Someone Very Familiar

Silent tears fell. She had told herself to be strong, yet when faced with his cold indifference, she was still so fragile and helpless. Fortunately, the ape spirit’s demon infant was no ordinary creature; such attacks could not harm it in the least, though they left the ape spirit somewhat dizzy. The ancient sorcerers could commune with heaven and earth, understand spirits and gods. They created many incantations for rituals, profound and difficult to comprehend, yet possessing a mysterious power that, in the darkness, revealed certain signs.

She hoped that Violet and Sasuke would graduate from junior ninja smoothly; in previous years, only the champion of the final round of the Chunin Exams could advance, but this year was different. As long as one reached the semifinals, they could become a Chunin. She wore a long, snow-white dress, its hem reflecting bits of silvery starlight beneath the lamps.

Once the bank was established, it would take only a few years for the kingdom’s economic lifeline to be firmly grasped. By then, its fate would truly be at his mercy. He closed his eyes, and her jade-like, unadorned face appeared once more in his mind—Qingcheng, Moon Pavilion. Damn Lan Mufeng for sending such pure and flawless beauty into the brothel. He swore to tear that man apart, piece by piece, to appease his anger.

"Don’t worry. I’ll do what I promised you," Leng Haoxuan said coldly.

Staring at the unfinished design on the computer screen, she was instantly tempted to give up. But then she thought, would Li Jing’er ever be one to quit so easily?

As a man, a true man, he would never let his beloved join the Firewood Gang in its most dangerous and difficult moment.

"Formations? Are you joking? If those bees could arrange formations, I, Old Sha, could be an immortal!" Sha Dutian scoffed, not believing it for a moment. The bees were strange, but there was no way they could set formations.

The powder had already doubled Yan Ying’s emotions. Just as wind cannot blow over someone drunk, one must avoid exertion after taking such a powder, or else the effects will worsen.

She stepped to the stove, heated the wok, poured in oil, added spicy leaves and other aromatics, letting their fragrance burst forth. She scooped them out with a strainer, added chopped scallions, poured in broth and seasonings, and thickened the sauce.

When she arrived at the VIP floor, Li Jing’er stepped out of the elevator without saying a word, stewing in her own anger.

No matter what method was proposed, Harry found it hard to accept. This simply wasn’t the attitude a Hogwarts wizard ought to have.

Recently, Li Jing’er had been exuding a pleasant scent, coming from her perfume bath gel. Cao Ge only noticed it tonight, but he didn’t know its source—what a shame.

Rosen had been humiliated in public, so angry he could cough blood, but the other party was a guest specially invited by Lord Ma. No matter how furious he was, he dared not lay a hand on Qin Mo here, forced to swallow his rage.

After barely dodging what should have been a lethal blow, he lost his balance and had neither the time nor energy to evade the next strike.

As Su Lie said, the Divine Might Sect’s Divine Might Path scripture was indeed profound. After training in it, martial artists could absorb divine power and transform it into divine might, causing their martial arts and abilities to undergo miraculous, unimaginable transformations, with their strength rising dramatically.

Zhao Bin didn’t want to get involved; he feared unnecessary trouble, especially as he was appearing in public too often lately. That’s why he had the Black Devil’s men act, to avoid drawing attention.

Because of this, most of them felt that continuing the competition was pointless.

This fierce wind could shred experts in the Soul Separation realm, and even those who had nearly reached the level of Master would find it impossible to keep their footing.

Zhao Bin smiled; he felt Qu Teng was exaggerating. In this era, investing a hundred million to make a movie was commonplace, and he was making two films with that money.

Xue Yao calmed herself for a moment, but unexpectedly, the clouds above suddenly spasmed and rained down bolts of lightning.

"So powerful! As expected of fire magic: Devouring Fire Technique," Qin Shouxin murmured, his body burning uncomfortably as if he’d swallowed hot tofu.

Lin Buzheng knew that although the Kunlun Demon Lord’s combat strength was terrifying and far surpassed his own, judging from the previous performance of those black-clad men, the Demon Lord was unlikely to act seriously and would continue to play along.

Countless green dots instantly transformed into seven beams of green light, diving into the holes of his flute. Finally, a black snake, one and a half meters long, flew toward him and turned into a shadow, slipping into the flute’s holes.

No matter what Ning Tao asked, Lin Qinyu’s eyes revealed unwavering resolve, giving him affirming answers.

Fan Yanyan felt deeply ashamed; all of this had started because of him, bringing trouble and danger to so many people, and in the end, Liu Shiqiang still thanked him. Still, to have such a result was already a blessing, so Fan Yanyan saw no reason to complain further.

"There’s no special news in the palace. The emperor comes to see me every day, and I haven’t noticed any changes from before," Shang Qing said.

How could this be possible? Impossible! He raged internally, his heart spasming as if struck by lightning. Suddenly, the computer screen flickered, and the picture vanished.

"This trick again? I’ve seen it countless times. Didn’t you just come with me to the bathroom? I remember searching for my wallet there. Did you see all the cash inside and get greedy?" Xu Shenghai countered, turning defense into attack.

The Divine Bow of Hou Yi Shooting the Sun? Such an imposing name. I’ve heard it’s a legendary weapon. Looking closely, faint fire patterns cover the bow. It emits a fiery aura, but lacks celestial energy—likely not the genuine article.

Fan Yanyan felt uncomfortable saying this. He was a forensic doctor and an atheist, yet he found himself uttering words like "spirit in heaven." It was pretentious, and made his scalp tingle, but to comfort Ouyang Xueqi, he couldn’t find better words.

Li Yunlin glanced around at the officials in the hall. He hadn’t taken Li Yunhong’s earlier mockery to heart at all, instead smiling lightly. That smile was faint, dismissive, as if the whole world was in his grasp. His laughter drowned out all their ridicule.