Chapter 35: Seeing Her Is the Only Correct Answer

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It was clear in this conversation that Kotonoha held the upper hand. Her subtly enticing words made Xu Zhiting appear even more tongue-tied. The signal began to cut in and out, and Kotonoha took the initiative to hang up. Though no response was heard, the answer had long since become apparent.
The man sitting alone in the office still felt a faint warmth in his palm. Upon closer inspection, the tips of his ears were slightly flushed. His expression was unnatural, his face tense as he stood and moved to the window.
He pushed open the tightly closed...
"Enjoying this meal beautifully—it’s worth dying for," he muttered, and before the words had fully left his mouth, two more slices of meat had already been consumed. The monkey picked up another slice of red sea bream, and after tasting it, praised it endlessly.
Seeing Xu Mo step back, the young man smiled quietly but did not linger. He took a step forward, but this time it was different—as if stepping out of a painting, his form instantly solidified.
Now, Elder Ming probably realized that the other party had set up a dense defensive formation; relying on a single strike of power alone would likely not succeed. A high-level array defense was not something that could be shattered instantly by mere strength.
Huang Ting transformed back into human form midair, staring in the direction where Lord Fierce Fire and the others had vanished, his residual anger unresolved.

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As Daoist Ju and Daoist Duo moved, Ah Huang immediately stopped his punches and kicks, stepping back cautiously while his eyes darted anxiously between the two.
Chen Wei had indeed promised Zhao Xin, but when it came time to sleep that night, he felt it was too dangerous and decided not to bring Zhao Xin along.
Jiang Zhihua understood the reasoning, but whether it could be done was another matter entirely. Moreover, during this period, they had embezzled a significant amount of supplies, which were scattered in various places, and some had even been shared among those involved.
Since meeting him, it seemed her temperament had gradually changed; she began doing things for him, wanting to make him happy.
Doing this, finding work, experiencing Hong Kong, placing bets—all seemed fine, all good, darling.
“Tianze? What is he supposed to resolve? Tell him your master and junior sister were caught in an affair?” Li Yanyang asked.
Furthermore, Ye Feng saw the two’s puppet vehicles outside the door—these were the same ones he had encountered outside the city.
Yang Hao spoke calmly and without concealment; he hadn’t expected the other party to guess his thoughts.
The evil spirit, staring at the pinpoint cold lights descending from the sky, showed a moment of astonishment before its fingers transformed into claws sharp as knives.
Even now that Jiang Dongyu had become a Profound Immortal, the bizarre allure of the Undying Evil Technique remained. The higher his cultivation, the stronger the pull, and during his days at the Divine Sect, Jiang Dongyu had many times nearly succumbed to practicing this method.

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“Zhu Chi, what exactly is it?” someone asked. Zhu Chi, coughing and weeping, was speechless.
After the supervising official delivered a lengthy lecture, Qing Wu, following Granny Su’s instructions, bowed again, then recited her answers word for word as instructed, bowed again upon finishing, and repeatedly expressed gratitude toward Lady Murong. Qing Wu also saluted each participant present to show her thanks.
Yun Ziqin couldn’t help but smile wryly; she guessed she was truly Gong Wuxie’s bane—whenever she was around, nothing ever went right for him.
“Isn’t that so? Since I came in, have you ever asked why before scolding me?” Li Yanyang retorted.
The void should have been silent, yet the divine being’s applause echoed, crossing millions of miles with thunderclaps crashing into the head.
“Hmm.” During this process, Shen Mu even felt a strange transformation silently emerging throughout his body.
“Welcome everyone to tonight’s Tian Dou Grand Spirit Arena, Sub-Arena of Spirits. Now, please welcome the soul masters from both sides to the stage." The host, wearing a tailcoat and holding a microphone, enthusiastically stirred the atmosphere onstage.
She had finally reached her limit. What was her ideal, her passionate fervor, really worth?