Thirty thousand and thirty.

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Ji Xian stared blankly. At a single glance, the figure was already over six digits; whenever it exceeded six, he would rub his eyes and recount.

Before long, the earth shook and the mountains swayed. The entire secret realm trembled violently, as if hit by a high-intensity earthquake, and cracks began to spiderweb across the ground.

"With the changes the Earth has undergone, previous modes of transportation have all lost their utility. As the Earth's surface area continues to expand, long-distance travel has become increasingly difficult. Therefore, if we want to send people out to explore, we must first solve the problem of transportation," the Penglai Immortal Venerable stated, cutting straight to the heart of the difficulty.

He stood quietly behind the great shield, appearing lost in thought. When he had come to find him with the "Blue Flame," he had been just as serious, standing with his arms crossed.

Beyond his dark nascent soul, his other nine nascent souls had all reached the perfection of the ninth-grade Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, ready at any moment to strike toward the mysterious Immortal King realm.

The other guard from the Zuiyin Pavilion was not so lucky; an arrow had nearly pierced through his shoulder, rendering his entire left arm immobile. To be able to penetrate a knight's leather armor while firing on the move, the Tangut archer clearly possessed a heavy bow and exceptionally powerful arms.

One must realize that the Mountain Demon Emperor was a third-grade Profound Demon realm demon, his cultivation level surpassing Xia Wushuang’s by more than an entire major realm.

Cheng Feiyang had always been an optimist. He laughed, saying, "Mr. Mo and I are two different people. We are not objects, so we cannot be compared. He has his strengths, and I have mine. I have never felt that I am inferior to anyone."

Although he was a pure martial artist, once he became the heavy-weight River God of the Liuyun Dynasty, he became attuned to the Great Dao of Water. With just a single thought, the water of the great river could become the sharpest weapon in the world.

Their spell actually had many limitations; while it was simple for Chief Zhao to connect with them, it was not easy for them to initiate a connection back to Chief Zhao.

Even though the room was filled with generals who had spent years on the battlefield, they could not help but feel a shiver of dread, their bodies trembling in unison.

What surprised Su Jinxi was that the layout inside the thatched cottage was identical to the settings within her detoxification system.

Meng Xin fell silent, remembering that Xu Xiaoxia usually treated her quite well, just as Zhang Yang had said, though she felt some aversion regarding the matter of Zhang Yang.

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Walking side by side, Ye Chen followed Huang Dashan's lead toward the peak at the very center of Spirit Mountain.

Zhou Fang giggled and pushed Zhang Yang away, standing up to smooth her clothes before heading to the wardrobe to help Zhang Yang find an outfit suitable for an evening at a leader's home.

"Have you... have you really never met Ye Chen?" Biyou’s voice came from behind. She had stopped in her tracks but did not turn around; standing with her back to him, she bit her lip, her voice sounding somewhat hoarse.

After Zhao Tiezhu followed Sun Lan to the office, Su Yi finished her report and walked out, catching sight of Zhao Tiezhu following Sun Lan away. Without realizing it, she found herself staring blankly, mesmerized.

Ling Yushuang, who was playing on her phone, curled her lip, swiped rapidly across the screen, and then got up, swaying her waist as she headed out.

However, they were in no hurry to send disciples out to scout. Instead, they immediately sealed the mountain and activated countless defensive formations.

The distance from Uncle Fu's building to that one was actually quite far, which was precisely why the occupancy rate of that building was so low.

No matter what Ai Shuqiao said, the men around her would only stare at her with silly smiles, willing to pay any price just to have her look at them for one more second.

"Alright then, going to A City to see the world is a good idea; life there is very different from here," Ji Mo said with a faint smile.

Thinking of this, he pulled a bag of lime from his backpack, holding the Buddha amulet in one hand and the lime in the other as he ran toward it.

This saying was much like how some described military service: you regret it for three years if you join, but you regret it for a lifetime if you don't.

The poor Einzbern family seemed to be under the same curse as Fujibayashi Ryou, forever destined to have no connection to the Holy Grail.

Before he could finish, the old clan leader roared, "Shut your mouth! You behave yourself while in the county town these next few days. Otherwise, the moment we get back to Mushroom Village, I will strike you from the genealogy and drive you out! Tell your eldest son and his family to behave themselves, too."

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Liu Yang was stunned for a moment before finally finding the courage to reach out and wrap his arms around her from behind. As his hands passed under her armpits, he felt the elasticity of those two mounds encased in knit fabric. They were soft, springing back immediately when pressed—a sensation that was truly palpable.

Now, having just finished giving birth, he was personally wiping her body—how could she not be moved? Such a good man was hard to find in a crowd of thousands. If it were Situ Changfeng, he certainly wouldn't have done this. After all, he was the heir to a Prince's mansion, of royal blood, and naturally carried a higher level of pride in his bones.

"I just remembered, isn't his childhood sweetheart that wife of Sun Muyang's?" Yang Jinyong brought the fan in his right hand down heavily into his left palm with a crisp sound, successfully capturing Hua Xiyan's attention.

In this moment of extreme crisis, this turn of events had to happen. The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became, sweat blurring my vision.

Zhuang Hong quickly suppressed his indignation; as long as An Ze returned with news of a great victory, his position would be restored. After all, An Ze was his man.

At this juncture, the resentment should have already reached the "Lu Cun" star position of the main current. In ten minutes, it would reach the final star position, "Po Jun," at which point it would split into four... but had Yang Tiancong set up the third and fourth branches on the other side?

Daoist Xuanqing was exerting all his might when Yang Feng suddenly withdrew, causing the Daoist to overextend and land hard on the chair behind him. With a crack, the carved rosewood armchair shattered into a heap of scrap wood.

Chang Wu was a middle school classmate of Feng Junzi. After graduating from the police academy, he was assigned to Binhai. He used to be the chief of a local police station and was now the deputy captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Binhai Ganquan Branch. Not long ago, the captain of his brigade was transferred, and the position had remained vacant, making Chang Wu the de facto captain.

Fortunately, Wuzhu did not believe it. It was only after hearing Zhang Qiyuan's plea that he handed the accuser over to him to deal with; there might have been some ulterior calculation in that, too.