Volume 1, Chapter 29: Does Xie Qiqi Even Deserve a Good Marriage?

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This was even before the Hongmeng Grand Tournament had begun; once the curtains rose, Xiao Feng knew he would inevitably face formidable rivals.
The Blood-Stained Shield wasted no time and imparted the method for splitting divine consciousness that he knew to Lin Feng. Although it was a last-minute effort, it proved to be of vital importance.
Zhao Mu thought about it and agreed; instruments like bass guitars and drums were indeed very loud, and practicing in the dormitory was not very convenient.
Zhao Yi remarked that for a dignified deity like himself to actually cry over a soybean bread—was this even a place for people to stay? And could such things really be made by humans?
When Shiba Kaien walked with Lin Ming, Lin Ming always walked behind him. The opportunities for Shiba Kaien, who had originally intended to launch a sneak attack from behind, suddenly vanished.
"Fine, thank you for the gift." Since Ning Xin had gone this far, Zhao Mu simply accepted it.
If that was truly the case, then eating a little bit of her bento was really no big deal, even if that bento had been prepared by Ju Sontao for herself.
Pang Yong wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, because he suddenly discovered that his inner elixir energy field was empty, as if he had been robbed, with not a shred of spiritual power left.
"Sorry, we cannot retreat any further. A word of advice: surrender now, and perhaps you'll get a few years less on your sentence," Dongfang Miao said with a tone of pity.
Falling among the transmigrators, Dai Penny blasted away a few maggot-like monsters that tried to pounce on her and tear her clothes to shreds, then struggled forward through the encirclement with Meluko, dragging the wailing Xienna along.
The situation before his eyes clearly proved that all his previous deductions were one hundred percent accurate.
Even if one hailed from a noble lineage and was blood-related to the Great Red Lotus Wolf King, and had many confidants and close friends in the Great Red Lotus Order of Knights, it still mattered little.
Tony had been here for over a month, and he felt utterly speechless. Was he in a professional football team or a sycophant squad? To play football well, one first had to learn how to flatter the boss.
Qiu Mu’s mind flashed with Han You’s repeated instructions from the end of last night, and he fell silent, choosing not to answer.

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Lin Chen blushed, quickly feigning a look of casual detachment as he sat on his chair, crossing his legs and humming a tune.
Wang Jin only wanted to say that he was glad he had come here and hadn't made a mistake; it was time to teach the island nation a lesson.
What had started as a casual movement produced a powerful thrust, causing both of them, who should have been standing firmly, to uncontrollably step back twice.
Previously, Fang Xian only knew that Professor Wang worked at the Xiangnan University Affiliated Hospital, but he didn't know which department the aunt was in or what position she held.
Although their physical bodies were slightly stronger than those of the Spirit Clan, the Spirit Clan either naturally commanded super-elemental energies or possessed guardian spirit beasts.
If Ye Fanchen went missing, how could the wedding be held? The outside world would think that the Chu family had secretly sent him away or murdered him, and all sorts of rumors would attack the Chu family.
Just as seeing one leaf fall allows one to know autumn is coming, seeing one flower over the wall allows one to infer that the courtyard is filled with blooming beauty.
The soldier nodded upon hearing this, peeled the egg, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to gobble it down.
This not only required an extremely high level of willpower, but manipulation was also of the utmost importance—a control refined to the extreme.
Although top-tier factions used real-name registration, he no longer needed to be as cautious as before.
"But if Father cares about me, he shouldn't have summoned me back at this time. Isn't this harming me?" Xiao Hong did not understand.
"Brother Wang Ye is indeed a hero among youth, spirited and extraordinary in appearance." Grand Marshal Bian Jing extended his hand to shake his, revealing a peaceful smile.
As for the Master of the White Horn, she was quite shrewd; to save herself, she had directly entered a state of consciousness hibernation, not wanting to wake up at all.
Understanding Lu Jiaxin's meaning, Gu Chenfeng leaned in close to her and kissed her lips.

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Within his body, the power of reincarnation that had just emanated from the stone gate surged impatiently into the Primordial World. The embryonic form of the Reincarnation Flower, rooted in chaos, suddenly shook violently, as if a fish dying in a dried-up canal had suddenly encountered a clear spring, appearing extremely excited.
"Perhaps you can truly use this as a catalyst to turn it into your Dao body. This is the exclusive privilege of a Spirit Martial Realm expert!" The Undying Divine Phoenix said with some excitement.
Duyang shamefully opened the pot lid and scraped the carbon-like fried eggs into a wooden bowl, ready to discard them.
Bone dragons, grim reapers, skeletons, ghosts, chariots, and cursed spirits—these were no longer the methods of an ordinary titled legend.
The other two nodded seriously, and after tidying up their things, the three continued on their journey, keeping a constant watch on their surroundings.
Cheng Yishan felt a secret sense of relief that he had chosen to befriend this Luo Tian. His Nine Mountains Sect had no major ties to the Blood Lotus Sect or the Lan Yun Sect—factions that had already provoked Luo Tian—and was even somewhat opposed to them.
When the Princess of the Underworld spoke of such things, she was as light and breezy as if discussing the weather, while Su Mianmian was the one filled with indignation, wishing she could roll up her sleeves and go slap Qin Guanjiu across the face.
After the kiss, An Ran looked at him, her eyes brimming with moisture and infatuated longing, and she slowly smiled—a smile so gentle it was almost sweet.
Of course, Dong Zhaokang could only watch from the side, and what the Golden Core cultivator said was merely the basic situation of the battle formation, which for Ling Zhi and the other newcomers did not constitute leaking sect secrets.
These words were both polite and firm, showing neither servility nor arrogance. She stated she already had a sect without lying about having a master; although it was a polite refusal, it would not offend a Nascent Soul stage cultivator. Presumably, for the sake of Qiao Meng and Rong'er, he would not blame her, as Zhou Hao had never been accustomed to being controlled.