Damian Has a Cheat

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Ring, ring, ring—the school bell rang once again, though this time it was not for class, but merely the start of the exams.

This was no General Yan; just what kind of person was Uncle Yan Hai? Sometimes he truly drove people to distraction.

Zhang Yingxia shook his head helplessly. Unable to think of any good candidates for the moment, he could only pick up the report Yang Xuan had just handed over and continue reading.

"A mere tattered formation! How could it possibly trap this immortal?" The yellow weasel laughed triumphantly, exerting strength in his arms as he swung the magic rope outward. The bodyguard whose neck was entangled let out a muffled groan, his towering frame of over one hundred and eighty centimeters lifting off the ground to crash directly into the bodyguard on the adjacent side.

"He is my bodyguard, can't he come in?" Li Guodong, unable to find an excuse, blurted out a fabricated reason.

Suddenly blinded by the glare, I felt a stinging pain in my eyes and couldn't open them at all.

"Agni, please take a seat in the back row for now. We'll rearrange the seating after the final exams," Wang Ling said, pointing to two empty spots in the very last row which had been left vacant after Yan Su and Xiao Yao departed.

"Hmph." Io sidestepped to evade the most threatening electromagnetic shell, crashing with a deafening roar into a helicopter and splitting the Black Hawk cleanly in two.

"Whoa!" The archaeological experts let out a chorus of gasps. In all their years of fieldwork, they had never laid eyes on such a colossal bronze coffin—it was nearly four or five times the size of a standard one.

The official forces of Ankang City had already been settled; now, the only remaining elements were the players and the martial artists of the pugilist world. The martial artists were relatively easy to deal with, but the players proved far more troublesome.

Once everything was sorted out and clarified, he headed to the back courtyard to take a look, where the kitchen maid was shucking river mussels to harvest pearls.

The servants of the Prime Minister's Estate invariably addressed Young Master Xuan simply as "Young Master," and occasionally as "My Lord." The retainers and guests, however, always addressed him with utmost respect and formality as "Lord Prime Minister" or "Young Master Huan."

This was the very first thought that crossed his mind. A shiver of chill ran through his heart; he had indeed considered that the enemy might be using a tactic to lure the tiger away from the mountain, but out of sheer confidence in his own martial arts, he hadn't taken it seriously. Only now did he understand the enemy's stratagem—they had intended to trap him in the marshland.

Although it was just a brief sentence, Lou Mian and the others could easily envision the scene in their minds.

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Li Qingyao wanted to say a few more words, but the Emperor wore a stern expression and waved his hand dismissively, putting on an air of utter unwillingness to listen to her any further.

"What use is talking about this now? We are not monarchs, so where would we get any regal aura?" Liu Wufeng said.

Another mouthful of fresh blood spewed forth, staining the clothes across his chest before trickling down his lapels drop by drop.

Amidst a flurry of voices, a bewildered Lou Mian was escorted to Lu Shaochen's usual resting quarters.

The next instant, the energy within Cheng Feng's body surged frantically outward, his physique seemingly expanding by a full circle in a fraction of a second.

Following that, it beat its chest with both fists, roared a few times, and suddenly whirled around, its blood-red eyes fixing on the direction where Gu Qianfeng and the others had vanished.

She had already held Zhao Junyu in contempt, and seeing that someone with the lowest cultivation realm dared to put on airs before them only deepened her dissatisfaction.

At that moment, thousands of members of the Sky Alliance, carrying data, items, and experimental equipment, fled frantically in all directions, desperate to escape the zone where Li Yang was located.

Just as the bed board was about to be smashed to pieces, Ma Ta Feiyan suddenly saw the bed board flying straight toward her, accompanied by three willow-leaf throwing knives concealed directly behind it.

Once both sides reached an agreement, Qin Chuan specifically inquired whether there were any other rare heavenly treasures in this layer of space. After squeezing out every last drop of potential value, he finally drove the Dark Night Water Qilin away.

After all, Man Taida had been a true god in his lifetime, even though he was slain shortly after breaking through to the divine throne.

Tiandou would return on the evening of May 1st, so updates would resume no later than May 2nd, though May 1st was also a strong possibility, though Tiandou couldn't say for certain.

Duan Wuhai and Chu Yang frowned slightly, but offered no objection. With their fingers resting on the triggers, they advanced in short, cautious steps. Although they found Xiang You's order somewhat abrupt, they carried it out nonetheless—such was the discipline of soldiers.

Hearing Yin Liting's reply, Abbots Miejue's resolve only deepened. Ignoring the others, she fixed her gaze squarely on Mu Qingxiao in the center of the battlefield without even blinking.

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Disregarding everyone else, he leaned close to her ear and murmured those gentle words before pressing his warm, thin lips against her brow.

From then on, whether it was establishing the Dao foundation, surviving tribulations, or nourishing the spirit, it would no longer add to the physical lifespan until one forged the Primordial Spirit. Only then would life continue in another form, free from the worries of mortal lifespan and troubled only by tribulations.

The Azure Dragon and White Tiger had departed, yet Jun Beiyu remained quietly seated in his chair, motionless like a statue, his expression contorted in pain.

"I'm so sorry, everyone! My cat startled you all," Kong Xiaoxiao said with an embarrassed expression as she picked up and carried away the tabby cat.

A wave of warmth blocked Diaochan's red lips, cutting off the remainder of her words entirely.

However, back then, Rong Haozhou had not been sure whether Qin Zizhao would actually make use of this rehabilitation room.

Yet a flicker of suspicion crossed Qin Heng's mind; a man like Ma Ji shouldn't be this foolish.

Even Ye Han's gaze was peerless and haughty; as his eyes opened and closed, they radiated boundless fluctuations, seemingly directly suppressing the Chaos Divine Thunder Mountain below.

Qin Zizhao picked up a piece of fish that Rong Beibei had handed over and was just about to bring it to her mouth when Rong Haozhou spoke up to stop her.

In a short while, he had finished sketching her, even drawing her in a white dress, capturing those clear, pure eyes with his unerring photographic memory.

After massaging the area for a while, the swelling on her face subsided significantly. Ouyuan Lan put down the egg and wiped his hands with a tissue. "Su Cheng called me to ask if you were at my company, so I called your aunt," he explained concisely.

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