Volume 1, Chapter 32: Why Did WeChat Suddenly Disappear?

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After being splashed awake, the pain radiating from his hands confirmed that everything that had happened before was no dream.
Zhang Mu curled his lip, and just as he was about to leave, a thunderous roar erupted in his ears. A bolt of crimson lightning streaked toward him, revealing the figure of Crimson Thunder.
In the past, whenever Luo Ze activated his ultimate technique, he could only rely on the instincts triggered by unlocking his genetic lock to attack his target.
With eyes wide open and unable to believe what he was seeing, Luo Che spoke, his voice trembling.
It had taken everyone a full seven days to climb up to the ice peak, yet the descent took a mere four hours, leaving them all in a state of disbelief.
"Yes, yes, it must be important!" Tian Mo bounced around, unable to reach Xun'er, so he gave up on catching her and asked with concern instead.
Zhang Mu looked at the opponent's blade with wariness; it contained a power far more terrifying than before. The old man was unleashing his full strength, and if he couldn't block it, he would be in danger.
As for Daoist Tianjing, after delivering Elder Ren back to the Tianshan Medicine Hall, he left him behind and hurried off to request an audience with the sect leader.
"Eh, what is this!" Mu was browsing through the special category when he discovered a round, purple crystal. The name was noted beside it: Five-Elements Corrosive Water Scale Crystal Nest.
"Doesn't the Empress Dowager always dote on her? We are all working toward the same goal; there is nothing here that needs explaining, is there?" Shangguan Honglie said with a cryptic smile.
In the parlor, Lin Mushen and Lin Mujun were watching television; seeing Lin Cha enter, they greeted her with smiles.
That statement was entirely accurate. As for the fact that he had driven straight to the hot spring villa, if he told anyone, they would just think he was bragging.
That night, Xize drove his car directly onto the ferry returning to Oakland. The spring night in San Francisco was cooler than a November noon in Berlin, and he slowly rolled up the car windows. The outskirts of Oakland were pitch black; nothing could be seen within the enclosed car except for the lingering scent of bacon and exotic oriental spices.

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These were turbulent times, and she didn't plan to sleep for long before nightfall, but she was so exhausted that she decided to rest for a while on the couch.
"Are you okay? Did your subconscious integrate?" Wu Jin asked, panting, the sweet scent of gummy candy lingering on his lips.
Xie Fei finally understood why the famous directors in the film industry held Wei Xiao in such high regard. This newcomer was not only a skilled actor capable of performing action sequences, but he was also willing to work hard and endure hardship. His future was truly limitless.
Across the length of the rectangular table, the person sitting on the other side could not possibly be just some ordinary boy from school or a club showing interest in her.
After all, Han Yu had witnessed the scene at the restaurant with his own eyes. Looking back, he realized he had never given her the beautiful, romantic pursuit she deserved.
"Then I'll go to sleep first." She lowered her gaze, dropping her previous eager and bright demeanor, and dutifully returned his phone to him.
Ye Xun could not understand it; his plan should have been flawless. Once Mu Lingtian entered the Hidden Sword Villa, as long as he used Luoxue as a hostage, Mu Lingtian would certainly die. Yet everything was far too quiet. Was Ye Xun worried he had overlooked something?
Wait, everything he knew! Does that mean there might, possibly, probably be other passages he didn't know about? This thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
When the military camp gates opened and the troops marched out in a grand procession, it immediately drew wave after wave of cheers.
As the sky grew dark and more people poured into the silkworm room, Du Youjia let out a sigh of relief. As long as he could fool Kim Taeyeon into leaving, everything would be fine. Staying here to finish watching would be enough to satisfy her.
It was not worth getting angry over a few low-class rogue cultivators. If a dispute arose and the matter escalated, it might very well alert the enemy.
While Ye Feng pondered these matters, the golden heart within his dantian became increasingly solid. With every heartbeat, the amount of true energy it could channel grew greater.
The two rows of sculpted soldiers in gold armor guarding the high platform suddenly came to life. With a clanging sound, they raised their weapons and marched toward the platform.

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"Very well, if one does not enter the tiger's den, one cannot capture the tiger's cub. Shall we have Commander Ying take command?" Zhong Wuyan clapped her hands and laughed, the sight of her surging spirit stirring the hearts of all who watched.
All resources in the Southeastern Region were under the control of the Sky Eagle Valley; the Blue Hero Ranking was essentially a division of these very resources.
Even after hunting zombies all the way from Silver Dollar City, they hadn't obtained that many pieces of mutant meat.
So, this auction actually featured three seniors at the Gold Core stage. The venue erupted in commotion. Usually, there was only one Gold Core cultivator presiding; no one expected there to be three. People whispered among themselves, wondering if they were eyeing some particular item.
Whether it was the bald man who appeared in the room earlier, or Lin Qingya and her parents, they were all illusions created by the formation, using his deepest fears to tempt him into the room. If he had truly entered, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
As this thought suddenly surged in his heart, Ouyang Yunyi was shocked beyond measure. Suppressing his tumultuous emotions, he slowly walked into the barbershop.
"The only reason I harmed anyone was in self-defense; otherwise, we would be the ones dead. Senior, we truly stumbled in by mistake. I hope you can forgive us!" Qin Hai said in a deep voice.
"Neither one is suitable to test," he thought, as if trying to console himself for why he hadn't made a choice. Qing felt conflicted, staring intently at the river at the self-indulgent Black Caster.
Just like before, Qing had never deliberately sought strength, yet his power continued to grow day by day. Perhaps the version of him reborn after death still retained this ability as an innate skill. It was both a blessing and a curse; compared to external pressure, the pressure from within was what truly made one feel helpless.