Chapter 63
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"In that case, thank you for your custom. That will be ten silver taels, honored guest. The next time you come, I will personally have Lianxiang and Xiyu wait on you two gentlemen, guaranteed to leave you thoroughly relaxed and satisfied." Seeing this, Changkong Yu'er knew that pressing them further might arouse suspicion, so she offered a honeyed promise.
No one had found the true origin of the virus either. There were many speculations about it, but not a single truly convincing research result told people where the virus came from or why it came. Therefore, many people chose to believe the theory of divine punishment; in truth, it was not so much belief as a way to give themselves some form of closure.
Her brownish-yellow long curly hair draped over her right shoulder, exuding a charming allure. Her exquisitely shaped slender brows, moon-like eyes, and a prominent, elegant nosebridge complemented lipstick applied to absolute perfection—neither gaudy nor dull, just right to keep one's gaze lingering on her sexy lips.
At this thought, Li Jie suddenly shivered. Previously, Li Jianjun had called him a believer of the Pure Land Sect for this very reason, yet why did he feel that the doctrines of the Pure Land Sect actually contained a certain measure of reason?
"The current zombies have basically broken through on a large scale to the late stage of the first rank. Even those in the mid-stage of the first rank are few and far between, so where on earth are there any early-stage first-rank zombies left for me to kill?" Xu Youcai said with a depressed expression.
Less than a hundred meters ahead of the elderly man with slanted eyebrows, Su Yang was quietly lying flat within the dense grass, which buried him deeply from view. Looking from the outside, his shadow was completely invisible. Seeing that the slanted-browed elder was getting closer and closer, Su Yang began to gather all his strength.
Due to the bandits' flight, the bandit stronghold appeared exceptionally deserted at the moment. Dozens of tents were scattered across the valley, and at the very back of the valley stood a stone wall tightly adjoining the cliff face.
However, among the coordinates previously provided by Edorange, the God of Collapse, there was no temple left by a thunder-attribute deity. Initially, Su Ye had also intended to find a fairly decent divine heritage so that Fiery Red Lips could change her class and abandon her original thunder-attribute profession.
The entanglements of love and hate in her heart were consuming Ye Wushuang. Not knowing how to face and choose, she stared at Ye Xun and deeply furrowed her brow.
His shout immediately attracted everyone's attention, especially Wang Er, whose face turned pale with fright. This General Yu was not a man with a gentle temper; warriors of the Three Kingdoms era were prone to killing on a whim.
"Then they really are bad guys." Feng Guang patted his head again, thinking to herself that the earnest cultivation style of the Xuan Sect remained the same no matter which world one was in.
Turning his head to give instructions to Angie, who had appeared by the door at some unknown time, Gu Chen directly scooped An Xiaoxiao up from his lap in a bridal carry and walked straight outside, showing not the slightest concern for Doctor Ace's busy state over there.
At that moment, beams of energy light shot out from the hulls of all eight Primordial Warships. These beams of light acted like long ropes with magnetic force, and their protruding ends had already firmly locked onto the Taixu airship ahead, slowly pulling it backward.
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In the time it took for just these few words, Qin Yibai had completely figured out the identities of these two fellows from their sea of consciousness.
He planned to take Yu Mu to tour the deserts and gobi areas around Xinjiang and Qinghai to see if they could find any extraterrestrial meteorites to increase the weight of his self-made magical artifact, the wish-granting brick.
Bai Jiaqi's face beamed with joy as he bowed repeatedly to the master: "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master! I will definitely study hard from now on!" Having said that, he looked toward Bai Wangsheng and Dongling outside the door.
After coming to the Hundred Herb Hall, the feeling of how they got along there was very, very much like her own family, making her忍不住 (cannot help but) think of her parents. She deeply envied Muxiang; although his parents were gone, the master had never treated him as an outsider, and Uncle Bai and Aunt Yang treated him like their own child.
The Shattered Star Bloodline allowed the body to store a portion of starlight, but it was far too scattered to practice the ultimate arts of the Seven Stars Tower.
Moreover, Heng Island truly lived up to its reputation as one of the eight major subordinate islands of the Zhaotian Sect, being extremely prosperous with an endless stream of coming and going merchant vessels.
With that, waving his arm, a set of exquisite tables and chairs appeared out of thin air atop the city wall. Then, Qin Yibai made a slanted guest-welcoming gesture with one hand, lacking not a single trace of courtesy.
"Since you are so unappreciative of favors, this emperor has no need to keep you alive any longer." With that, he flicked his sleeve and strode out of the Tangli Palace.
Wen Qing strolled around the hotel in a pleasant mood, intending to head back. Suddenly, in the dark, a hand unceremoniously reached out, pulled her over, and pressed her against the wall.
Compared to the chaotic and disorderly Mutant Outpost No. 1, the internal management of Outpost No. 2 was relatively strict.
However, she no longer cared about such things. For her, even if she stayed alive over the years, it was a life worse than death.
The height of the hammock was beyond Ah Xu's reach to climb up, yet he didn't want Feng Tang to hold him either, so he could only look at Zhu Xixi.
During the banquet, Boss Zhou repeatedly raised his glass to urge Tan Xue to drink. Tan Xue always only took small sips, but altogether she still consumed three or four taels, leaving her face flushed with a rosy glow.
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Seeing the princess showing such considerate and tender affection for her young master, Qiunu felt happy for him in her heart, while at the same time feeling a mix of envy and jealousy.
The young master before her was different; he might genuinely want to redeem her, and these two hundred silver notes did not look fake at all.
Putting down his phone and intending to return to the banquet hall, the man caught a glimpse of a figure flashing past the outer courtyard corridor out of the corner of his eye—it looked remarkably like the cat in Yu Xingshi's courtyard.
The warrior silently leaned on his axe to output damage on the side, yet his relatively pitiful damage output was truly unwatchable, making him feel like a mere decoration with zero presence.
However, what everyone failed to notice was that the crystals held in Han Xuefei and Aelf's hands flashed faintly, just like when Lan had found that pale purple crystal back then.
After washing the pestle, Hanyi put some gromwell into the mortar along with some other fruits, and Lan excitedly continued pounding with the pestle. The fruits and gromwell were gradually crushed and mashed, and the flowing juices mixed together, slowly turning a pale purple.
Every time, the messenger spoke as if it were the absolute truth, and the whole family would think that their younger brother was finally about to be found.
The two old men were decades-long neighbors who had known each other since their youth, so they didn't stand on ceremony when speaking to one another.
The current situation was quite a dilemma for her, yet she could not simply tell him that they had already known each other in a past life.
Listening to Hanyi's words, Han Xuefei's heart was gradually touched. She truly did not want Sali to die and thereby face an ending that would make everyone sad; she disliked that. Yet if it went like this, she would also drift further and further away from the true ending of the story.
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