Chapter 55: Don't Forget to Change into Your Pajamas!

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Master Mei had naturally heard of him. From the nineties until now, legendary tales of this figure still circulated throughout society.
With his other arm, Chu Tianyu pulled Murong Xin directly into his embrace. Face to face, looking at each other, they could feel each other's heartbeats and the warm breath of one another. This sensation was extremely subtle and profoundly ambiguous.
Time ticked away second by second, yet the Ancient Sorcerer Cave remained utterly silent, as if Qin Yao had never entered at all, as if nothing had happened whatsoever.
The figure in the black robe wore a pale and miserable expression. Had his face not been concealed beneath the dark cowl, Liu Tian would likely have burst out laughing! By this point, the black-robed man had suffered defeat after defeat, forcing him to retreat several steps.
Long Yuntian's entire body shook violently as a brilliant azure imperial battle aura surged forth. The robes covering his body instantly billowed and shattered into dust. Old Patriarch Long Potian stepped forward, scooped up his body, and laid him flat.
With a resounding "Bang!" the door was suddenly burst open, and a sturdy figure strode heavily into the room. "Tianwei, you've woken up? What happened?" It was none other than Old Patriarch Long Potian himself, followed by several guards.
However, most people merely retreated a few paces before stopping. So what if you are a legendary Battle Emperor? Once you and Shi Changxiao fight until you are both severely injured, wouldn't there still be a chance for someone like me to profit? The law does not punish the masses; even if you are at the peak of the Battle Emperor realm, could you possibly slaughter everyone present here?
"Tat-tat-tat... tat-tat-tat..." Spotting Yuan Xing's figure, the enemies hurriedly opened fire to stop him. But Yuan Xing had already broken into a run, using towering ancient trees as cover to deflect the bullets flying behind him.
Duan Qiu opened it to find two weapons and a chest piece. Aside from these, there were also some materials and dark coins, but he simply ignored those extra items.
Closing his eyes, he spent some effort to suppress the sudden excitement of acquiring so many spirit stones before night Feng finally opened his eyes and transmitted his voice into his mind.
Once a war broke out and ended in defeat, becoming slaves might even be considered the best possible outcome.
"What? You're saying the legend of the Othershore Flower isn't true?" I opened my eyes wide in astonishment. No way, I'd actually believed in it all this time.
Mu Yaozhi grew increasingly vexed thinking about it and simply decided not to dwell on it anymore. She picked up her teacup and took a sip, but instead of cooling her inner fire, it only irritated her further.
Seeing that his expression didn't look like he was lying, a chill crept into my heart, and I immediately shone my phone's flashlight behind me.
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It wasn't until they entered the game interface that they realized what a true fortress-defending master was, and they couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths.
It's just that... in a certain sense, Lü Shuo was politically correct at this moment. If he openly resisted, he would undoubtedly be reviled by others.
After becoming the finest in the realm, that young master often held this scroll as he traveled everywhere, seemingly searching for the person depicted within it.
He figured that his passionate and stirring speech just now must have significantly elevated his status in their hearts.
Lü Shuo felt his consciousness hovering between clarity and haze. The power within his body seemed stirred by some catalyst, suddenly awakening and erupting like a volcanic explosion.
Furthermore, it grew within the spirit-rich Tianyun Sword Pool. If this were taken to the outside world, it would easily be worth several thousand spirit stones, wouldn't it?
Although it had already become a de facto superpower in the realms of science, industry, and economy, the empire's foundation was far from stable. That transformation had arrived far too late and far too violently, leaving many things yet to truly take root.
The next moment, Xu Dongjiang's eyes widened abruptly as he stared in disbelief at Liu Yan'er, fresh blood beginning to spew from his mouth.
It was foreseeable that these aircraft had been arranged so neatly on purpose, with the sole objective of being reused.
Auras of black Qi surged back and forth around his entire body, looking quite eerie and sinister beneath the dark curtain of night.
Driven by the fourth-tier soul power of the vitality element, nine treasures transformed into nine arms and nine fists, roaring furiously toward the soul warriors all around.
Previously, even with a force of twenty to thirty thousand men, they had been unable to escape the enemy's pursuit. Now, with merely a thousand or so men left by his side, how could he possibly escape such relentless pursuers?
"Protect the General!" Seeing more than a dozen figures in black rushing forward, the two attendants guarding Liu Pi shouted in unison, charging directly toward the assassins.
Under Du Huangchang's maneuvering, Su Zuoming smoothly secured his appointment as the Imperial Censor and Supervisor of Shannanxidao. Yang Zhilian's other sworn sons also received favorable placements. Everything was prepared, and Yang Zhilian, the Left Shence Army Guardian and Central Commander, safely transitioned to his new post holding the prestigious rank of Kaifu Yitong Sansi and Acting Left Gate Guard General.
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If Wang Chen wanted to use his experiences and observations from the 7381 Project to argue his point, he would need to present actual evidence to dismantle Father Yang's rigorously logical narrative. Moreover, since he could not do so, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and keep nodding, indicating that Father Yang's words were well-reasoned and supported by evidence.
Chen Shu's parents were both deceased, and the only person left in his household was an elderly gatekeeper. The old man cracked the door open a fraction and cast a turbid gaze up and down at Li Mao, judging him to be someone he could not afford to offend, and thus politely invited him inside.
"Hahaha, isn't this the Commander of the Northern Suppression Office? Forgive me for not welcoming you properly!" Sun Qingyang cupped his fists in salute.
Ina gazed down at the still-unconscious Night Feng: his bronze skin, robust physique, and handsome face brimming with masculine vigor.
Just as He Songlan was agonizing over how to handle the inquiring journalists, matters once again took a turn beyond her expectations, as the young scholars of the Great Crow Academy effortlessly resolved the difficult predicament.
"Can that kind of joke be tossed around casually?" Shen Yuelan at her side glared fiercely at Helan Rui, using a look of suppressed fury to mask her slight guilty conscience.
For a full month, when brilliant sunlight finally bathed the earth, Night Feng decided to head to Ziyan City to assess the situation and intended to bring his mother—whom he had been separated from for many days—over to settle down and live a good life.
I stand by what I said: I truly hope you can be happier than when you were with me. I will bless you forever and never hold you back. If you feel unhappy, just come back, and I will treat you even better than before.
Erbang felt that this was the primary purpose of successfully holding this gathering—to fulfill a wish and then move forward.
This question began to show a sharp edge. The expressions on the general managers' faces froze momentarily, and then, as if realizing something, some turned pale with fright while others wore looks of panic and unease.
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