37. Becoming the Demolition Office

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Five stars, a super fun game. The playability is extremely high; among the plot, graphics, sound effects, and controls, at least two are at a top-tier level.

"Look, it's just this. It doesn't seem that special; I thought it would be something amazing," the pockmarked boy said, snatching the magazine back before Bai Yang could even finish reading it.

"Eke?" The voice from the sky made everyone look up instinctively. They saw a bald man in black robes with a thick, bushy beard flying in from the distance.

Ancestor Bai not only announced his arrival but also showcased his true power, a sun rising from behind his head.

"That makes sense," Sophia nodded, then pushed the Silver Demon Leopard into the radiology room to observe its physical structure.

If Deacon Liu hadn't warned her, Li Bingqing would never have imagined that the ruthless bandit was no ordinary person, but a cold-blooded demon. If Ling Hao truly couldn't defeat his opponent, he might very well die.

They searched twice, yet found no trace of the Pure Immortal Envoy, nor even a single suspicious clue.

Two years had passed; with his dark robes, eyebrows like ink-streaked temples, and crimson eyes, he had grown into a spirited and heroic youth.

Ye Zhong set aside the documents in his hand, relaxed his body, rested his head on Qiu'er's fragrant shoulder, and closed his eyes, inhaling the delicate scent from the nape of her neck.

He Yi’s defenses were difficult to breach, and being his companion was nerve-wracking, but at least there was a goal in sight. Once breached, his volatile temper and murderous whims would no longer be directed at you.

More and more people arrived through the teleportation array, including the brothers from the Relying Mountain Sect and the Overlord Ba from the Northwest War King Peak.

Hearing this, Ning Wan finally smiled, nodded to Luo Bing, and walked away directly.

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"Director, what should we do? Do we really need to call the boss now?" They had the boss's private number, but it belonged to Aunt Zhu—or more accurately, Factory Director Zhu.

The Nine Swords of Dugu consists of nine sword techniques: the General Formula, Sword-Breaking, Saber-Breaking, Spear-Breaking, Whip-Breaking, Rope-Breaking, Palm-Breaking, Arrow-Breaking, and Qi-Breaking formulas.

Shi Feng, his entire body turned to bronze, was like a kite with a broken string, coughing up blood as he was sent flying backward.

Wang Yuancheng hesitated. While this did no harm to the Fire Parasol Tree—and might even be beneficial—if this precedent were set and everyone buried their dead beneath it, wouldn't the area become a graveyard? Should they just turn the Netherworld Heaven into a cemetery too? This was truly inappropriate.

"Forget it, I'll just slap him to death and save the trouble," Chen Qingdi’s gaze darkened, and he struck out with his five fingers through the air.

This strike drew upon the power of heaven and earth, borrowing the strength of the stars to slay the enemy; such sword intent grasped the supreme mysteries of the universe.

The Dragon Blood Emperor noticed the confusion in Soro's eyes and realized that Soro was not aware of the existence of the Supreme Gods. Considering Soro's age, the Dragon Blood Emperor understood instantly.

But ever since Tang Rao took her for a flight in the sky, Yun Xi had no reason to doubt him.

After listening to Su Jingyao mimic the two, An Lingxi curled her lip in annoyance. "Got it, don't worry, I won't do that." I breathed a sigh of relief; if An Lingxi really acted like that...

Hearing the discussion, the brothers felt the thrill of being trendsetters who commanded attention, and they couldn't help but puff out their chests.

Xiao Yue was forced to circulate those three wisps of Primordial Immortal Qi, blending them with his own internal energy to resist and digest the medicinal properties of the twenty spiritual herbs.

Chu Feng had died so many times that he no longer cared, but he knew that firing a gun here required an explanation. They were only trying to scare people, after all. The police didn't know what to say, but they couldn't just let the situation end like this.

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"Tsk, what’s so great about them? They're just inner-sect disciples, why be so arrogant?" Xiao Pang said indignantly.

Lin Qiuya was momentarily speechless. She suddenly recalled the agony Ye Dongcheng felt during his transformation—a pain she had never seen him suffer before. Seeing him in such torment now, it was clear the process was unimaginably painful.

"That's more like it. You're the first sensible person I've met." As he spoke, Xie Muyun deliberately drew out the word "sensible," though it was unclear if he was being sarcastic or had some other meaning.

When everyone heard Gao Chong say this, some were happy, others worried. But one thing was certain: no one held high hopes for Gao Chong anymore.

This avatar possessed one-tenth of the original body's Qi power. Even more terrifying was that it could continuously draw upon the deep intent of the original body to fuel its own Qi, making it virtually immortal.

The shattered jade arm held a tragic beauty, carrying the last of Zhuge Muyun's attachment to the mortal world before it vanished from existence.

At this moment, he was at a loss. Once his Buddhist energy reached the twelfth cycle, he had to stop cultivating. It was the only way to survive the crisis, but it couldn't last. He couldn't just cultivate for a while and then stop. He knew he had to solve the problem at its root.

The speeches began. As for the content, he first praised the development of Yaba. He didn't seem in the mood to go on, so he moved the topic to the Rosia family and their shops, then gave a very generous, high-profile compliment to Morin, leaving a certain thick-skinned fellow feeling his face heat up.