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Lord Zhang was momentarily taken aback by his expression. He and Leng Huating had always been adversaries in the imperial court, and he had frequently colluded with Prince Yu and others to suppress him. Leng Huating usually wore a cold, heartless mask whenever they crossed paths, so this uncharacteristic initiative to offer a formal greeting left him bewildered and unsure of how to react.

The legendary red wine braised beef. How could Ji Shangnan be so talented? It seemed that whatever he touched, he excelled at effortlessly. In the business world, he was a king, invincible and without peer. Back home, he could instantly transform into a gourmet chef, producing dishes that were surprisingly exquisite.

The Empress was equally puzzled, asking with a look of disbelief, "Yang-er being bullied? That’s impossible."

As she pondered this, Luo Jinshi found herself smiling involuntarily. At this moment, she felt that happiness was within her reach.

"No, there is no need for the Old Ancestor to emerge just yet. We still have a chance. Pass the order: recall all disciples currently in ambush." The Sect Master of Mount Shu had not lost his conscience entirely; he knew that an ambush would be futile against the massive army of Chu Jiang’s Thunder Sect. After all, having served as Sect Master for so many years, he still felt a sense of attachment to his people.

However, this chubby man seemed to be in trouble now. Could it be that no one knew his true identity? Ling Feng contemplated this. Since Uncle Lu and the others hadn't brought it up, Ling Feng found it inappropriate to press for answers.

After hearing Physician Liu’s words, the old master cast a long, thoughtful gaze toward Jin Niang. Seeing her respond with such polite humility, he nodded in slight approval.

Of course, Lin Jie was a regular here, having even fought in this place—a one-on-three brawl. Consequently, no one dared to provoke him, even those who knew he was a man of great wealth.

Ouyang Lin held the case, hesitated, then set it down to make a few phone calls. Because the contents were of such critical importance, he reported to his superiors. They reached a unanimous decision: send a team from the Seventh Unit to escort the case.

Ji Shangnan had no intention of taking Pei Yayi home. At this moment, Pei Yayi’s gaze fell upon the plastic bag in his hand. The transparent material hid nothing, and the entire contents were laid bare before her eyes.

Ye Fan cursed through gritted teeth, then slowly drove away from the Qingshui residential area, meandering toward Tongxin Road near the city center square.

This gaze made Satan feel somewhat uneasy. He was indeed an elite and a genius among martial artists, but he knew he stood no chance against someone like Cell.

The sun tilted, casting golden rays upon him. The reflection from his massive, terrifying golden gauntlets bathed him in light, as if he were coated in gold dust—shimmering and radiant, like a bronze statue.

In the end, with sparks flying like flint to tinder, Prince Zichen could no longer restrain himself. He swept Gao Yuanyuan into his arms and headed straight for her bedroom.

"Whew!" Tian Mi took a puff of her cigarette, exhaled a cloud of white smoke, and glanced at the Weapon Demon God with a faint, mocking smile.

If Liu Rui had ignored these commoners, all of Yanzhou would surely have become a wasteland. Yet, Liu Rui chose to abandon the chance to pursue Cao Cao, turning instead to dedicate his full heart to helping the ordinary people.

Gossip was something to listen to once in a while and then discard. For now, she intended to read the script first and see if the price offered by Mimi was reasonable. Given that it concerned her family, she couldn't afford to be careless.

In reality, a class had just finished. As the bell rang, Iori Yagami walked out of the classroom, intending to go buy a drink.

"You’ve disrupted the order of space and time. Who’s to say this King Arthur is the same King Arthur from your timeline?" Mordred said coolly.

"Begin! Anyone who fails to meet the standard is out!" Yun Yeying’s gaze swept across the fifteen hundred people in the arena.

They were like people who could get along famously and laugh together when with other friends, yet the moment they were left alone, they had no idea what to say. They were completely at a loss as to how to interact with each other.

Falling in the rankings or being pushed off the leaderboard—these foreign powers were determined not to let that happen under any circumstances.

As Jun Moxiao, who was moving tables and chairs to block the door, looked up, he saw the severed arm still twitching, its fingers closing around the ankle of the Holy Moon.

Since the other party had gone to such lengths to resolve his troubles, it would be ungracious to view them with malice. As the saying goes, a distant relative cannot come between those who are close; since the Fang family and Lu Qian were now father-in-law and son-in-law, he would have to endure it for the time being.

As he fell, he had instinctively triggered [Deep Breathing] to prevent himself from choking on the sand and dust.

Yun Chengyi and Yun Ziyun would often stop by Xi Qianye’s door to check on him, but seeing that he remained in secluded meditation without a sound, they would depart.

The cryptic "Is it real or fake?" left by the Master of Dreams at the end remained an enigma, impossible to decipher, so it was set aside for the time being.

However, the true climax of the conflict for the character Li Datou had not yet been filmed—the very scene they were about to shoot now.

Fortunately, research on the "Mark 5" armor was essentially complete, and all existing armor data and parameters had been fully recorded.

The look on Zheng Mukai’s face made it clear: he intended to keep beating Ge Shi until he knelt, begged for mercy, and surrendered—or else he would beat him to death.

He placed the Lakers, who had retained their full starting lineup, in the top spot. For the defending champions, such a ranking was, naturally, beyond question.