The hood is broken again.

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Ever since he returned from Paris, he had witnessed his wife in all her moods: overbearing, willful, and mischievous.

Fourth Master merely glared at him fiercely and patted a ledger related to the Ministry of Revenue. After pondering for a few days, Ninth Brother finally realized this meant the Ministry of Revenue was short on funds. He could neither laugh nor cry, thinking Fourth Brother was far too cautious.

Tenth Brother shrugged and, wearing an expression that seemed to say, "See, I knew it would be like this," joined in for a drink. Eldest Prince and Eighth Brother also drank a cup with a helpless air, while Eighth Brother could not comprehend how such a blockhead managed to run a business so successfully.

"It seems, just as he said, if we leave it to grow unchecked, I'm afraid it will eventually become terrifyingly powerful," Ye Xiangchen thought to himself, and cast the Soul-Control Secret Technique toward the strange cat.

Su Jinghui responded with a sweet smile, yet continued to do whatever she pleased at a leisurely pace, even keeping Cuizhu and Youmei behind to "help."

The stream of traffic moved forward. In a fleeting instant, their lines of sight crossed and drifted apart, the figures in the scene growing more and more distant. Before she could shout out to stop the carriage, they had already missed each other.

To leave aside the distant matters for now and focus on the present, Princess Changfu had only stayed in the palace for a total of thirteen years. Yet this Mammy Zuo claimed to have served Princess Changfu for over ten years—wouldn't that make her a veteran by the princess's side?

It was deep into the night. A cold wind howled through the graveyard, and the sparse leaves on both sides of the path swayed noisily. The two walked side by side along the edge of the cemetery, not uttering a word.

These were clearly two questions, and Qiao Huanhuan could accurately answer neither of them.

The faces of the two secondary consorts turned pale with fright. They were merely the Crown Prince's concubines; even if they had given birth to children, they were still nothing more than servants in front of these people. Especially since the Crown Prince had just been reinstated and had constantly preached about keeping a low profile and avoiding trouble. If the Crown Prince were to find out—given his temperament, he would crush them to death without a second thought. Seeing this scene, they were naturally terrified.

Although Daoist priest Huang was a renowned expert in Beizhou City, he actually had quite a few enemies, some of whom were figures powerful in both the underworld and legitimate circles.

For some time previously, Ye Tianchen had been in seclusion practicing cultivation, and in recent days he had been tutoring Ye Chuxin, paying no attention to news from the Academy; thus, he did not know when the events in Wuya City would begin.

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The gap in strength between the main sect and its branches was immense. The most powerful branch master was only at the Great Sage Great Completion level, merely approaching the threshold of a Half-Emperor.

The four of them wanted to know what kind of flame possessed such terrifying temperature, and they also wanted to see who the seated figure was.

Hearing Lin Fan's muttering, a giant drop of cold sweat rolled down everyone's forehead. Big brother, you tore the guy's arms off, and in return, the guy blocked more than a dozen bullets for you!

A single drop of the Sun God Bird's primordial bloodline essence not only advanced his bloodline, but also made his power far more violent.

Tian Ermiao put away the Soul-Exterminating Banner. The banner had not devoured much, which showed how powerful the seal below was, but it was still enough for him to resurrect Dahua and the others.

The Pig Clan tribe was separated from the Willow Clan tribe by another tribe. With Liu Yifeng's current cultivation level, it would take him two hours to reach the Pig Clan tribe.

At this moment, Lin Fan grew stronger the longer he fought. His fists glowed, unleashing immense power as he channeled divine force into them, beating the two monarchs until they coughed up large mouthfuls of blood.

Although this was only his second interaction with Liu Qiutong, Tian Ermiao understood her to a certain extent.

As for Guan Zhicheng... he was even more unfathomable. This unfathomable nature was mixed with a chilling coldness, yet it was so well concealed that it showed not at all on the surface, making him appear utterly calm and increasingly inscrutable.

"Do not think of my abilities as too powerful; in fact, there are numerous restrictions. If not for these restrictions, would the likes of you be able to snatch people from me? Would I not simply tamper with the past and make time truly belong to me?" San Shi cast a sidelong glance at all living beings and said.

Hearing this, Pei Feng stopped himself from speaking further, and silently followed behind Qin Ruichen without a word.

Along the way, they encountered quite a few carriages heading toward Tianma Temple just like them. Upon seeing the carriage of the Protector Duke's Manor, some hastily pulled over to the side to let them pass first.

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The difference between divine skills and martial skills is that the former are driven by primordial energy, while the latter are unleashed using the power and energy of profound laws. The former is of a higher tier than the latter, directly employing the power of laws for execution.

Because of this reason, and the plans he had already laid out, Luo Mo now had a new film project in mind. However, this new project was not an original work, but rather plagiarized from the future.

"Old Geng, you need to explain this clearly to me. This is an ancient tomb nearly a thousand meters underground; how could there possibly be living things? Could they be some sort of unclean spirits?" I said to Old Geng.

"Him? He's nothing more than a stray dog! Some grand genius, my foot!" another youth chimed in, though Luo Chen found the voice somewhat familiar.

"A Main God!" Everyone wore looks of astonishment. To them, the existence of a Main God was far too distant—something utterly beyond imagination.

Upon hearing this, Chen Tian engraved the words in his heart, and without further hesitation, he stepped forward into the space without looking back.

Originally, the reason he and Daoist Priest Yunxiu had brought Qian Rusong and the other three along was to give them some practical combat experience and hone their skills against peers of equal caliber, seeing as Qian Rusong and his companions currently had few opportunities to engage in duels with high-level peers.

Lu Shaoxi had initially not cared much about this ancient ruin, assuming that with the various supernatural abilities of his system and his knowledge as a fifth-rank formation master, he could easily enter it. Only now did he realize how naive he had been.

"Hehehe... You are mine... Mine..." Feng Bing laughed triumphantly, then fiercely pressed down on Feng Li's legs, ripping the side slit of Feng Li's short skirt open with a loud tear.

As soon as the words fell, the five masked figures suddenly vanished into thin air, as if they had instantly turned to dust and scattered with the wind.

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