Chapter 37

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The guitar melody in the prelude flows seamlessly, accompanied by rich piano harmonies that carry a faint sense of sorrow mixed with heroic grandeur.

"Zhao Ming, have you spoken with Head Steward Liu yet?" When Zhao Lü arrived, he saw A-Jiu clutching Qi Yao’s sash. The posture and the expression on his face were certainly not those of a man. Recalling the face that was nearly identical to A-Jiu’s, he felt an indescribable complexity in his heart.

Diablo, looking toward Xia Chuan, noticed this ordinary human for the first time.

Just as everyone was beginning to feel despair, Mizuno, who was in charge of operating the machine, suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

Waking up in the middle of the day, and realizing that things had finally calmed down, I decided to ask Huang Shuyu out for a meal.

She suddenly felt the president’s gaze grow sharp, as if it could peer directly into her soul, and she couldn't help but avert her eyes.

I knew Yuan Gugu often spoke without thinking, but I never expected her to be so disgusting as to say such things in front of her parents.

Those long legs were truly exaggerated; they seemed endless. Even after zipping for a long time, she still couldn't reveal their full extent.

Mother Luo finally released her hand, and upon seeing it was Su Run, her eyes crinkled with a smile. "Young Master Su has come as well! Good! Good! Good!" As she spoke, she took A-Jiu’s hand and led Su Run into the main hall.

Moreover, as Lin Tianyao improves his "Show Gate," the power of the seals will grow stronger, potentially becoming a lethal trump card for him. In particular, Lu Ming had only just begun cultivating and could only plant one seal gate. A ten-fold Divine Gate, if cultivated to the highest level, could produce nine sealed gates—that would be truly terrifying.

Meanwhile, the talisman sealing consciousness, which had always been low-key and obscure, managed to persist until now.

None of the Real Madrid players were guarding Neuer, so they could only watch helplessly as Stephan Lichtsteiner delivered the pass, unable to intercept it.

"I see." Chi Feng was stunned. The words of the Master of the Hall of Lost Gods were a massive shock. To raise experts specifically to harvest their hearts—what kind of immense power would it take to dare such a thing?

After hearing the man’s report, Zhu Zhan’s face first lit up with joy, then turned toward Tang Ye with an apologetic look.

Yan Xiaoxiao was having a wonderful time, but when her fingertips traced his thin lips, he suddenly caught her index finger firmly in his mouth.

Yet, being able to truly face these matters, and understanding how they are completed at this very moment, also means that while facing them, more possibilities may arise.

Li Wei naturally fielded a full substitute squad for this match. Perhaps the players were too arrogant, believing that even as substitutes, they could easily defeat Mansfield Town. The result was that Liverpool was almost toppled by this lower-league team on their home turf.

"Young Master, I have prepared two days' worth of dry rations in the bag, and the flask contains the local specialty, Pear Blossom Brew." Jin Niang finished her instructions, though as she said "Pear Blossom Brew," she inexplicably felt an unusual atmosphere in the air. She had only swapped it at the last minute because she thought wine was more refreshing than water.

Faced with so many rumors in the manor, some naturally reached Fang Yueling’s ears, but she remained completely indifferent. She had no intention of offering any explanation, and the less she spoke, the more outrageous the servants' speculations became.

However, two of the items inside had fused with the Yata no Kagami that Chu Jiangqiu had collected from the tribute of the King of Fusang during the late Ming dynasty.

The path ahead suddenly opened up into a vast plain. The jungle archers did not pursue them down the mountain but instead turned and fled toward other peaks.

Even when facing primeval wild beasts, how could the Divine Dragon feel fear? Facing the ferocious charge, Zhao Yun unleashed "Dragon Soars Across the Nine Provinces," one of the techniques from his self-created Seven-Thrust Coiling Dragon Spear style.

He heard Taishi Ci shout again, "Loose!" Five thousand feathered arrows formed a rain that pelted the city walls once more.

Organized "scout" armies were different from those scattered everywhere; they usually relied on cities to sweep through a radius of dozens of miles, constantly confusing and suppressing the Tatars.

However, he pretended not to know him, hoping to leave a good impression in front of Ruo Feng and curry favor.

"Hmph, this guy dares to question my Master? He has the guts of a lion!" said a disciple of the Pill King Valley, whose sleeve cuffs bore three faint silver crescent moon insignias.

Lin Xi knew nothing of the World of Gods, only that any random member of any organization there could crush the entire membership of the God-Slayers. Crossing over like that, wasn't he afraid of getting his whole party wiped out?

This sudden burst of power naturally belonged to Mu Yi. Since the other party wanted to slap his face, they had better be prepared to be struck back.

I don't know if these two girls had planned it, but they were wearing identical outfits—midriff-baring T-shirts and denim shorts. Their long, fair, beautiful legs were enough to make anyone lose control. Yi Le figured that if he hadn't followed them, some pervert might have taken advantage of them.

To him, this cooking attempt was a complete disaster; he had already tasted how bad it was, yet he didn't expect Ying Yuluo to want a taste as well.

Most importantly, if the other party demonstrated the Lewis-Schubert technique this time, the publicity would be massive. Many people had already begun to change their impressions of this attack technique.

In the center of the concentric green rings was a massive, eye-like vertical mark, amber in color, mottled with chaos, and spinning constantly like a roulette wheel in a casino.

"According to the rules, Li Yuyun committed a foul and should be disqualified," Ouyang Zhe continued.

However, Wuenqi realized that he had become a toad because he had offended the Mother of Demons. The Mother of Demons was the Holy Spirit, and the Holy Spirit was the heaven of the original Demon Realm. To offend heaven leaves no room for prayer; Wuenqi was never destined for a good end.

The previous emperor had been far too conservative, but fortunately, the empire of Li Shaofeng and his companions had a new ruler who was eager to develop the empire vigorously.

Otherwise, so many people wouldn't have crowded in within such a short time. They had reached their limit and were helpless; even if others complained, they could not change the situation.

Liya turned her head and said nothing. Her bloodline had not yet awakened, so she naturally could not shapeshift. As for Wuenqi, he was not a demon and had no way to shapeshift at all.

The Kunpeng True Saint is considered the person most likely to have attained the Dao and become an immortal since the birth of this realm. Li Cun did not know if the Kunpeng True Saint had succeeded, but he knew that Kunpeng had returned here in his later years and left behind a legacy.