40. How to Handle a Group of Straight Men 05

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Before this, Addison Claire only believed that the sting of pain would make one more alert, but at this moment, she felt that extreme pain could truly induce a sensation of wanting to faint.

These people had indeed attempted to communicate and negotiate with the Great Power, trying to find a compromise to restore balance to the industry's ecosystem.

Zhang Xuan wiped his face, his eyes flickering as he stared at his younger brother. Two seconds later, his expression quickly shifted into a smile. He pinched a tissue to wipe his face and leaned toward Chen Chen, who stooped down, using Zhang Zhe as a shield.

"..." Luo Yangfan was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond. He rarely heard of anyone ordering a well-done steak; didn't they mind that it would be tough? Moreover, requesting it be charred—who could even chew that?

The three major life star sectors deployed thirty Saint-class warships, five Great Saint-class warships, and two divine artifacts equivalent to Supreme Emperor weapons. The number of warships comparable to King-tier weapons reached as many as one hundred and twenty, while countless other vessels were all united in this effort.

The two sides glared at each other, locked in a stalemate, with a massive battle on the verge of breaking out. Just then, Sadu walked back, teeth bared in pain, his right arm hanging limp at his side—it must have been broken.

Although she didn't say it aloud, deep down, she was quite competitive and did not want to lose to her brother.

But Long Qingqing’s memory of what happened that day was too vivid; seeing Hua Muqing still made her feel timid. The way she wanted to approach but dared not, wanting to speak but unable to open her mouth, left Hua Muqing feeling conflicted inside.

Those standing further from the door were confused, but those closer saw it clearly: the chief physician, touted as the best in the entire city, was currently slapping his own face violently as if possessed.

However, the way the people around him looked at him had changed; it was as if they were watching a god or a demon, with a mix of worship and a hint of terror.

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Liu Chuanyu looked full of reluctance but did not raise his bid. Gong Tiancheng and Pang Jiufeng hesitated slightly before shaking their heads with a bitter smile, casting their gazes toward Ye Xiao and Situ Hao.

There were cultivators at the Mortal Shedding realm, as well as warriors at the Blood Fusion realm. Occasionally, one could see experts at the Spirit Sea realm, though they were rare, as those at the Spirit Sea realm were already cultivating profound mysteries.

By this time, the other contestants had finished preparing their ingredients, but Ye Xiao remained motionless, still lost in a daze.

Zhao Qian hadn't walked many steps before he felt someone tap him on the back. He hurriedly turned around to see that it was indeed Mi Heng.

The shockwave of the spell spread out. Chang Feng and the others behind Chen Ze were thrown away like ragdolls, their bodies shattered and blood spraying continuously from their mouths.

Chen Shu’s way of speaking and his daily conduct did not give off a sense of superiority, and one did not feel particularly distant from him.

At this moment, Ye Yan'er was enveloped by a chilling blade aura. Her face turned pale, and the true energy within her seemed to stop circulating; the gap between a level five warrior and a level six warrior was simply too vast.

Before the shop’s receptionist could speak, an inappropriate remark reached Chen Shu’s ears. It was so unpleasant that he couldn't help but turn his head to look.

However, if boiling oil were poured on one's body, no matter which part, the pain would be unbearable. For a moment, the scent of fried meat wafted up from beneath the city wall.

Yet, neither of them bought clothes for themselves. Wang Zilan insisted on not buying anything; she didn't like dark colors, and vibrant tones didn't suit her, as her father, Wang Shouye, had just passed away this year. Chen Shu had no habit of buying clothes; the ones he bought last year were still fine, and he was too lazy to shop.

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Gradually, I saw that wisp of white smoke transform into a spectral image. Souls have a physical manifestation, but spirits do not, so I could only see a faint apparition. However, that single apparition was enough; I was able to recognize it—it was a spirit of my mother.

The four of them tried to dodge, but they could not escape Hermes's terrifying speed. He patted them down all over, leaving them feeling inexplicably ashamed and angry.

When Lu Yuan entered, he found Qin Wanqing busy cooking, though her movements were not particularly graceful. Still, judging by the aroma, the meal seemed quite decent.

The cheers on the ship had not yet faded when the pirate ship behind them adjusted its cannons and fired again. There was the same shrill whistle, but this time, they had overcompensated; the cannonballs flew barely a kilometer from the barrels before plunging into the water. This triggered a roar of laughter from the sailors on board.

"Bed thirteen, awake..." The clamor from outside echoed as three or four angels in white walked slowly into the ward.

Fortunately, a Mo-sect member was participating in the next match, and the audience’s spirits finally revived, as they began to shout Luo Qianqian’s name loudly.

The monster had a lizard-like tail, thick at the base and thin at the tip. Luo Ling saw how it curled and uncurled with ease, flexible and powerful. He knew this was the monster’s "other hand" and should be treated with extra caution.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned eerie. All along, everyone had tacitly agreed that Shen Lan’s strength was monstrous, especially after his performance at the forest ambush earlier, which had only confirmed it. But no one had ever said it to his face, because although it was a compliment, the term was truly unpleasant.