35 Family Banquet

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Ultimately, the match was won, but since my teammates had snatched all the kills, I had absolutely no fun playing. Checking the stats, I saw that Old Wang was as crafty as ever, just as adept at scavenging as he used to be. Ignoring my good advice and warnings, he still managed to steal quite a few from me in the end.

Ye Yu, however, faced no such issues. The Chaos Art he cultivated was no ordinary technique; altering his aura was a trivial matter for him.

Zhou Yingying felt a heaviness in her heart. Thinking of her own fate, she sighed again, then, taking advantage of a momentary silence from the voice in her ear, she hurried to find a solution.

Zhang Haotian was truly stunned. Although he had heard plenty of tales about snakes transforming into humans, seeing it with his own eyes was an entirely different experience.

The principal had come to terms with it. Luo Shengqiang being able to participate in the martial arts tournament was the best possible outcome. He was old now and didn't care for such empty fame; in time, the truth would naturally reveal itself to everyone.

Compared to the ancient ancestors of humanity in the Central Realm, the survival environment of the Spirit Race ancestors was far more perilous. Multiple intelligent species had once emerged simultaneously within the Spirit Realm; after countless years of weeding out and evolution, only three, including the Spirit Race, remained.

"This is the Sun and Moon Palace. We came here because it has long been desolate and abandoned, now nothing more than a ruin," Ye Yu said calmly, shielding himself from the pressure emanating from the young man, his eyes filled with sincerity.

"I'm coming," Wei Sheng gasped. After a high-pitched, satisfied groan, he pressed firmly against Murong Yuyan’s voluptuous hips. His body began to tremble, and Murong Yuyan let out soft, pleasurable moans.

Mutant fire seeds are extremely difficult to refine. Many alchemists and powerful figures have perished at their hands, yet these alchemists crave them, for only with a mutant fire seed can one forge more potent pills.

The hundred men exchanged glances, nodded, and pulled machetes and steel pipes from behind their backs, charging forward in unison.

Deep in the night, the streets of Nanjing were deserted. Save for the patter of rain outside, there was almost no movement. For Ma Sanbao, there was little in Nanjing worth lingering over.

Gui Shao-chen chatted and laughed on the surface, but inwardly he was anxious, his hands rubbing together incessantly, his trepidation plain for all to see.

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I still didn't answer his question; as for what Zhao Qing had said, I didn't think it was worth him hearing. Seeing my silence, he instinctively shut his mouth. In such an atmosphere, silence was best for everyone. The problems that existed didn't need to be voiced; we both knew them well. To expose them would only make things awkward for the other.

"Er, although I don't have a team, I should be in the scout class, not the healer class," Yu Yan said.

Fortunately, a few words were enough to calm Nalan Jin’s desire to drag her frail body out to run errands.

"But is it true that she’s dead? Don't lie to me." Jiang Jinru seemed genuinely relieved, even going so far as to question them.

It was considered a massive challenge. Those who could succeed within the allotted time would win a free month-long vacation at the resort.

Lu Yuxin bit her lip. Forget it, so be it if it was deep in the mountains and old forests; it was her own suggestion to begin with.

The Lin family tactfully rejected Shen Caiyi, while also offering some detached advice, hoping she wouldn't continue down the wrong path to her own ruin.

The room was already filled with people—the victors of the day. The system prompted everyone to wait a moment.

"Thank you, Auntie Liu. I’ll go check at the hospital right now!" With that, Lin Feng ran straight downstairs.

It is rare to see so many divine beings descend upon a massive island only to reap few benefits and suffer heavy losses instead.

As a seasoned katana user, Gu Qiuyang knew full well that Karina’s technique was only excellent, yet it harbored significant flaws.

His path was still long; living in Yangzhou for decades to come, wouldn't the money he collected have to be measured by the acre?

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Ling Chi kept his lips tightly pressed together. Before the blade could pierce him, he performed a sliding step, his body gliding past the knife like a carefree fish in the depths of a river.

The large man was struck with alarm and tried to dodge, but the innkeeper flicked his wrist and instantly snatched the soup bowl from the man’s hand.

The First Emperor sighed upon hearing this. He was no longer in his prime; at forty-five or forty-six, even with his once-towering and majestic stature, years of ingesting heavy metals had already caused severe damage to his bodily functions.

"Indeed, we are recruiting across the entire military region and all branches, but our selection criteria remain unchanged. One must meet the standards to be chosen; otherwise, it’s better not to recruit at all than to bring in a bunch of good-for-nothings!" He Zhijun said.

He was in charge of operations. If there truly were such a poison capable of harming cultivators, the casualties during the Northern Expedition wouldn't have been so devastating.

Just as the kobold poured the blood and energy from his own body into his arrows and spears, preparing for a final, devastating blow against the magical beasts and wild animals...

Man and mastiff tumbled into a heap. Dorje shouted sternly, but Huang Tong, thinking they were playing, pounced even more fiercely, wrapping its long tail—usually curled into a chrysanthemum shape—tightly around Dorje’s arms, rendering him unable to move.

Like a brand, the reputation had already been established. By now, there was probably no one in the entire city who didn't know that the name of the new Lu family project was that of the Lu family head's wife.

Zhan Peng’s pupils contracted, and he glared at Bai Huangli with deep hostility, as if looking at an enemy with a blood feud.