Chapter 61 Where Did My Memory Go? 10

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Chapter 61
As soon as he spoke, Zhao Jinchuchu realized where the problem lay. Sonya’s mind seemed to have regressed into childhood; she kept crying, and instead of calling out for Zheng Tian, she muttered things like, "I got first place, why didn't you give me the chicken leg to eat?"
As Sonya continued to cry out, all the blood-vines seemed to evolve. Their whimpering cries turned into sharp, chattering voices.
Hundreds of mouths spoke simultaneously, and what they said was completely—
Before Tanjiro could say anything, he sensed that Roch's state before him was somewhat abnormal. His eyes were blood-red, and his entire aura exuded a look of extreme madness.
"By the way, may I ask where the highest concentration of the Navy is in the West District?" Roch chatted casually with the old man while eating a hot dog.
"Don't go anywhere these next two days, just stay right here. Once my injuries heal, I will personally escort you out of the city!" Wan Ziming said.
Sensing danger, the mercenary group leader rolled directly on the spot, dodging Han Hao's fatal punch. Before the others could react, Su Yumeng, Shentu Ran, and the others rushed into the arena to protect Leng Rou.
Shen Shuangyue had always been pampered, and her days at Dong University were not going very well lately. Rather than facing public scorn, she preferred to hide back home—at least there she wouldn't have to hear those gossip and rumors.
Asking in such a manner clearly showed a lack of regard for Horn, and Horn was very displeased upon hearing it.
Fang Yi offered a word of guidance, and then, with a single point of his finger, the Thunder Ridge Immortal Flame surged like a long river, flying out from his fingertips.
"Chaotic Stars!" Han Hao split half of his primordial spirit power to control the dual-colored fire dragon, while his hand struck out with another sword technique of his own creation.
Coupled with the terrifying close-range single-target burst of his sixth soul skill, the Scorching Blood True Dragon Strike, the wrathful power of the true dragon could easily shatter the ice dragon's protective defense. The combination of the two left the Ice Dragon King with no way to dodge, forcing it to release its own soul skill to brace for the impact.
At this borderland between the Sun Sky and the Firmament, a secret meeting altered the future pattern of the Eastern Continent. Ao Chengtian devised a solution in a short amount of time, arranging everything flawlessly without missing a single detail.
"Xu Xiangxiang, would you ever want to return to the national team?" Ye Qingcheng looked at her, asking with utmost seriousness and sincerity.
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"The first time I saw Sister Yi, I liked her immensely. There was a very affectionate feeling about her. At that time, I thought she was a man, and I admired her even more."
Several months ago, she had managed to claw her way back from the gates of hell. He was grateful to the heavens, cherishing every moment he spent with her now. Yet today, she had once again almost lost her life to the netherworld. Despite having practiced medicine for years and having grown indifferent to life and death, he still could not bear for such a situation to happen.
The kind of companionship through life and death that other men could not achieve, he achieved. The millennium-long vigil that other men could not manage, he also managed. A promise made a thousand years ago—though all that should be forgotten was forgotten, he remembered it clearly, fulfilling each and every part of it for her. The impossible things, he accomplished them all.
"Liu Xi, why aren't we heading straight to Yuzhao? Why come to this forest?" Looking at this forest reminded her of the time she had been scared unconscious by the charm-dragon.
Li Chen muttered to himself that, at worst, he could buy a car for transportation once he made some money in the future. Even if it was a bit far, he still trusted Chen Song's judgment quite a bit.
After a long while, his mood gradually calmed down. He sighed, turned around, and stepped through the palace doors as the gates slowly closed behind him, blotting out a sky full of starry fragments that resembled shattered silver.
Sheng Shi had been staying at the hospital keeping Gu Lanshan company. Gu Lanshan had not yet woken up since fainting yesterday, but Sun Qingyang assured him that nothing was wrong with her; she was simply too exhausted and would likely wake up around midnight.
