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In his dream, Mo Ran saw a young man dressed in black robes. He had fair skin, a handsome face, and a pair of bewitching red eyes.

Following the earlier events, the two had grown much closer with an unspoken understanding; their relationship was vastly different from before. Had it been earlier, if Mo Ran had asked a question, Zhao Ning would likely have snapped back at him.

Grandma Fu had come to the Fu residence both because New Year’s Eve was a day for family reunions and because she wanted to see Fu Huai’an and Tuan Tuan one last time, taking the opportunity to arrange her own affairs.

Zhen Mengxi’s "body pillow" trait triggered; passersby mistakenly assumed the object inside the blanket was a life-sized body pillow, subconsciously ignoring her appearance, thanks to the effects of the system’s attributes.

Zhao Weihai was overjoyed to see his sister at home. Upon not seeing Le Beicheng, he was just about to ask when his wife pulled him aside. A brief explanation revealed that his brother-in-law had gone abroad.

Yunyang inquired about their situation and learned that about half a year ago, Yao Yue had sent them some pills, claiming they were beneficial to their health.

Yet, he hadn't expected his possessiveness to be this strong—not even allowing his own older brother to hug him?

The disgust in his eyes was so obvious that even with her thick skin, Shangguan Wan felt a sting.

"Teacher, you're amazing!" Airi Suzuki covered her mouth, feeling incredulous. Regarding her plan to temporarily leave the entertainment industry to pursue further studies at university, she hadn't told anyone except her family. How could her teacher possibly know?

In the later stages of the archery competition, their scores were nearly identical. However, Alimutu had shot two fewer arrows but still had plenty of time. At this moment, Alimutu drew his bow and aimed at the last incense stick on the right. His intuition was sharper than ever, and he was fully confident in this shot.

Mu Lianyi didn't wait for a warm welcome. She cleared her throat and nodded, saying, "Go ahead, how do you want to fix me?" She stepped onto an empty chair, adopting an attitude of "I’ve nothing left to lose."

There were also snow-white glutinous rice balls, plump and round, likely stuffed with plenty of filling to be so chubby.

The skin of the evil ghost was extremely tough. Even with the sharpness of the dog-leg machete, it took Liu Chen several minutes to barely slice through the skin from the creature’s chest to its abdomen.

Cui Zexin and Cui Yang might not return for some time. The elderly couple of the Cui family were already burning with anxiety, and Yi Lanqi had to steel herself to comfort them in Cui Zexin’s place, lest the two elders suffer some mishap.

Now, if they were to know that their god’s power had dwindled to the point where it could no longer grant them what they desired, what would they do?

Therefore, she had to act as if she didn't care about or like this child, but what did that matter?

The pupils of those immobilized bigwigs suddenly contracted, their bodies stiffening. They truly couldn't imagine that after unleashing such a massive move just moments ago, Luo Ye could still fire off another one without even blinking.

Afterward, Liu Chen maintained a calm expression and used both hands to carefully rummage through the evil ghost’s chest and abdominal cavities.

Nalan Liuchuan actually intended to surrender; no wonder His Majesty had summoned them in secret. This was a magnificent stroke of luck.

She couldn't help but narrow her eyes. Her whereabouts were no secret; if she went out these past few days, she could feel those probing gazes. Yet, until now, no one had dared to follow her near her home, and certainly not carrying such a thick scent of blood.

Upon closer observation, one could see that many in this vampire squad were wounded, as if a battle had broken out not long ago.

The tank crews jumped out of their vehicles and ran toward the rear, unaware of how foolish their actions were.

This was strange. Chen Tian was a Sand Demon and a king in his own right; why was there no fluctuation of demonic energy on him?

Qin Yun frowned, wondering what the black bird was up to. But then his eyes brightened, and he immediately understood the bird’s plan.

The security guards who arrived upon hearing the commotion blocked both ends of the corridor, each brandishing a firearm, aiming them dead at Yang Tian.

"Don't even think about it!" Seeing this, Ning Cheng let out an angry shout and prepared to intervene. However, just as he moved, Li Daoshen’s figure appeared instantly before him.

At this moment, Yamamoto Jiro couldn't help but feel a twinge of terror, no longer daring to harbor any ulterior motives toward Ning Hao as he had before.

A mere sliver of a true spirit borrowing someone else's body possessed power that nearly reached the Heavenly Saint Realm, far exceeding that of Lianshan. It was unimaginable what kind of terrifying strength this person would possess if their true form were to descend.

"Comrade Stalin, this is the tank we have designed. Its performance will exceed that of the German Panther tank in every aspect," Kotin said as he stepped forward to introduce it.

At the same time, the spiritual energy within his body felt as if it had been sealed; no matter how he tried to circulate it, it remained coiled and dormant in his dantian.

But on the night Yan Qi brought Lin Taiping back, Guo Dalu had broken that rule.

Du Qianjie knew that this Fiery-Scaled Demon Ape must have been very close to the character he was portraying. With so many people around, it wasn't the time to speak, so he could only give a vague response, lagging half a step behind the other.

The methods displayed by the old man no longer belonged to any martial technique; they were an attack derived from the Heavenly Society’s Great Law, a method that transcended the realm of martial arts.

The soul of this alien had already been damaged, as its body had long ceased to function. It had taken over a decade to barely recover enough to perform a possession.

It was precisely for this reason that, although the members of the Victory Team were very famous, they were rarely bothered by the public during their operations or while walking on the street.

Falling any further wouldn't leave much room, and if he continued to wait, the probability of missing the bottom would only grow higher.