133. Men Don’t Eat Candied Fruit

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The code behind this background was extremely complex; even Mo Chen had spent a great deal of time on it when he first created it.
A close friend sent a private photo of Zhang Shan, and beside Zhang Shan stood a disheveled man.
The strangest part was that these two connected “nameless” figures—one appeared clear and normal, while the other resembled a blurry projection, semi-transparent and elusive.
The timing was just right; any further delay in departure would inevitably bring some risks.
Feng Zhenkun understood these principles well. It was just that witnessing the power of these martial factions had momentarily shaken his heart. Moreover, these groups were chivalrous and righteous, stepping up amid the chaos of war. Their strength was beneficial to the Shuntian Empire.
Outside the rented room, the night sky remained pitch black. Due to pollution, only the moon and the brightest morning star were visible; all else was shrouded by dark clouds.
After three breaths, the illusory moonlight in Jiang Yan’s palm vanished. He relinquished control over the vital energy of heaven and earth, restoring freedom to all martial artists within the hall.
Su He wasn’t particularly fond of the buns; she just thought that since she could only eat liquid food now, she might as well indulge while Mo Chen wasn’t watching.
Miao Shi made a dash forward, while Elder Bull and the others were already nearby. Cao Da, standing beside them, had recognized Miao Shi and his companion. Because Elder Bull had ordered to spare their lives for interrogation, no further urging to spare them was necessary.
Though the three were currently at the seventh-grade realm, Xiangtang Tian did not want Wu Taxian to focus on them. Given his influence in Taxian City, there were always ways to deal with the trio.
Seeing Xue Shen’s attempts to cover up only made me more suspicious. “Stop hiding it—what exactly happened?” I demanded with the dignity of a princess.

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“Auntie, I’m fine; it’s just that my hand hurts a bit.” Shen Yushan looked at the scraped palm, wearing a face that struggled to hide the pain.
She had only done this because she accepted Liang Haoran’s money and wanted to help him.
As the global announcement sounded, everyone realized the battle had ended. According to the system, it was Luo Yusheng who emerged victorious.
Seeing this, Kaise couldn’t help but snort coldly, raising his sword and shield skill to block all attacks.
Regarding the Three-Eyed Monster dungeon, Tong Tian was somewhat knowledgeable. Although the monster was level 170, its defense and health were pitifully low. Apart from their numbers, they had virtually no strengths.
I didn’t think much of it and only instinctively glanced back at Zheng Zhu. But that involuntary glance left me rather stunned.
“Look,” Chen Xiaoran whispered near Luo Mengyao’s ear, “We still have some time before we get home.” As he spoke, his hand quietly lifted the hem of her shirt, brushing against her tender skin.
Su Tie pulled back his hand and looked toward the shore; the distance was indeed too far for his lightness skill to reach. Watching Wan Ying take deep breaths as she prepared, Su Tie could only obediently support her, careful not to touch her sensitive areas. The thought made him blush.
“That strong? Are we still in time to use it now?” Five years was enough to accomplish many things; both Shuang Ji and Isabella cared deeply about this.
“Any news from the People’s Party or the Vanguard Army?” Jiang Guangtou asked slowly as he walked.
Everyone was stunned; they had never seen Yue Li wear pink before, and she looked surprisingly beautiful.
As long as he spoke, no one would know how my entire family had died. There was no fear as imagined before, only a chance for promotion. How could that not make him happy?

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As Wan Ying cursed furiously at the white horse, a white blur suddenly swept past. The face of Liu Chenyang, flushed like a tomato, appeared adeptly on horseback. Shivering, he reached out to pull Wan Ying onto the horse. Pressing lightly against the horse’s back, the white steed obeyed and galloped off like an arrow from a bow.
After returning to his seat, Xia Huo remained seated, but two fresh blood holes appeared in his neck, from which blood slowly seeped.
Wan Ying shot him a glance. What about family ruin and death? She clearly couldn’t handle the pressure herself. Who else could she blame? If this were the modern era, she’d be discarded. Survival of the fittest—that’s just how it is.
The three of us fell heavily to the ground. After landing, I felt as though my heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys might all burst out together. The fat one woke from unconsciousness as well.
“You’re blaming me for what you did?” Xia Yanyan wasn’t afraid and placed her hands on her hips, only to be pinned down by Lu Yu the next second.
As Old Wang spoke, he revealed the item again. Just like before, there was nothing there except a stone of the same color.
The nickname “Old Disrespectful” wasn’t because he was truly disrespectful; in fact, he was only in his thirties and couldn’t be called disrespectful to elders. To learn a certain martial art, he knelt for days and nights until someone agreed to take him as a disciple. Even after being taught everything, he nagged relentlessly, begging his master to teach him real skills.
“I don’t know, but we won’t give up.” A fairy descended slowly, his handsome face forever bearing a resolute expression.