard, focusing solely on consuming the meat and neglecting defense against possible attacks from Duoluo.

Wu Kai looked at the middle-aged man before him with complicated eyes and said, “Master Ai, please rest assured! I will give you a proper explanation. Also, please leave me your address.”

The four police officers knew this involved the Ling family estate. As mere enforcers, they couldn’t be of much help. After Ling Fei spoke, they exchanged a few polite words and then left in their patrol car.

“How many Hungry Rabbits and Dancing Bears do you still have?” Wang Ping did not hesitate to ask directly.

In the next moment, the drop of water transformed into a tempestuous ocean, waves surging violently, seemingly overturning thousands of miles and pouring directly into the starry river.

Immediately, many guests around wore amused and incredulous smiles as they looked at Yang Tian and Jin Qiaoli, their gazes varied and impossible to categorize.

This was but a brief glimpse. In the following mere fifteen minutes, in the southern direction alone, over ten sword flashes and escape trails appeared—some falling, some fleeing—making for a lively scene.

Hearing that the black post was so troublesome, Geng Long felt a chill down his spine. He simply could not fathom who held such a grudge against him, determined to exterminate him completely.

The Earth King had yet to reappear. Yubao spent a considerable amount of time grooming herself, wanting to look her best when Lu Da finally saw her. Since noon, she had been out on the lake.

Li Yue, the scythe wielder, was filled with a bloodthirsty fervor, his battle spirit burning even brighter. Yet the look in his eyes as he gazed at Wei Feng was one of disbelief; Wei Feng’s nearly suicidal, frenzied fighting style was something he struggled to comprehend.