Volume 1, Chapter 27: What Is Yue Yue Planning Now?

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It had been a year. Xie Qiqi had not been whipped once since returning to the Xie household! During those eight years when she was a government slave, being whipped had been a daily occurrence. Back then, with no one to stand up for her, she knelt and begged for mercy only to survive. She never imagined that even after reclaiming her status as the fourth young lady of the Xie family, she would still be whipped! And her father, now the noble Marquis of Loyalty and Righteousness, a pillar of the nation, a great general, and a favorite minister trusted by the Emperor, had allowed his daughter to be beaten without rhyme or reason. Before he could take another look at what was inside the box, Ye Lin’s figure flickered, and he had already stepped out of the river. Hearing what Hades said, Hua Zi’an was slightly stunned. Then, he slowly crawled up from the ground and straightened his body. Everyone laughed; solving this problem had boosted their confidence significantly... perhaps, with unity and effort, returning to Earth might not be impossible. After finishing her meal, Xia Ying rubbed against Li Hanyand’s arm in satisfaction. She opened her phone naturally; there was nothing much to see, really, but it was just a habit.

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"Senior is correct. If not for the world within my body, it would indeed be difficult for me to compete with others at the same level. More importantly, everything I possess stems from the power transformed by the internal world; that is the foundation." Turning his head, he saw that, sure enough, a squad of blood-stained Daoist soldiers was rapidly charging toward the battlefield. "Hahaha, what are you doing? We’re on the same side, same side!" The leader, an eighth-level traitor of the Bliss Sect, appeared, followed by three seventh-level traitors. Their demeanor was calm, showing almost no signs of being controlled. Early the next morning, Leng Huaqiang rose early only to see Leng Qingfeng arriving in a hurry. One against four—the Sage Prophet was naturally no match for the four emperors, but if he were to use powerful immortal arts during their clash, he could raze the Great Snow Mountain to the ground. Huang Jun and Old Master Wu exchanged a look; at this point, they were helpless, so Huang Jun tried to explain their situation to Zhang Houbo. After listening, Zhang Houbo’s expression became very strange—filled with grief, despair, and unwillingness. Under the watchful eyes of the Cow Demon and the Baboon, Wu Chen’s decaying body suddenly burst with immense vitality. "Boss, they seem to be talking quite happily. Is it possible that 'Madman' Kuang Liu will really leave with Red-Hair?" the Evil King Vald and the others asked, deeply worried. "What about the original body? Where did the original body go? According to this theory, if two identical people appear at the same time, shouldn't there be two bodies?" Huang Jun asked. Smiling as he stroked the black rabbit, White Yaksha stood up in high spirits and walked out the door.

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I narrowed my eyes. A crackling sound of bones erupted from my back like a great dragon, and my body suddenly sprang forward. I raised both palms from my chest in a move known as "The Tiger Washes Its Face." The new recruits behind him hurriedly backed away, watching Qian Jie with a mix of excitement and helplessness. Qian Jie had locked horns with Admiral Zefa again; although they had witnessed it once before, seeing it again—watching the Admiral they revered so deeply—was overwhelming. Subsequently, their positions shifted, with the cross in front and the man in the white robe behind. After the shock, the fat man finally reacted. Just as he was about to speak into the microphone, I suddenly saw the frail Funakoshi Takeo leap onto the boxing ring. What filled them with terror was not the power unleashed by the Martial Venerable, but that overbearing, invincible aura of a fist that could crush the heavens. Hearing my words, Zhao Qian’s face suddenly flushed red. She must have been thinking about the times I used videos to threaten her, and how she had even used her mouth to serve me—at the thought of this, Zhao Qian’s face burned, and her heart pounded incessantly. This was a comprehensive assessment of the new team’s governing ability, crisis management, and their capacity for leadership and mobilization; thus, the claim by Liang Yuan and Fang Li that they were "tasked with a crisis" was no exaggeration. "Target is 4,700 away on the flight path," Talia ordered after receiving Barto’s report.