Chapter 52: The Classic White Moonlight Appears

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The friend you follow, [Time Grocery Store], has just come online.
Go check it out now!
At the exact same time across Hua Nation, everyone following Time Grocery Store received a notification pushed by the website.
Some people thought they were seeing things and that the website was glitching.
Others excitedly clicked into the homepage.
Beneath the ID, it showed that the other user was currently online.
That very night, countless people kept tapping their screens to refresh the homepage.
[Chapters 52 and 53 have some issues. Just arrived at the hotel, will edit them later. Tomorrow's update is postponed to 3:00 PM. After tomorrow's update, the first thirty babies to leave a comment will each receive 300 book coins, distributed via red envelopes, as compensation for the mistakes of the past two days. I am truly sorry. There will also be a bonus chapter tomorrow.]
With the matters concerning Zhuang Ruyin and Zhuang Qingchun coming to an end, Yan Ye also gave herself a five-day vacation.
She planned to take a trip to a neighboring city for a few days.
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After booking the high-speed rail tickets for her departure,
Jhin's damage had already skyrocketed, and combined with Tahm Kench's protection, the two of them couldn't pull off any effective offense before falling beneath the turret. Zhuo Hua's Malzahar had only just arrived by then, and after taking down the second-tier turret, he headed toward Baron Nashor.
Yet now, she asked He Chaoyang the exact same question once more. Had this been asked ten years ago, she would have considered it an insult. But at this moment, standing before the man she had pursued for nearly a decade, she felt none of that mattered anymore.
Sword radiance flashed and sword qi soared into the clouds as figures flickered repeatedly. In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged ten blows.
His gaze drifted into the distance, watching the fierce black smoke rolling in majestically, and involuntarily, the muscles on his face twitched slightly.
This was a conclusion he had reached after becoming the Nazi Minister of Propaganda, deepening his research into the media, and observing society.
"Kill!" From the side of Gongyang Village, hundreds of people shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the canyon, deafening and overwhelmingly mighty.
Lin Tao behaved no differently from an ordinary person, mainly because he wished to avoid unnecessary trouble. Besides, he was nursing injuries, so the fewer complications, the better. Yet things in this world never quite go the way you want them to; the more harmless you appear, the more people insist on picking on you.
This teamfight resulted in a one-for-five trade. Dai Chuang had charged ahead bravely and fallen under the turret's attacks. Evidently, the build path I suggested to him was quite effective; had he been carrying a Randuin's Omen, he wouldn't have been killed right at the edge of the turret's attack range.
As for comparing martial arts, that was entirely unnecessary. The martial arts masters of the Chinese Federation, who held the title of the world's best, were merely there to act as referees.
The brief training cycle had clearly not been wasted by Li Guozhu. Even the first light infantry unit of the Middle East Theater Command was now fully prepared and ready to go.
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She splashed about in the water in sheer disbelief. Beneath her wet, dripping hair, her eyes were so bright—just a single glance, yet to him it felt like a millennium, capturing all the starlight of his entire lifetime.
Yet Chen Chaosheng asked himself if he had not already done enough. At least one-third of the annual profits from the companies under his control and his various other investment returns were offered as tribute to Xu Shizhao. After all these years, however, he had only watched Xu's appetite grow increasingly voracious.
Ming Rong felt her heartbeat far too fiercely. She understood him and knew his temperament; she was a stubborn person, and Gu Changjin was no different.
In the end, he had no choice but to use a trace of saintlymight to intimidate the old man before him. In truth, Lin Qingfan's heart was quite fluttery as well, unsure whether the saintly might would actually serve to deter him.
For a breathtakingly charming beauty to possess such regal poise—even if the officials harbored a thousand objections in their hearts, under Meier's piercing gaze, they had no choice but to lower their heads.
Qin Hong also learned the origin of this string of prayer beads from Qiumuling's letter. His gaze grew dim, but he still escorted the two home without a word.
"Flayer?" Hearing this person's cry, Xie Zhi thought she had misheard. She looked up at Qin Hong and asked, "Fifth Brother, who are they?" Wearing so little and looking so emaciated, surely they couldn't be local bandits.
In a hazy blur, she entered a half-sleep state. Her body felt heavy while her mind remained exceptionally clear. She recalled that it had been quite some time since she last entered a soul-leaving state during sleep, and she wondered why she had entered it once again in a world that did not belong to her.
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