Volume 1 Chapter 40 My Reward

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Two yellow spirit rings floated into the air. As one of them shimmered with light, a shell-like light shield blocked the incoming blade.
Ye Ling sneered and flicked his sleeve. The hundred-foot poisonous flood dragon that had lunged at him let out a soft "pop" and dissolved into golden dust.
"I am not as blessed as my younger sister, to have earned the favor of the Empress and even received special permission to return to the palace for a visit," Shen Zhi said, her tone even more indifferent.
Upon seeing his last two stars vanish, Tang Yi could no longer contain his emotions. Ignoring the referee standing right beside him, he immediately channeled his spirit power. His first spirit ring lit up once more, and as thick, dark spirit power condensed in his palm, he struck out with the Fang of Evil.
Meanwhile, Li Xiaoyao and Ou Shiya had already escaped the world-shattering heavenly lightning and entered the Spirit Tower.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Wang He felt his body lift into the air, followed immediately by him landing hard on his backside.
It was truly admirable; to behave so recklessly within the imperial palace—even the most daring of souls would hardly dream of such a thing.
The onlookers had not seen clearly what happened; they only saw the figure of Li Xiaoyao, who had been surrounded by six Yellow-rank experts, suddenly vanish.
After taking flight, the two turned their heads and headed toward the coast. They flew quite high, yet there were still those below who caught sight of them.
What Wang He intended to harvest was a vine growing in a crack in the rock—or, more precisely, the root of that vine.
Despite so many years of separation, now that they were reunited, there was no sense of estrangement. It was as if things were just as they had been in the beginning; many words did not even need to be spoken, as a single glance was enough to understand each other’s hearts.
This was the second time. The hotpot Meng Jingyi had been longing for was ruined by Ding Chentai yet again.

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The giant dragon, however, showed no signs of giving up. It intensified its suction, drawing in another fierce breath.
"Your car is equipped with a tracking system," Mu Yihan said. After his repeated calls to her went unanswered, he used the car’s GPS to locate her vehicle directly.
Moreover, two days before Wang Zong died, he and Liu Liang had had a heated argument over a work-related dispute, during which Liu Liang had punched Wang Zong, knocking out his front tooth.
The mecha was named "Frost Heaven." The name was beautiful and well-suited to the machine's aesthetic; its exterior appeared as magnificent as ice crystals, hence the name. The design of the mecha was also exquisite, with aerodynamic slopes that effectively reduced drag, and it was equipped with a large-caliber main energy cannon that packed a powerful punch.
A fiery red light flashed from the ground, followed by a fierce gust of wind, and a faint white mist instantly filled the entire space.
She noticed his complexion had turned pale again, and when she placed her hand over his, which rested on the table, she found it chillingly cold.
The nursing school laboratory was not easy to enter, especially in the dead of night. If we were to say we were going to check their cadaver specimens for fear of them reanimating, we would surely be branded as insane.
Seth kept talking to himself. This line of reasoning certainly had its logic and could not be considered wrong. Seth always used this method to prove he was right. The premise was that no one outside could hear him, and he was his own only audience.
"Lin Yang, how did you come to know Yu Xin?" After a long silence, Ning Xi finally withdrew her gaze, her beautiful eyes looking past the distance as she asked.
Vegeta also ducked, dodging the thrust. At the same time, he pivoted his body, his left toe pivoting on the ground as he used the rotational force to deliver a heavy kick to Oranace's chest.
Tsunade felt a wave of numbness spreading from her chest throughout her entire body, and a tingling, aching sensation grew between her legs as hot, rolling currents began to gather there. Yet she could not push Gao Zhen away—or perhaps she did not want to—so she could only offer verbal protests while her hands, unbeknownst to her, wrapped around his neck.
Four days later, riding the momentum of this joy, Yin Feng gained insight into his basic footwork, bringing it to the realm of mastery. Footwork is an extension of leg technique, and the connection between the two is undoubtedly much tighter than that between fists and palms.

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In any case, there was more than one bedroom in the suite. After all, this was the most important guest rest area for a top-tier family, offering a variety of bedroom types for guests to choose according to their preferences—a truly thoughtful arrangement.
The damage caused by the laser cut was severe, but not fatal. Before the wound in his chest wall could heal and close, Su Hao could see the state of his own body inside.
The wind blew the clouds of dust directly toward him. In an instant, he, Yi Tianqi, and the guard captain were engulfed by the dust.
"Of course, my talent isn't bad." Puffing out his chest, Mu Gen said with a hint of pride. Having seen Yin Feng’s diligent training, he had been inspired to steel his own resolve and train just as hard, only emerging from seclusion today.
Before he could finish his sentence, a wave of intense dizziness washed over him. The vertigo came inexplicably, and though Yin Feng inwardly cried out that something was wrong, his consciousness gradually sank into darkness. In his delirium, a pungent and incomparably thick odor filled his entire nasal cavity.
But suddenly, the movements of the "people" stopped. They pulled back their arms, and the sound of their footsteps gradually faded into the distance.
The Deep Sea thought more and more about the possibility. He knew how much Maeve hated Homelander; if she could take him down, she would not hesitate to sacrifice herself in the process.
When Xie Yan stopped the kiss, Meng Li leaned against the car door, panting, her chest heaving violently as she looked at Xie Yan with wet eyes.