37 This Is Mountain Grace Village (Proofreading)

She did not know what she was sighing about; for a fleeting moment, a hint of moisture gathered at the corner of her eye, coalescing into a tear that traced the arc of her cheek as it slowly fell.

"Shut up..." An angry voice abruptly cut off A-Liang's words. Despite his restraint, Ye Hua’s hand, which was supporting Hua Xuanji, could not help but tremble slightly.

If not for the duty of guarding the White family, Black Wolf would have much preferred to return to the mountains; after all, the temperature up there was far lower than it was here.

During the meal, Shen Yi returned to his cold-faced demeanor, as if I owed him two cents from a past life that I hadn't repaid. I treated him as if he didn't exist, focusing solely on my food. The General's Mansion had adopted the Western lifestyle that Shen Yi had picked up while studying abroad, so everything served was Western-style cuisine. It felt quite strange, however, for the two of us to be wearing traditional old-fashioned clothing while using Western knives and forks.

"It's nothing, just encountered a powerful spirit beast," Zhang San replied hurriedly before walking away.

"Fang Zheng, come on then! Let me show you that I’m not someone to be trifled with!" Fang Qi stood boldly, striking a fighting stance.

Chang Yuan followed behind him, carrying his military overcoat. The two had been talking, but they stopped the moment they entered the room. Shen Yi cast a faint glance at me, and as I happened to be looking at him, our eyes met—filled with countless unspoken sentiments.

Terrified that Chi Li might tear the place apart if he became displeased, the manager immediately ordered the demon servants of the General's Mansion to scramble about in a frenzy. As his gaze drifted to the silkworm cocoon clutched in Chi Li's arms, he couldn't help but feel a pang of envy; what a stroke of fortune that little thing had.

I take what I want to take. Once I have it in hand, if I don't see enough probability for the market, I simply don't take any more and walk away.

When Pu Tao arrived at the Grand Marshal's Mansion, it was a coincidence that Prince Ren was also there. Yuan Yi was busy hosting in the front hall, so she had no choice but to follow Yan Yu to the backyard.

Since she already possessed so many halos, wouldn't it be fair for heaven to take a few things back from her? Otherwise, wouldn't she be hogging all the good fortune for herself?

Deng Lulu was on the verge of cursing out loud. She quietly left the director's office, determined that no matter what, she could not stay in the Water Conservancy Bureau any longer.

He stared at White Demon, observing her. He could see her excitement and her joy, yet he also knew that the White Demon before him was a madwoman—a deranged, bloodthirsty lunatic.

As for the media present in the venue, they no longer cared about interviews or gossip; they scrambled and fought to record this historic moment.

"Hey, Eighth Brother, I keep having a bad feeling about this." Xiao Xuan knew that his brother was just as desperate to find Yang Xiaofan. He was always their backbone; as long as Yang Xiaofan was around, everything would surely have a clear direction.

He didn't know what was happening. Not only was the wound throbbing with intense pain, but his entire body was reacting violently. Fujiwara Yoshimi suspected that those three bastards had coated the dagger in a deadly poison.

Feng Moxue sat listlessly on the living room sofa. Her eyes were devoid of spirit, which left Xia Yingliu feeling quite worried.

Fortunately, her wooden cabin had been repaired, so the insulation was somewhat improved.

Damn it, what was happening? Cold sweat broke out instantly. Surely his dantian hadn't been shattered along with it?

Lion-Camel King and the others chuckled; if they couldn't even detect a Nascent Soul stage cultivator hiding nearby, they might as well pack up and quit.

Even though Shi Zhongkui had used a scheme to capture the Great Peng, he still had eight subordinates with strength rivaling Sun Wukong—all Taiyi Golden Immortals. If they were determined to cause trouble during the journey to the West, they would indeed be difficult to handle.

Feng Muqing moved, her feet wrapped in wind-based spiritual power as she left a trail of afterimages. The Biluo sword in her hand struck "Gu Ziyu" without mercy.

Then, he couldn't help but reminisce and reflect on all the traces he had left over such a long time, only to realize that he had never left any evidence of espionage in any software.

If he framed it as helping him escape punishment, he could easily rake in several thousand, or even ten or twenty thousand taels of silver.

"Pfft!" How could Qingyun withstand the shock of the Soul Wings? He rolled his eyes and fell into a dead faint.

"GT's level one is full of slowing skills! Even if RNG burns their Flashes, they can't get away! Jinx isn't there either! This level-one team fight is a total rout!" Miller kept his eyes glued to the screen, his tone becoming increasingly urgent.

Chen Thirteen sighed and prepared to leave, continuing his search for the "Merchant" in hopes of finding his own destiny.

"Pop, pop, pop, pop..." Dozens of flares traced arcs through the sky. As they reached their peak, a series of crisp explosions rang out in quick succession. Following that, clusters of dazzling white flames appeared above the battlefield.

"Yes!" Upon receiving the Sovereign's order, the four hundred thousand aerial legions cleared the path. Millions of iron-blooded warriors on the ground also lowered their spirit-breaking crossbows. The three Spirit Venerables finally breathed a sigh of relief and flew toward the Three Seas wartime command mountain alongside the expressionless Ximen Chuixue and the others.

Sensing this anomaly, an inexplicable sense of alarm rose in Lin Fei's heart. It felt as if a bone-chilling cold was spreading from his heart to every part of his body—a sense of danger he had never felt before began to overwhelm him.

After repaying Jiang Ling's one million, he had ten million left, and eventually spent six million to purchase thirty intermediate-level corpse cores.

Li Zhicheng sensed that if he went up there, he might not be able to withstand the icy blades at the center, and he would end up injured before gaining any benefits.

Taking the list, Abdul Ali Abdulaziz looked it over a few times, his face filled with shock! He had originally thought it would be good enough to buy some firearms, ammunition, or light weapons from Li Junhao, but he hadn't expected such a wide variety on the list—aircraft, tanks, and warships were all clearly listed.