22 Quiet

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While the others were locked in a life-or-death struggle against his labored breathing, he suddenly reached out and snatched Mu Xili up.
Finally, Xu Yang compared the characteristics of the Hindustan jade against the piece in question, leaving the man to slink away in embarrassment.
He paused, seemingly aware that some matters were internal affairs of the Taiqing Sect, and it would be inappropriate to discuss them with an outsider.
A clear, resonant voice rang out across the battlefield. The next moment, a ten-meter-long giant snake erupted from the earth. Its massive, rock-hewn body thrashed about, forcing all the Rock Ninjas who had submerged underground to surface. Several unlucky ones collided with the serpent’s body, the crisp sound of snapping bones echoing through the air.
The Nether Soul-Snatching Blade was one of the legendary weapons of the Three Absolutes Sect and had once been used by the Three Absolutes Warrior in his youth.
While the human race prepared these corpses for him, Xiao Tie did not remain idle; he called the three commanders aside.
His eyes seemed to be fixed on Lu Yun, yet from those dead, hollow orbs, Lu Yun felt as though he were transparent, completely laid bare before him. Most unsettling was the calm before the storm that Xu Yang projected; the more he restrained himself, the more terrifying it would be when he finally let it out.
Listening to the father and son, most of the onlookers assumed Xu Yang was boasting. Only a few knew he wasn’t lying; the items in Xu Yang’s possession, if auctioned, would be enough to sustain this family of three for generations.
This wretch was actually trying to curry favor with him; clearly, that brick to the head had knocked some sense into him.
All the Cold Snow Demon clan members nodded secretly. This was the correct approach; given Fang Heng’s performance, only a master like Feng Yun could suppress him.
He was that kind of man—simple, direct, and lacking guile; whatever he felt, he expressed through his words and actions.
He radiated a rugged, masculine aura. His ink-black eyes were so dark they seemed to drip with shadow, and his demeanor was noble, cool, and detached.
Yet, to Chen Feng, his former classmate seemed almost unchanged from years ago, save for a touch of mature allure.
Niu Mulin replied, "Every ethnic group has a relatively fixed geographical distribution. However, they have all undergone multiple redistributions over time."

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Seeing that Chen Feng was moved, the Spotted Tiger was overjoyed. After all, he had witnessed Chen Feng’s strength; with such an expert’s guidance, why worry about failing to defeat his rivals?
"I knew you wouldn't say anything decent." Uncle Hua glared at Lin Xi, pointing a finger at him from across the room with a look of disdain.
Within two seconds, a torrential downpour began. The view ten meters ahead was swallowed by mist; all he could see was a thick, smoky gray closing in on him. The baby’s breath flowers before the tombstone were ravaged by the rain, their petals scattered across the ground like fallen stars.
As he spoke, he lifted his foot and stomped heavily on the chest of the man at his feet, then kicked him with force. The man slid away like a ball, hitting the wall and rebounding onto the floor.
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After an initial moment of haste, he calmed down, and a flurry of shameless schemes flooded his mind.
Once the lights were on and the door closed, Rong Shang climbed down from him and walked toward the large bed.
Yuan Shao looked at the battle report submitted by his subordinates, feeling a surge of resentment. Cao Aman, who had once followed him, now possessed such power. After this Western Expedition, he would likely gain a great deal.
The dean took a deep breath, finally steadying his nerves before making an announcement to the shell-shocked students below.
With a few swift sounds, wild cats pounced on the thugs' faces, their sharp teeth and claws shredding brows and noses.
When Tu Lian said she was leaving the God Clan, she truly meant it; she left the gates of the God Clan that very night with Shen Nie.
The consequences? That the soul would never reincarnate again? What could be more terrifying than forgetting the one you love?
The nobles below were astonished by Eugen’s social reach and felt a better impression of him; after all, someone with many friends is often considered easier to get along with.
Beside him, Zhou Ruo pinched Zhang Tianxing hard. "How can you even say such things?"

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The car pulled up steadily in front of the government building. As he stepped out, Mo Xiuyuan held Lu Manman and kissed her fiercely.
Of course, it was impossible to say she had guessed that the head of the Black Sea family would ignore the safety of the entire clan just to order his son to hide his identity and flee for his life.
He didn't even know how she had relied on her own ability, bit by bit, in such a short time, to climb to the position in the company closest to him.
I looked into the deep hole; it was pitch black, with no end in sight. It was eerie, and I had no idea where Wang Hong and the others had gone.
"Cough..." Ziyu was suddenly choked by her own saliva upon hearing this. The Fish-Gut Sword, a famous weapon in history? This was it?
A few days passed, and I gradually forgot about it. I stopped obsessing over it, keeping it in mind only as a lesson not to repeat the mistake should it arise again.
Consort Yuan wore no makeup, yet her complexion was like morning clouds reflecting on snow. Her brows were as still as pearls, and she possessed a natural, unadorned beauty. She lived up to the rumors of being peerless and exquisite. However, her attire was simple: a moon-white long dress, a purple jade belt cinched at her waist, and her hair tied with a gold ring. Among the heavily painted concubines, she stood out as uniquely graceful.
As the county official in charge of agriculture, he knew the gravity of the seed issue. If it were brought to the conference table, who could judge right from wrong? With over 1.7 million mu of farmland in the county, who could afford the losses caused by inferior seeds?
He didn't expect that Jiang Yi’s bluff would actually stun Ban Yun. She froze, then scrutinized Jiang Yi suspiciously, as if trying to verify the truth of his words.
Wang Zhong simply hoisted Mo Li onto his shoulder, ignoring her shouts and protests as he carried her toward his room.