Chapter 83: Personal Shortcomings-With a Dimensional Chat Group in Hand, the Doomed Side Character Soars to Immortality(Ephemeral clouds and fleeting winds, like the tinkling of wind chimes in passing moments.)

When Yun Xi saw the two men's movements, she pretended to be frightened and took a step back. "Fellow cultivators, why are you following me?" she asked.

One of them immediately replied, "Do we really need to explain? If you know what's good for you, hand over your storage pouch and we'll let you go. Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless."

This was an open and blatant threat.

Feigning terror, Yun Xi took another step back, moving into the area where her formation plate was set.

Although Yan Luoxi was injured, her mind was clear. Seeing Li Yi sit down leisurely, she immediately understood that he wanted a long conversation. She nodded and obediently lay back on the bed.

After finishing three laps, she appeared so exhausted that she could barely lift her arms. Fortunately, she didn't fall this time, and her steps seemed a bit steadier.

Ruo Xuan knew very well that she was annoying everyone now, but this was truly her first time on horseback. Let alone galloping, even riding at a slow walk was impossible for her.

"Hmph! Flame of the Azure Emperor, bloom in fury!" The demon of passion was undaunted, and the Azure Emperor's Flame surged forth once again, dispelling all the negative effects cast by Nightfall at Dusk. A pursuing force of the Azure Emperor's Flame swept toward Nightfall at Dusk—yet the "Frozen Domain" of the Heaven-Treading Divine Soul unfolded, dissolving the Azure Emperor's Flame.

When I finished speaking, everyone nodded in agreement. I told them all to lean in, then began outlining our tactics for the upcoming fight. Even Su Duoduo couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh as she listened.

Not long ago, the two of them had done something unspeakable in the palace forest. Though he hadn't taken her right there among the trees, how was that any different?

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It was a joke—the Martial Master of Eight Stars, Fang Hua, had already been defeated by Song Yun. How could three mere Martial Master-level fighters be a threat? Not only were their cultivations weaker than Song Yun's, even if they matched him, the result would be the same. Song Yun's strength had already been fully proven in the great sect competition of the Hua Tian Sect.

"So that's how it is? It seems the Fierce Tiger Hall is really something?" Feng Yun smiled faintly and waved a hand at the furious Zhang Hu and the others, signaling them not to interfere. Today, he intended to have some real fun.

Though no one knew exactly what these people were searching for, the demonic statue was undeniably strange. Even if it wasn't their target, it was certainly no ordinary item. After collecting the statue, Song Yun hurriedly dashed out of the room. The Purple Cloud Wings unfurled from his back, lifting him straight into the sky.

China may have ample human resources and a considerable amount of natural resources, but this by no means forms the foundation for a wasteful, rough industrial model. After all, this land belongs to all Chinese people; it should never be a place where pollution and backwardness coexist.

When my sister was pregnant, her appetite was enormous. The food at her in-laws’ wasn’t enough, so she often came home to fight me for my share. I only glanced at her a few more times.

The Green King was by no means a hypocrite full of false benevolence; otherwise, he would never have truly grasped the spirit of righteousness. Nor was he a so-called good man who sought eternal light to cover the world—if he were, he could never wield such pure baleful energy.

"Heh… So what do you actually do? Take your time and tell me!" Avans picked up a chunk of Tier Nine Wind Demon Beast meat and chewed it with relish, looking very patient.

You Yitian unleashed his Star-Absorbing Art, drawing all the magical energy around into himself, then spread it outward with his voice: "Shut up!" That single shout nearly deafened all six listeners.

The department store was acquired by Shanghai New Orient Company, but before that, Shenzhen Intelra Company had already leased most of the first floor for twenty years.

Lan Qin didn't want to waste any more words with the creature. She grabbed it by the scruff, channeled her spiritual power through her left hand, and forced it to reveal its true form, then deftly plucked its scales.

"Are you all right?" The Queen Mother of the West had lost her usual majesty. Recalling the past, she couldn't help but feel a wave of sorrow.

Shen Gongbao marveled inwardly at how the Grand Preceptor took no issue with his affiliation to the Chan Sect. The feud between the two sects was ancient and complicated, not something a few words could resolve; even if the Grand Master Hongjun himself intervened, he might not be able to judge who was right or wrong.

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While Lai Xingguang went to inform the others, Zhao Zhengce personally called Xiao Da, ordering him to hurry to the Spring City Hotel for a rendezvous.

Meng Su looked at Xiang Ye in confusion, not understanding why he wanted salt, but obediently fished a large, translucent crystal from her bosom.

Peach Blossom Spring was the place Wu Yu most wanted to take Mo Yuhan. The entire landscape was a vision of spring, pink and white blossoms in full bloom—a place of unrivaled beauty, forever free of strife and cold, with green mountains, clear waters, white tiles, and peach trees, and yet, it was a land of heartbreak.

"All killed? Isn't that going too far?" Han Xue was shocked. She had killed before, but there were at least twenty or thirty people here. To kill them all was utterly at odds with her beliefs.

Staring at the thick linen bandages wrapped around his arms, Xiang Ye gave a bitter smile. He had already heard from Li You that Chi Xue'e had left. He didn't know her reason, assuming she had urgent business and had no time to say goodbye.

"Enough! Don't get all sentimental now; the enemy's already attacking!" Zi Kongbing interrupted Yu Chen with a laugh, as the sound of arrows outside signaled the assault had begun. What she herself hadn't noticed was the obvious trace of envy in her eyes as she spoke.

Zhao Gao wiped his tears, and when he raised his head, his face was smeared black and white like a clown in an opera. It looked comical, but unfortunately, opera would not be invented for nearly two thousand years after Li Si, so to him, there was nothing funny about his appearance.

Upon hearing such blunt questioning, Shui Wuhen furrowed his thick brows and replied with an innocent look. Perhaps only those sharp brows gave him any masculine bearing.

He closed his eyes and lay back on the couch. The memory of being captured by Zhao Tong replayed in his mind like a film: Zhao Tong had tried to force him to testify that Li You had colluded with the rebel army, and when he refused, he'd had his arms broken.

This was also what Liu Ziyue feared. Previously, he hadn't cared for official recognition, but now, with Qin Ming's words, even if he could forgo it, his parents never would. That would be a real problem.

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