42 The Eighteenth Person

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“That's all? You damned profiteer!” Luo Tianhuan could not help cursing. How were they supposed to deplete the remaining seventy-one percent of the aerial Corruptor Anglas's health in those ten seconds?

The phrase “a family of three” surfaced in Yu You's mind once again. Her face flushed, her head grew hot, and she actually walked straight toward the road.

Only after everyone's emotions had settled did Old Master Cheng speak again. “Child, since you are willing to acknowledge us, would you be willing to change your surname?” Though perhaps this was being rather pushy, he truly disliked the thought of his grandson bearing the surname of a man like Zhou Jiangong.

Third Elder Shentu climbed into the carriage. After gazing toward the direction of Sunset City, he ducked inside and looked at the Jing family's carriage ahead with a cold smile.

Ye Miao went with him to tidy up. The basket still held some vegetables that had not sold—slightly damaged and not particularly attractive.

The top of the tower had already been torn open, and the enormous body of the Two-Headed Parasitic Steel Demon Dragon had burrowed inside. Yet for such a massive monster, the tower's interior was clearly far too cramped.

He did not dare agree with Huan Ling's overly optimistic reasoning. Wasn't the thirteenth prince in the Yongzheng Dynasty known as the “Heroic Prince”? Song Taizu had even created the Long Fist technique and sent Jingniang a thousand miles home. What if the King of Qi was content to become a Heroic Prince as well?

Gu Jinxin watched her without speaking. The surroundings fell silent at once, and the atmosphere gradually tightened.

Long-distance interstellar travel through the star gates of a spaceport consumed no energy at all. It was as simple as stepping from one side of a portal to the other.

Quietly savoring the warm, sweet scent that clung to her elder sister, Nazha felt utterly at peace in that moment.

Yang Yang was not tired; he had simply gotten up far too early and felt miserable. He had abandoned his warm bed and his fragrant wife, following her out instead. He must have been crazy.

Gu Qinglian was so furious that her ample chest trembled violently. If her combat strength had been greater, she might already have struck.

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As Meng Qianhan stepped aside, the Azure-Mane Sword immediately entered the Frostsun Sword's line of sight. Amid a series of ringing sword cries, dazzling white light suddenly burst forth, surging toward the opponent with overwhelming force.

The southwestern branch had originally been established near the Azure Origin Divine Hall. Because of that one sentence from him, it would henceforth be located on Pan Yun Star.

“Really.” After saying that, Xia Zhu came over, intending to drink some of the water. Yet he sensed that there was something slightly different about it.

The wind rose, carrying sand with it. Though the sky had darkened, traces of light could still faintly be seen. The willow trees before the hall swayed wildly in the gale, their branches striking the face with a stinging force. Mian Su watched the Underworld King disappear into the distance and let out a deep sigh.

Su Rushi gazed at the wrinkles at the corners of Su Qingyun's eyes, and her heart ached. She nodded and replied, “All right. I understand.” Then she left with Liu'er.

After leaving the Guo residence, He Guang and Tong Chen were already waiting there with the horses. Guo Shangxian took the reins, mounted, and glanced at He Guang.

“All right, all right. I know you and your husband are happily married. You don't need to flaunt it in front of me!” Jia Jingwen rolled her eyes at her best friend in exasperation.

After drawing the treasured saber and wielding it a few times, Cheng Feng discovered that he and the weapon seemed connected by a shared understanding. Following his instincts, he circulated the Moon-Refining Saber Technique and channeled divine essence into the divine weapon. Within a radius of roughly two meters around him, a vacuum magnetic field formed, radiating from the treasured saber.

“That's everything. Let's go.” Xia Yu opened the door for him. With her back to the slender figure by the window, she stared straight ahead, trying to make herself appear more heartless.

Shi Xia obediently placed her feet together, while the young man beside her sat with extreme casualness. His long legs were slightly bent, and his pale fingertips tapped habitually against the side of the carriage.

Mu Zi leaned lazily to one side, his gaze sweeping over the group before pausing on Shi Xia for several seconds. His eyes narrowed slightly. Faint afterglow spread across their depths, rippling like scattered light.

When misfortune struck, troubles truly did come one after another. Fan Taohua declared that today was Black Sunday.

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Shi Xia nodded. She felt as though a breath were lodged in her chest. Deliberately defying Fu Ci, she did not look back at him even once.

Yue Hua sensed that the two burly men harbored ill intentions and that their words were unpleasant. She glared fiercely at them before following her father away in anger.

Shi Xia picked up the thread of the conversation. Her pale tea-colored eyes held a trace of mockery as she walked past the woman and into the room without looking at her.

Lu Yi entered the room and gazed at its simple furnishings. He felt as though the ceiling were spinning above his head, as if he were floating in bliss, with nothing solid beneath his feet.

Qiao Shushu immediately brought over a cup of tea. Yao Yang drained it in one gulp, then looked at Qiao Shushu sheepishly and held up his empty cup.

Although Liu Rulan was filled with murderous fury and wanted to force Wang Mu to kill Zhang Lei, he could not bring himself to do it. Whether because of their former friendship or because Zhang Lei was a member of the Returning Cloud Sect, he could never kill him.

At that moment, a burly man in the front passenger seat produced a pitch-black blindfold and handed it to Qin Feng.

Grand Steward Ge Li hefted a thirty-pound sledgehammer and brought it crashing down upon the solid boulder, sending countless sparks flying.

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