Volume 1, Chapter 32: Spending Out with My Godson, What a Joy...

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Zi Feiyu and Ji Xu each unleashed exquisite movement techniques, chasing each other in a fierce and intense display.

The white shirt and tight jeans outlined a figure like that of a model; she wore no makeup, yet she remained vibrant and full of life.

Baldy Qiang spoke, gradually closing the distance to Zhang Nan with a look of sincerity, as if they were old friends.

However, the Flying Flower Chasing Moon Sect had strict rules. They originated from a single race, and all new recruits had to be drawn from within that race; thus, they were firmly opposed to absorbing outside talent.

Hearing this, Zi Feiyu, Donglin Ye, Feng Lin, and the others felt a stir in their hearts and nodded in agreement.

Seeing Wei Zijie depart, Xu Ding let out a sigh of relief; the trouble had finally been resolved.

The other party's words seemed to strike exactly what he was hoping for. He had just been pondering to himself that if he could avoid using internal energy while also avoiding exposure, then this opponent was truly extraordinary—which was for the best.

"Perhaps he is just nervous about becoming a groom!" Watching Meng Qi’s slightly gloomy mood, a man standing nearby, who resembled Meng Qi but appeared slightly older, spoke up.

Praised by Xiao Qiang, Zhao Qingyan’s pretty face flushed even redder. For some reason, she felt a secret joy in her heart and did not feel the slightest bit offended by Xiao Qiang’s slightly frivolous gaze.

Upon hearing this, Wu Xin wept with joy. She turned around, covered her mouth with both hands, shook her head, and walked away in silence.

"Are you implying that the Chinese people have lost their fighting spirit?" Zuo Li asked, looking visibly furious.

Deep within the imperial palace lay a forbidden zone. Located in a remote corner, it was usually deserted, and now, not a single soul could be seen there.

The figure wore a cloak and did not look back, standing with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance. The eyes visible beneath the hood were ancient and profound, as if something in the distance had been beckoning to him for a long time.

Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed true. Legendary figures like the Sweeping Monk, Dugu Qiubai, Yang Dingtian, and Huang Shang appeared rarely, but to call them mere extras would be hard to justify.

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With noises rising all around him, Lin Fan suddenly found himself in a difficult position, his eyes lingering on Han Baobao’s somewhat ample chest.

Although the plot focused on vying for supremacy over the world, there was no lack of brilliant talents who became famous in other fields. The protagonists were either powerful heroes with grand ambitions or prodigies who had mastered a specific skill to the pinnacle.

"Your companion previously mentioned that once bitten, even an immortal couldn't save you. Is that what you meant by this mode of transmission?" Luo Zhaoyuan pondered, combining what Yan Jin had dictated with what he had heard earlier.

When he reached a point about five steps from Zhao Dan, a eunuch suddenly appeared and blocked Jing Ke.

At the border stood a towering city wall, acting like a boundary between the dead and the living, separating the city from the graveyard.

A yellow-haired Qigong master laughed loudly, but the man he was mocking—a muscular figure with blue hair and red eyes—suddenly turned back and let out a muffled grunt. With a 'snap,' he transformed into a phantom and slammed into the Qigong master who had ridiculed him.

He stared intently at the heart, wanting to see what changes would occur, while maintaining high vigilance, prepared for the risk of a backlash or possession.

"What about the future, Avril? What are your plans? When will you return to the Yellowstone Empire?" Jiang Rankong asked.

"What?" The Maoshan Taoist noticed that the Emei nun beside him had suddenly gone blank. Cursing his teammate as an idiot, he hurriedly deployed a bronze zombie to guard her.

He did not realize that he had already deeply offended Zhang Shisan. By successfully turning Zhang Shisan’s capable subordinate with nothing more than a song, he had caused this terrifying man more annoyance than if he had offended him directly.

The three brothers gasped in shock. After a moment of silence, Jiang Sen said, "Eldest Young Master, I have a suggestion: the guns can be sold to the Mongols. They have a high demand and can afford them." Mu Yaping realized he was right; why hadn't he thought of the Mongols? They were wealthy, relatively safe, and most importantly, their demand was huge.

After a night of fierce fighting, the Japanese army breached three sections of the wall, only to be driven back by a counterattack. However, Nie Rongzhen’s troops were in a precarious situation against the heavy Japanese forces.

The spider shrieked and turned to bite Dugu Jianmo, but with a shout of "Earth as a Sword," he uprooted tons of soil from beneath his feet, instantly blocking the attack.

"Of course, Mr. Jackson! I have sufficient reasons!" Facing the incredibly agitated Tom Jackson over the phone, Chen Chufan calmly explained the cause and effect in brief.

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"Throw that worker as far away as you can, and bring over all the medicinal herbs they need." Following Ye Zang’s instructions, the shopkeeper complied immediately, and Yang Xiu and the others cast grateful glances.

The candles in the room were burning brightly. Pushing open the door, one could see the room’s layout. The tables, chairs, and cabinets were all crafted from high-quality wood, exquisite and refined in style. The decor was not opulent but simple and elegant, possessing a unique, minimalist beauty.

"Cackle, cackle, cackle." The handsome appearance of the man immediately made Mother Ying, Lin Ruoxi, and Mu Wan'er laugh.

Ma Tianxing snorted, holding his head high and chest out, looking up at the sky with the air of a tiger fallen to the flatlands, refusing to argue.

Had it been anyone else, even if they had said the exact same words to him, he would not have felt a thing, nor would he have been able to recover the spirit of "contention" he once possessed.

"Just you?" Jin Faguang’s lips curled in mockery. Seeing that the Wolf Head’s attack was imminent—a move that was both a full-force strike and a full-force defense—it seemed Jin Faguang had no way to avoid it without colliding head-on. But one must not forget, the Wolf Head’s claws were now as sharp as blades.

"Young Master Hua, those people are not to be trifled with." The speaker was Liu Feineng, Lu Junhua’s dog-headed military advisor. He was not much to look at, but he was full of malice, and many of the evil deeds Lu Junhua had committed were his ideas.

In the inner hall of the Kaifeng Prefecture, Zhan Zhao was discussing Wan'er with Judge Bao and Gongsun Ce. Seeing that there was nothing to do, Miao Ruolan went to inspect the Phantom Star, so she was not with Zhan Zhao.

How could blood spray from one’s hair? It was possible, because someone had cleaved him in two with a sword. His heart, liver, and intestines spilled onto the ground, a sight too gruesome to behold. As the night wind blew, the thick scent of blood filled the air.

Cheng Lingzhi felt a wave of dizziness, the world spun around her, and then she lost consciousness.