Chapter 26

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The Lilang boutique was bustling with crowds, and business seemed to be going quite well. However, when Li Changkong and Meiling appeared at the entrance, they still drew numerous gazes, with onlookers whispering and guessing if they might be some celebrities—they certainly looked the part.

"Wulong, Aolong, Duruo, appear!" Xuanyuan Xiao shouted in urgency as the opponent's sword energy approached. Three spiritual wall swords manifested, promptly transforming into orbs that expanded to form a protective film.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Lijiao looked up at Ye Feng, only to realize that this guy had shoved an earphone into his ear at some point. Damn it, seeing this scene, Zhang Lijiao couldn't help but curse under his breath. What time did he think it was? To have the leisure to listen to music at a moment like this—how absolutely refined of him.

"Of course there would be, wouldn't there? After all, your direct descendant is my wife," Xie Xin said politely.

He knew that from beginning to end, the "fat" woman had still harbored feelings for him. He was very clear that the only reason she had broken up with him back then was because of Qianqian.

In big cities, the things one can obtain are inevitably not of very high grade, but the difficulty of acquiring them is not too high either. Conversely, in the deep mountains and old forests, or among cliffs and precipices, the items are high-grade, but the troubles encountered are also significant.

The leader, a burly man riding a third-tier wind-element soul beast—a Swift Fang Wolf—had his eyes fixed the moment he saw Xue Ling. Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, he brandished the heavy iron hammer in his hand and shouted loudly.

"Damn it! If I had known, I would have used a spell from the start to restrict the surroundings and prevent him from escaping!" The cultivator who spoke first cursed angrily upon learning that they had failed to catch up to Xie Xin.

When all is said and done, this kind of person is just a country bumpkin. Heh, daring to play games with me in Shanghai? It would be a wonder if I didn't play him to death.

Ultimately, after finishing a cigarette, Ah Biao let out a sigh. Perhaps he had been pursuing morality too much. Brother Kong was right; sometimes there is no morality to speak of, because if the enemy doesn't die, you are the one who will.

During dinner that evening, He Jun kept revealing stories from their school days, pouring out all the bitterness of so many years to Qi Rui.

After seeing Geng Yijing off, Shen Rong had barely finished his reflections before he received a phone call. As he answered, his expression shifted several times; he no longer had the heart to sympathize with Geng Yijing, as he was now busy sympathizing with himself.

"Good!" Yu Huan did not ask further. It went without saying; he could easily guess that Jun Yixiao’s outburst just now must have triggered too much potential, affecting his dantian, and he needed to stabilize it immediately.

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Further down were sub-items such as sect scale, sect management, and sect architecture. The icons were all grey, clearly indicating that Ding Peng could not yet access these features.

Count Tangqieqi had never given up on trying to dissuade him with words. Seeing the golem stop and begin to act, he revealed a tone of relief. As the current Legion Commander in charge of the arcane sequence, he understood with a single thought what was stored in this tower.

Feeling some resentment, Zheng Qianqian did not show it, merely hardening her face and clenching her fists tightly.

However, Fu Siyan’s cultivation was only at the ordinary half-step Emperor level. Being one against many, how could she possibly do it easily?

"Senior Feng Shi, do you have some connection to me?" Jun Yixiao asked, unwilling to give up. While asking, he directly summoned the Wushuang Sword and placed it into Feng Shi’s palm.

However, this array boundary could easily neutralize the fifth level of Mo Long’s demonic arts, which could be considered extremely domineering. Even ten levels of power might not necessarily be able to break the Dragon Spirit Immortal Array.

Bosses and the like are meant to test a player's strength before being taken down by the players, aren't they?

Su Zimo had a trace of doubt between his brows. Not recognizing the number, he didn't answer it, instead placing it back on the table and ignoring it.

Reeds stood in battle formation, while Chu Tianyu stood motionless, looking at the reeds with a mocking smile, as if he were watching a joke.

Before the orcs attacked, Xueyue would make preparations. Normally, each fortress held fewer than five thousand people, with most exploring outside the fortress.

"The medicinal ingredients you mentioned have almost all been found, with only the Ice Heart Fruit missing!" Long Yuntian said quietly, waving his hand to signal the man in black to withdraw.

A new battle erupted. Duan Qiu continued to suppress the silver-haired man. If not for the support of those ordinary Sovereigns, Duan Qiu would have definitely beaten the silver-haired man into a serious injury.

In the flash of lightning, this War Lord expert even managed to make a self-deprecating joke in his own mind.

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Chu Tianyu replied with only three words, yet they scared that junior Martial King so much that he slumped to the ground, completely devoid of any fighting spirit.

The steam on his fist scorched the air like flames. Liu Tian stepped forward from the side and slammed a punch into the chest of the Wind Clan captain, which was thinner than his own.

The staff should have been with the Elf mage. The Human warrior looked at the Elf mage, who, without hesitation or struggle, simply handed it over.

She stared intently at the River God statue, her eyes filled with hatred. After watching for a moment, she hefted the hammer—which was thicker than her waist—and struck the statue again. With every heavy blow, the sound was dull, as if striking a person's heart.

Seeing Zidalei become weak as his divine blood drained away, Shefolasi felt a surge of joy, and his movements naturally slowed by half a beat.

"What's wrong?" I was puzzled. How could I hear singing before seeing anyone? The nasal singing style was like an echo in an empty valley, drifting and ethereal.

Whenever the weather turned cold, Liu Junhao felt like a hibernating hedgehog, unwilling to move at all. Besides going to school when he had classes, he mostly stayed in his own courtyard.

"May the Empress Dowager be well." Under the prompt of Eunuch Xu, Feng Yufei knelt and kowtowed according to the rules. The wretched old society—making people kneel at every turn—was truly annoying.

"First, after you find Chenxiang, you must leave the Six Princes' Mansion immediately and never return," Lian Zhi said.

Ji Xi and Yali had already been beaten until they were a bloody mess, with only one breath left. Chantelin gradually stopped his assault, and Lin Yanyu finally let out a sigh of relief.

Three days later, through ocean freight, the relevant equipment arrived in Shanghai again from a source that could not be traced. With the experience of the previous few times, not only were the national security personnel used to the other party's elusive nature, but the higher-ups also defaulted to the "incompetence" of their subordinates.