Volume 1, Chapter 21: Er-ya, Targeted by Her Reborn Step-sister in a Vintage Story [Emoji]
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A dark shadow flashed past the window.
Pockmarked Fang, whose conscience was heavy with guilt, was startled.
Although he was a skilled hunter, this was, after all, the first time he had ever done something to harm others.
"Damn it! Could someone have heard everything from start to finish? My two little grandsons!"
"Hey, hey, hey! Stop howling! It's one of us!"
Wu Jiabao pushed the door open and strode right in.
Scratching his hair, he kicked the door shut behind him.
It wasn't until Dongfang Yu and Chen Jing vanished from my sight that I suddenly snapped out of it, gave myself a mental slap on the forehead, and hurried to follow them.
" Eldest Sister, hehe, I'm back." Ming Fan flashed a smile, while Ming Tai mentally observed a moment of silence for him lasting ten full minutes.
Granny Earth-Defect had escaped death by the skin of her teeth and simply couldn't believe such good fortune was real. She scrambled to her feet, stood in a daze for a long time, and finally shook her head as she walked away.
The two Huben warriors stripped off their Tiger Peace Palace guard uniforms—it turned out they had specifically chosen three short-statured guards and wore two identical sets of clothing, one inside the other.
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Coming to Su Jun's end, after leaving, she pressed forward all the way, hurrying toward the place where she usually trained.
"This guy?!" Su Jun stood frozen in place. She had already resigned herself to sacrificing this wooden staff, but she hadn't expected this meddlesome fellow to show up.
If Alan were to throw caution to the wind and unleash that protective world-destroying scroll, goodness only knew what kind of chaos would ensue?
Upon reaching the private dining room, I ordered a few dishes with outrageously pretentious-sounding names, then sat there stiffly, silently praying that brother Feng Yi's spirit in heaven would bless the women and keep them from starting a shouting match, and that Xu Chang would please, for heaven's sake, stop talking.
This remark deeply wounded Shen Menglong's self-esteem. He attributed it to Xiang Shan intentionally belittling his insight, failing to understand that the Ba State nobles—including himself—were fundamentally incapable of accepting advanced, revolutionary ideas. His thoughts were strictly limited to improving the combat effectiveness of his warriors, having virtually nothing to do with institutional reform.
She then walked down with a beaming smile, looked at Feng Yunxuan, and curtsied slightly, executing a standard, flawless princess greeting that made her look every bit the royal princess.
"Well... I'd rather not right now, I suppose," Bai Diandian said with an ingratiating smile. There was simply no reasoning with a person like this; what was so strange about not wanting to die? Wanting to die would be the strange part.
If a way could be found to keep Yunxiu busy, perhaps she could put this matter out of her mind entirely.
"I don't need it," She Xuan shook her hand and refused. You've got to be kidding—Dawn's underground interrogation room still had You Lan locked up inside. To let this shadow-ability user tag along with her? Wouldn't that be exposing herself on purpose?
It wasn't that a global release was impossible; the release went ahead normally. However, the screen allocation rate was pitifully, shockingly low.
Yet things turned out contrary to her wishes; Feng Yunxuan was still unwilling to let go of her hatred for Feng Ling's death. In her heart, the true imperial brother who had protected her since childhood was her only rightful brother. Feng Huayin and the others were merely half-brothers sharing the same father—when all was said and done, they were just the sons of her mother's rival.
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"Old Gong, wait for me, wait for me!" Just as Gong Yang was about to head to the classroom, Xie Fei's voice came from behind.
The moment An Changhe spoke those words, the entire venue was struck dumb. Astonishment was written across every face, and all eyes turned uniformly toward me, so startled they were utterly speechless.
The Witch God bloodline possessed extraordinary mystical properties. When used as the core of a formation, it could massively amplify the formation's power.
The very instant Liu Chiqin pushed the door open and stepped inside, the gazes of over six hundred people converged upon her simultaneously.
As it happened, Yue Yao's temperament was rather gentle, while An Zhichen was a hardliner, making their personalities complement each other perfectly.
A river of blood! This caused the pupils of numerous emperors to contract violently. They simply could not believe the reality before their eyes—had this Liu Shouguang gone completely mad?
Even Fa Li himself had to admit that although the language of the Han people was complex and difficult to learn, it was indeed far richer and more expressive than the tongues of indigenous tribes like theirs. Unawares, even the higher-ups of these tribes—who ought to have resisted Han influences—were unconsciously adopting this Han Chinese language for their daily communication.
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