37 Reality 3.2

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This was hardly a defensive stronghold where one man could hold off ten thousand; should enemies appear, they would pierce straight through. Unless Li Zhiming reduced Sha Tianfu to a sieve, he would have no way to strike back.

Yu Bo had originally thought his cousin was a powerful reinforcement, but seeing him bow and scrape before Chen Lingfeng, his heart sank with disappointment. Yet, he understood the situation—Chen Lingfeng was no common thug, but a man who could command the winds and rain in Hanzhou.

"I'm not confident, but it's a great chance to witness my idol's superb skills," Gao Jie said excitedly.

Just as I had tapped out a line on my phone screen a short while ago, I knew without needing any explanation that Deng Qiqi would help me. In this moment, I was absolutely certain she would be my greatest asset in tearing that bitch to shreds; there was nothing I needed to hide from her.

This was the fundamental reason they had gathered such a massive army. Experts are formidable, but once faced with an equally powerful opponent, the difference between having help and not is everything—one can be worn down to death. Perhaps this dangerous decision could not be made alone, and support was naturally needed; the logic remained the same.

Mu Wange’s hands, pressed against his chest, slowly tightened, her fingers gripping the fabric of his collar. With her head tilted slightly back, she looked at his parted lips, feeling like someone stranded in a desert, parched and desperate, while his lips were her only source of water.

Perhaps because Yicheng’s words had painted him as overly rash and reckless, the Dragon Rider stomped her feet with some dissatisfaction as she landed on the floor.

In three years of being with Xiao Yan, their only contact had been simple embraces—and those only when she woke up in the middle of the night, terrified, seeking comfort.

It was as if someone had thrown a bomb at me; I felt like I was blasted awake. I desperately wanted to open my eyes and ask what was going on, but try as I might to stir, my eyes remained heavy and clouded, impossible to open.

Bai Su was equally pale with fright, but as she possessed the highest cultivation among them, she didn’t hesitate for a second. Upon hearing Ye Chen’s warning, she instinctively shot upward as if by reflex.

Liu Xiangdong deliberately mentioned that he had investigated Meng Fanlang, just to see what kind of expression Meng Fanlang would make.

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Of course, that only applied to wealthy, powerful, and prestigious families. In the homes of ordinary people, a mourning period of half a year to a year was sufficient, and some lasted only a few months.

He and Yu Hua had long planned a prison break, but they were thwarted by the lack of an inside man to help lead the refugees through the layers of blockades.

When Zhuang Yi shook hands with Shakayla, the seal showed no reaction. Zhuang Yi knew then that this Shakayla was likely not the one he was looking for.

However, to Zhuang Yi’s disappointment, the dual-element god-level powerhouse Hansen did not explain how that super-god-level entity had left this universe.

Ye Jiaren felt no pity or sorrow, as if she were hearing news of a stranger’s death.

On the sofa in the center of the suite sat a tall young man. His right arm rested on the back of the sofa, his wrist dangling slightly, his long, slender fingers gripping a handgun tightly.

"This..." The waiter was too afraid to speak, looking straight at Wang Chunyao, thinking perhaps he was the one in charge of security.

Chen Heng wasn’t bothered by the kick; instead, he skipped happily into Tang Long’s bedroom.

At this time, Sima Yan and Wang Xing were still immersed in the joy of Sima Cheng and Gan Zhuo’s defection. They immediately held a swearing-in ceremony, and the army began its march to the east.

"If it’s about the victims, I’ll just create a few more clones," the Nine-Tailed Fox nodded, agreeing with Tang Long’s suggestion.

However, the people of the Green Palace were no ordinary folk. They had come prepared, watching quietly as the people on the ship performed their own drama; no matter how much they deified themselves, they remained unmoved.

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Seeing Murong Nai relent, Helou Qiehe was overjoyed. He spoke with Murong Nai at length, and though Murong Nai’s face remained stern, he nodded repeatedly.

Wan Feibai had to admit that this Fairy Mochou was truly exceptional. Her movements were fluid; with every step and leap, she gathered the essence of the sword, and the horsetail whisk in her hand possessed immense destructive power—every strike was a ruthless, lethal blow.

"Handle this matter; leave me in peace for a while." The man behind the desk was exhausted, sensing an unpredictable disaster about to unfold, and wondering who would be able to stop it when the time came.

I walked over to find my department colleagues. Most of them were wearing sportswear, standing there rubbing their palms, discussing how they were definitely going to win those few hundred dollars in prize money this year.

The next moment, Bai Lianjiao’s figure flashed and vanished. The White Lotus Courtyard returned to silence, and because of the barrier above the courtyard, the other disciples remained unaware of the clash within the main hall.

The vast universe should have twelve primal springs; at this stage, it was already unstable, and if it continued to expand, the Heavenly Dao would surely be unable to bear the strain.

Tang Wei did not respond. Thinking of last night—of her lying beneath him, bold yet shy, reserved yet passionate—the corners of his lips curled upward uncontrollably.