Volume 1 Chapter 27: All Variations Stem from the Same Source

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Once she left, Yun Yin contacted "Forever Gone" and briefly explained the situation. As expected, he took on the task without hesitation, swearing on the other end of the line that he would complete the mission.
An Luorou rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. She wasn't sure why, but the first half of that sounded a bit like a scumbag, even if his intentions were good.
Such speculations instantly spread among the players, further increasing the allure of the Otherworld.
"You certainly have high standards, trying to climb the social ladder, only to be heartlessly dumped. I heard that voice earlier quite clearly," Mu Yan said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She covered her mouth with a coy giggle, her waist swaying as she pretended to be doubled over in laughter, looking exceptionally excited.
Suddenly, his body began to divide. On the ground, a pool of blood formed, gradually taking the shape of Su Cheng.
Di Ling was somewhat dumbfounded. "Not very good at it?" That meant he knew a little? He just couldn't fully unleash its terrifying lethality.
The Ghost Mother’s body, which was normally damp and foul, began to crack under the red light. In just a moment, more than half of the smoke surrounding her had been dispelled.
Old Man Ye and his sons, along with Ye Mancang and his brothers, were all amused by Ye Mangui’s words, laughing heartily and agreeing again and again.
"What do you need me to happen? Do you think an attack like that could hurt me?" Jiang Ye said as he walked toward his opponent.
The entity that had been targeted shriveled up as if it had been drained dry, losing all moisture and collapsing to the ground before melting into a puddle of water.
"Hmm..." Buu frowned. Without a nose, his face looked like a strangely shaped steamed bun, but it was those eyes—almost always squinting—that sent an inexplicable chill down Son Gohan’s spine.
With several consecutive strikes, the body of the Heavenly Demon, though incredibly tough, was no match for the sharp Heaven-Slaying Sword, as it lacked its demonic power. In the blink of an eye, Ma Qingfeng had sliced it into thousands of pieces.
"Who are you calling sour grapes?" Su Xin stood up abruptly, glaring at Su Xin in anger.

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"You're lying!" Mo Xiaorui suddenly pointed at the tip of Mo Qiuyu’s nose and exclaimed loudly, spraying her face with saliva.
Below, the players of the Smiling Hall grew excited as they saw the Immortal Fire Phoenix’s health drop into the red.
"Yes, Feihu is absolutely right. We noticed this person acting strangely recently, which is why we started tailing him yesterday. Perhaps it’s a coincidence! But this surveillance led us to such a major discovery; it is time for this scoundrel to meet his end. It’s just a pity for those under his command," Yingzi said with a hint of regret.
"Was it you who kept insisting on slaughtering the members of my Sword Sect?" Ma Qingfeng pointed at Gongyang Leng and asked loudly.
Tsukiyama Shuu could no longer see Ma Yuan or Touka; he was surrounded by people, many of whom were holding up their phones to take pictures.
In Ma Qingfeng’s perception, Jiang Xuanxuan appeared clearly in his mind, right down to the tiny hairs on her face. Everything was magnified—this was a special function of divine sense.
Qianye Jue looked up at the patch of red skirt hanging unnervingly from the tree and gave instructions to Dongdong.
The universe before or above is separated from the middle universe by a white hole; one side of the white hole represents the future, while the other represents the present. The universe behind or below is separated from the middle universe by a black hole; one side of the black hole represents the past, and the other represents the present.
"Fourth Young Master, we are ready for takeoff," Jing Yun, sitting in the pilot's seat, reported respectfully.
The two outer columns understood and ran out to intercept, but the middle column fell into chaos. Some went left, some went right, and in an instant, everything was a mess. Some people were tripped by the footsteps of those running in front of or behind them, stumbling and falling to the ground.
Although there were many invitations, they couldn't be too eager for exposure. At the very least, those trashy variety shows were absolutely off-limits.
Shao Yao was shocked, only then realizing that she had been so focused on her greetings and courtesies that she had forgotten the most important thing.
Walking through the celestial prison was slow; it was unusually quiet, and apart from the occasional miserable scream, it was eerily silent, filled with an atmosphere of despair and helplessness.

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If her mind could be seen as a screen, it was almost entirely filled with these words at this moment.
Rarely having a "scapegoat" so she wouldn't have her allowance cut off by her own brother, she should have been secretly rejoicing.
Mo Nansheng still remembered the first day he arrived in Jiangnan; Qianye couldn't stop praising it, and it didn't look like he was faking it.
Lin Xue looked back at Ouyang Zhiyuan, who was following her. Neither of them knew how to ride a motorcycle, so she climbed onto Liu Mu Yiran’s bike. Seeing Lin Xue get on, Liu Mu Yiran stepped on the gas, and the motorcycle shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.
As Puzhi flew away, the pressure suddenly eased. I let out a long sigh, leapt into the air, and jumped onto another jagged wolf-tooth peak. Watching Puzhi fall into the abyss, I felt a bit uneasy, but this was the best outcome for him. He wouldn't die from the fall, and he would be out of the battle without having to continue the slaughter.
A dull alarm suddenly sounded, and the red light on the robot COCO on the table flashed, instantly startling everyone resting in the command room.
"Auntie, your business is really good," Lin Xue remarked, taking a look around. Out of the dozen tables in the room, seven or eight were occupied, leaving only the two near the door and the two in the back empty.
Catching sight of Song Qinglan about to return to the carriage, her eyes darted, and a surge of malice took hold. Her right hand, hidden under her robe, secretly channeled spiritual energy. The surrounding breeze gradually formed blades of wind, which she shot toward Song Qinglan.
A powerful, high-temperature energy gathered in her right hand, blossoming into a flame-like radiance. The scorching waves it emitted seemed capable of burning everything to ash.
The golden-red ultrasonic beam struck the blue body in front, causing a violent explosion and scattering brilliant sparks of fire.