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After all, they were merely college classmates; there was no need to pry so deeply into how well his married life was going.

"Your Highness has overthought it. I am simply helping Ji Chengxi; she was the first to sense that something was amiss," Zhou Jiaqing replied coolly.

Zhiwei, filled with lingering doubts, was infected by the heavy silence and subconsciously reined in his aura. Daring neither to ask nor to say anything, and seeing that Zhou Qingshu and his companion were extremely weak and had fallen to the ground unable to get up for a long time, he lightened his steps, walked over, helped them up, and had them sit right where they were. He then produced healing pills and handed them to them.

Just as the blow was about to fall, Uncle Cang let out a disdainful, cold snort. With a slight motion of his figure, the sword that should have severed his head merely left a bloody scratch across his neck.

In the distance, the lake water faintly emitted a foul stench. The stone table in the pavilion had been overturned and not yet restored. Because Li Yuhe had brought men to pillage the estate several times, Zhou Jiaqing looked around and found the interior all the more exceptionally chaotic and disheveled.

I often forced myself to stay awake, waiting for him to return on the living room sofa, but unable to resist the drowsiness of early pregnancy, I would drift off while waiting.

"Although I noticed that you've grown stronger, I never expected your cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds to this extent!" Ling Wangchuan exclaimed in awe.

At this moment, it was as if his mind had suddenly cleared. All those ambiguous concepts from the past completely fused together at this instant.

After marrying into the Gu family, Madam Mu and Mu Qingqing had constantly drained her of her blood. Taking advantage of the time when Mu Zhiyi was not around, they had come to steal her clothes and jewelry. Previously, the original owner had turned a blind eye, but since Mu Zhiyi had already taken over this body, she would never tolerate such a situation happening again.

Gu Mian slowly opened her eyes and saw that the man had already collapsed onto the ground, unconscious, his eyes staring fixedly at her.

Seeing this, the giant axe-wielder bared his teeth in fury. He roared, his eyes bulging and spewing fire, and his aura suddenly burst forth once more. Endless cracking sounds echoed across his entire body—boom, boom, boom! The void shattered as he swung his divine battleaxe.

Counting on this man to question Aunt Lian in person was out of the question, so today, she would unabashedly play the villain.

Originally, like everyone else, he had assumed that Mu Yunxia had not inherited Nan Wuyue's mantle, but he had not expected her to be so confident in her own medical skills.

Some people would exhaust all their efforts, even paying a heavy price, only to end up fishing for the moon in the water, left sighing in despair as they gazed at the illusory light before them.

At the very least, he could become a Great Sage of the Demon Clan. If he surpassed his limits and achieved the status of a Great Emperor, recreating the glory of their ancestors, it was entirely possible.

It seemed as though no matter what conditions the other party offered, they could not sway the Ghost Domain Sect, which remained utterly arrogant.

During the discussion, Zhou Xing and Ling Xue displayed a highly professional and calm demeanor. They were not flustered by awkward questions, focusing instead on problem-solving. This mindset and approach brought a sense of relief and reassurance.

Yan Lengyue closed her eyes, her mind utterly serene, surrendering her consciousness entirely to her body's instinctive reactions.

The soul-bewitching powder that Luorui had raised high was quickly pulled back and hidden in her bosom before she could scatter it. She leaped three feet high and threw herself straight into the newcomer's embrace.

Johnson, who had been observing in secret, ran curiously over to Zongzheng and asked what Li Kai had just said. After Zongzheng translated it word for word, Johnson let out a cold, derisive "hum" and sat down noncommittally.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a month passed. Gu Nian was still immersed in cultivation. With the Primordial Ancestor as a professional mentor, he studied with utmost diligence, firmly remembering every key point the ancestor taught and putting it into practice.

The head-splitting worm king's body was being steadily devoured by the hellfire at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Until that day, Han Yuan sat smiling opposite Niuniu as usual, yet he could no longer find a trace of a smile on Niuniu's face.

Then she opened her eyes, took a deep breath to calm herself down, and immediately saw a delicate face looking at her with a dazed and bizarre expression.

Not only this place, but also the memories of the original owner—these oppressive emotions made her feel as though even breathing had become heavy.

Yet, he could still sense his father's presence. Gu Nian breathed a massive sigh of relief. If not for the intervention of those three, these two might well have perished in this battle.

Revisiting a familiar place naturally evoked a myriad of emotions, carrying a sense of vicissitudes as life came full circle, only to find that his own body had grown old. Aging from top to bottom, even if he were unwilling, he had to admit this fact—just like the two mistakes he had just made in the restaurant, ones he would never have made in the past.

Nuoyan quickly stated the purpose of their visit. I thought for a moment and said, "Then let's go. But this time, we must learn from past mistakes and not let them attack our human tribe again." Nuoyan quickly agreed, and the three of them exited the Noah's Ark.

The gentlemanly and gentle demeanor from just moments before was completely gone. Replaced by a fierce and wild violence, he grabbed Xuenan by the wrist, yanked her up from the chair, and tried to drag her into his embrace.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yan panted heavily, taking deep breaths as he wondered what had happened to him. How had he ended up living like this, and what kind of things would he experience hereafter?

Su Ye shouted to Whitebeard from atop the rocky blood tree, preparing to capture this Swampert, especially since he still had an advanced Pokéball on hand.

Song Ninghao genuinely loved this gadget, so whenever he was bored, he would fire up the computer to play with it.

Seeing Yang Guang's impatient expression, I did not dare to probe further. What should I do? Sit here and wait for those high-and-mighty figures to deliver their verdict on some unknown day? No way, brother cannot be this passive and just wait foolishly. That was simply not his style.

Accompanied by the sound of the closing door and footsteps fading into the distance, Su Xiaoqiang abruptly grabbed the plush teddy bear pillow beside her, pulled it over her face, and tightly crossed her legs, emitting a muffled, faint sound from beneath the bear.