Li Chen remembered that his demonic power had been completely depleted during the collision. What was inside his body now must have been replenished by Anlisia while he was unconscious.
The first five heavenly tribulations had been forcefully blocked, making the scene as grand and terrifying as an apocalyptic doomsday. However, this sixth tribulation was guided along its course—flowers bloomed and bore fruit. As peach blossoms drifted down in an ethereal beauty, dozens of peaches imbued with formidable tribulation lightning slowly formed on the peach tree.
Li Chencichen leaped into the air, his long sword sweeping out to scatter the medicinal powder. Yet as the powder touched the ground, it seeped right through. The ground suddenly convulsed as pairs of black hands burst forth, lunging to grab Li Chenchen.
Gai Tiancheng's hair was completely white. He was already in his forties, and his body was failing him more and more. Occasionally, when he overheard gossip within the palace, it was always about how he had no more than three years left to live.
Qiu Wanqian felt deeply humiliated, raising his sword to bellow angrily, "If you don't get lost right now, I'll make sure you die with lingering grievances!" Seeing how ferocious he looked, the crowd dared not linger a moment longer, cursing and swearing as they fled into the city.
Lü Xiangyue had exhausted herself with worry these past few days. Aside from pacifying employees, preparing for the resumption of work and production, and overseeing personnel recruitment, she also had to supervise the construction of the factory. It simply felt like the more she did, the more tasks piled up.
Exerting a burst of speed, the two returned to the previous battlefield shortly after and rushed toward the direction where Ji Ningshuang had been sent flying, searching for her.
Thinking it was just a joke, he didn't expect Xi'er to return to her room and come back tossing a withered, dried ginseng straight at Hu Yitian.
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As he lowered his head and leaned in, his dark hair cascaded down, sliding across her skin with a trace of coolness. Several strands were caught by the night breeze, brushing gently against her cheek, tickling slightly.
Thus it is said: The Tao produces One, One produces Two, Two produces Three, and Three produces all things. All things carry yin and embrace yang, and through the blending of these forces they achieve harmony.
When studying in the virtual space, unless one encounters a hazardous environment, the session does not end prematurely, so this really couldn't be blamed on him.
Li Chenchen let out a soft breath, his vision already growing slightly blurred. Seeing another giant beast rushing toward Xue Qingyun's side, he hurriedly leaped forward, speeding across the distance and striking out with a palm toward the beast.
At the same time, in order to firmly grasp military power, Zhu Yunwen stopped appointing new Commanders of the Five Chief Military Commissions. This turned the Five Chief Military Commissions into a vacant office, placing all garrisons across the realm under the direct command of the Ministry of War, with all military authority returning to the Ministry of War.
Lin Jianlan pondered for a moment and said, "Sister Man, he won't hurt me even if I go up. Besides, I'm not that easy to bully either. This matter must have a conclusion. Even if he wants both sides to suffer, I wouldn't bear to let you all give your lives away for him." With that, she smiled.
It really was strange. Why did that stone appear, yet Xieluo did not? Could he have died already? Did that stone control those mutated monkeys to bring it there?
Naturally, the one Yuehun referred to was Sun Zhan, Daoist Hongquan, and the others. But in the current situation, who could just leave whenever they pleased?
Zhan Lei’s hands trembled slightly as she slowly lowered them, finding it difficult to accept such a reality for a moment.
Wang Fuzhi squinted at Lin Feng, his actions appearing utterly powerless, frightening the guards and attendants beside him into a cold sweat. Lin Feng, however, showed no particular reaction; in fact, he had mentally prepared himself for this beforehand. After all, the person who had come this time was a native of Hunan.
Hearing Daoist Qingchun speak thus, Yuehun rolled his eyes, thinking to himself: You might not feel embarrassed, but I certainly do.
The guard captain and Langxue belonged to the same type. Despite their exceptional appearance, they were humorless and merely nodded in response to Gongsun Fan’s greeting.
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