Chapter Forty-Eight: Sleeping Beauty 5

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Chapter 48
And his movement speed was extremely fast.
He must have copied two skills related to "Thermal Weapons" and "Movement Speed" from someone else.
Zhao Jinchu stared at Long Aotian, sizing him up intently, while constantly calculating in her mind what her probability of winning would be if she fought him.
Beside her, Qi Yan reached out, turned Zhao Jinchu's head, and made her look at him.
Qi Yan suddenly blurted out, "I know where the Witch's Prophecy Book is."
Inside that mobile device, Nero found a room with no one else around and opened what Emiya Shirou had just handed her.
That night, the troops camped at Linxikou. They listened for the better part of the night to human wails that sounded like weeping and laughing, shaking the heavens and earth and startling ghosts and gods alike, making it impossible for anyone to sleep until the sounds gradually faded away at dawn. Ever since then, adults gained one more very effective way to scare disobedient children.
Only Xiao Xun'er looked at him with an increasingly solemn gaze, as if trying to see right through him. No matter how casually he tried to act, he could not escape her piercing eyes.
During the few minutes of conversing with the system, Yang Li's meal had already been served. Seeing the dishes before him, Nero nodded in satisfaction.
Fortunately, after a period of treatment, coupled with taking a few healing pills given by Chen Zhongyuan, his chin had recovered, and he no longer sounded so terrifying when he spoke.
Having suffered this heavy blow, the mountain's body seemed to be pulled out somewhat, and the giant serpent's expression also showed a slightly relieved look.
First of all, among the dozen or so opponents, only Kong Chenghong was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, while all the others were at the Qi Perfection stage. Unless the others, like Mao Rui, had dropped in cultivation from the Foundation Establishment stage, it was impossible for them to possess divine sense.
From another perspective around the Earth, most of the floating spaces belonging to dimensions outside this one began to gradually collapse.
Tan Wei put away her short bow and rolled forward, executing a whirlwind kick! Resembling Chun-Li's move from Street Fighter, Tan Wei flipped her body upside down, her legs spinning like a fan. Instantly, the remaining monsters retreated repeatedly under the flying kicks and dissipated into the air.
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And this round of outbursts finally took down one Minotaur, with the other one almost finished too. After kiting them a few more times, it was successfully taken down as well.
The nebula in that void was malevolent Qi; depending on the direction, the effects of the malevolent Qi varied. Concentrating his mind and calming his spirit, Lu Xuan visualized himself being in that void, reached out toward a certain nebula, and immediately a wisp of malevolent Qi gathered in his palm.
Watching the monkey leave, the black dragon in the air finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her expression was solemn; the previous joy she showed was just an act. Although this aura was holy and similar to that of a sage, she knew that this mysterious space was not a sign of a sage's descent, but rather seemed like a tunnel opening to some space.
Several young instructors at his table were whispering to each other, their expressions showing dissatisfaction.
"Sect Master, please never mention this matter again. You are the Sect Master, and I will follow your lead. Besides, given my current state, it's already fortunate that I don't drag the sect down," Wu Xiangchen said bitterly.
"Sect Master Pang, I am willing to join the Astral Guidance God Sect!" A perceptive disciple, knowing that the training resources distributed regularly by the Astral Guidance God Sect must be quite substantial, immediately requested.
"Chairman, Professor Ai Guoliang from the 'Yan Team' has sent the latest emergency message!" Han Zheng first came into the conference room to deliver this news to the people holding a meeting inside.
Refining spirit crystals in this way meant driving spiritual Qi into Yuan Lang's body, allowing Yuan Lang to refine it into elixir Qi first, after which Palace Master Shui would absorb it into her own body, refine it slightly, and guide it into her own elixir field and Qi ocean.
These people were all tempered through trials in the Myriad Demon Valley, and almost every one of them had experienced life-and-death combat, far surpassing those comfortable and leisurely cultivators.
"You guys go all out, I'm going to sleep!" As Harry possessed only muscles and no brain, asking him to help devise a strategy was both impossible and completely useless.
Among the many bad news, the new king of Weston brought Gray some good news regarding the proposal to deepen bilateral cooperation and guard against the Vals Empire. After hammering out the details overnight, Gray finally gained some free time.
Although Pei Chuxia was also a veteran in romantic relationships, compared to Lou Ming's practiced and smooth flirting skills, Pei Chuxia's level was clearly not high enough.
Yudie was also being held at gunpoint, but she showed no expression of fear; instead, she appeared somewhat excited.
The soldiers fought while retreating, leaving countless zombie corpses along the way. Everything seemed orderly and seemingly under control, but He Liesheng's mood was far from relaxed.
Virtually everyone's mental fluctuations here were intense and excited, and similar fluctuations colliding with one another triggered even more intense resonance.
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Qin Shaoming's mind was racing with countless thoughts. Before he could sort them out, he heard the sound of the door being pushed open. Turning his head, he saw a person he had never expected would appear here.
Fortunately, the mine clerk had accepted Wang Yang's gifts, so from time to time, he could receive a letter from over there.
Bai Fanglan was placed under tight surveillance by the police. Who knew whether her amnesia was real or fake? After her injuries healed, she would only have two paths ahead of her: entering prison or entering a psychiatric hospital. In any case, she would never have freedom for the rest of her life.
Long Xucheng's mood naturally could not be good. In just a single day, he had experienced the feeling of falling from heaven to hell. The people who used to suck up to him were now all terrified of being implicated and stayed far away, as if their Long family were a plague.
The old man in the sedan chair closed his eyes to rest, his brow furrowed tightly as if disturbed by some old memories from the past.
That spacetime guardian of the Nine Hells was very powerful, and the reputation of the 'Ten Rings' had spread from the mouths of the fiend lords. She was curious if the one before her was equally formidable.
After taking this call, Su Han finally made up her mind. Hesitating no longer, she picked up her phone and dialed He Fei's number. As soon as the call went through, she immediately heard He Fei's muffled and slightly surprised voice saying, "Hello, is this Su Han?"
As Jiang Han was pondering, he suddenly felt a vibration. Looking down, he discovered that a petal had fallen off the Light and Shadow Lotus Platform, and not long after, another petal fell off.
Because the plan was already underway, the items they wanted Jiang Han to retrieve actually already existed. When he accompanied Jiang Han out, the Mountains and Seas Panorama had already prepared the final resort.
Dragging on until past eleven o'clock at night, the old man was finally wheeled out of the emergency room. After being sent to the hospital ward, the old woman, worrying about Qiao Qiao, decided to take a taxi home. Passing by the entrance of the building, Gao Ming stepped forward wanting to speak to her, but the old woman completely ignored him, turning a blind eye to his existence.
The factory director wore a mournful face and opened his hands. Lying in his palm was a piece of pitch-black charred carbon, faintly emitting a dim radiance.
The gazes of everyone around converged on me, as if pressing me to answer whether the promise I made that day still held true. Yet now, I had no idea what that promise even was; how could I possibly agree?
As a spiritual art development master, reaching this point truly relied on everyone's freshness, anticipation, and a certain kind of hope, and of course, the final wave of verbal abuse.
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