37. Chapter Thirty-Seven: Burning Excrement?

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As soon as she entered, she hurriedly shut the door, bolted it tight, and leaned against the frame, pale and gasping for breath.
Cang Long clearly had not expected such a massive mobilization to end in failure. He could not help but knit his brows, taking a deep breath to suppress the rage in his heart before asking in a calm tone.
That is because the Investiture of the Gods is a lifetime commitment; if you become a god, you will be working for the Heavenly Court day and night. Forget about the "996" blessing; from now on, it is "007" all the way.
Feng Hong did not overthink it; he sorted the medicinal herbs one by one and placed them onto the tray.
Tu Shan Yaya moved as if she were drifting on the wind, her colorful robes fluttering and embroidered ribbons dancing. Her skirt barely brushed the dust, her willowy waist swayed like a reed in the breeze, and her voice sang out clear and bright, like celestial music played from within the moon.
"Dad, are you trying to sever ties with Mom because of the Leng family's bankruptcy?" Yan Feng asked, his fists clenched tight.
"Is wearing this considered overstepping my station?" Yao Chuxi looked at Head Court Lady Han with a pleading gaze.
He sat like this for two days and two nights. Xiao Jian’s brows were locked in concentration, his entire body steaming and wreathed in mist.
The Black Snake Gang had intricate ties to the authorities, and the fact that Xiao Jian left them for last had indeed given the gang leader a chance to catch his breath.
Bi Gan shook his head. Perhaps others might abuse their power to help Ji Fa, but Bi Gan would not. He upheld the rites and the law. The only reason he supported Ji Fa was because he was the legitimate heir, but he would never violate the laws of the Yin-Shang for his sake.
I looked ahead at the massive liquid crystal screen at the very center of the plaza. On this transparent display, which blended seamlessly into the surrounding scenery like glass, numerous characters streaked across the surface. These chaotic, complex sentences were the words shouted by the fans.
Lin Xia was still carrying her bag. Seeing my disheveled appearance, she took out a handkerchief and asked if I wanted to wipe my face.
Before the ringleader could turn his head, his other hand was struck by a beam of light, causing it to explode.
No one expected Brother Snake to be so decisive, knocking himself unconscious against the floor.

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The white pill was still pinched lightly in Mi Yunluo's hand. Suddenly, she laughed without restraint, mocking him with a look of disdain.
Cackle, cackle, cackle! Amidst the endless waves of energy, a demonic laughter gradually spread, echoing in all directions.
Ling Xiao gave chase, charging toward the lead man in black with an overbearing aura. He grabbed the man by the throat and tore away his face mask.
With a model to follow, the rest was easier. In just over ten minutes, Beidouxing had made both sides of her chest look identical.
Yet even so, under the pincer attack of Bai Ye and the Blue Ghost, the Black Armored warrior began to falter. The serrated spikes on his body had snapped like tree roots, and he was covered in wounds, with black liquid—like blood—constantly oozing from within him.
She thought to herself that although the shadow was formidable, he was like a weakling in front of her young master; her young master was truly the best. Thinking this, she felt a sense of delight in her heart.
Watching her transition from terror to composure in just two or three breaths, Jiang Han was in a rare good mood. Perhaps it was because he hadn't spoken to anyone in so long that he felt stifled.
Cheng Nuo eventually lost the battle of wills to Yu Shiyun and compromised to accompany her to the mall, his feet aching after a morning of walking.
"The one with the lowest score has to do the cleaning for a week? That’s way too harsh, isn't it?" the Ghost Emperor said, looking aggrieved.
Zhao Zhe, however, ignored this. Having raised his martial prowess to 70 points, he feared nothing.
"My mother says his family is very kind, and he is very talented. There isn't much trouble at home, and his family’s matchmaker came to our door personally..." Bai Qing felt a bit embarrassed as she said this, for she herself did not know why she had mentioned the marriage proposal to her.
As for the other one, he didn't talk much, though he worked hard. It was just... Xiang Zhu couldn't put her finger on it, but she always felt that Zhang Xiu was a bit too composed, making him somewhat inscrutable.
Yan Qin only liked to eat what he cooked. In the past, when she had no appetite, the only thing she could manage to eat was steamed egg custard.
Liang Zheng filled his ranks to 5,600 people, the maximum capacity for a primary tribe. Even if he continued to buy more, he could not acquire them, as the system would simply wipe them out.

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This is not a story; this is what happened to Yan Fengpo. His journey of love was never smooth, and his ultimate fate was truly tragic.
He used medical alcohol to clean the wounds on his face, the liquid washing away the blood, but it refused to be completely cleansed.
This was how a Golden Immortal practitioner should behave. Even the doorman of a prime minister holds the status of a seventh-rank official; how would an ordinary cultivator dare to offend the behemoth that was the Demon Clan?
Old Wang was stunned, rubbing his forehead with his rough, thin palms. He had not expected He Hao to agree so readily. Resigned, he tossed a walkie-talkie into He Hao’s arms and then, without a word, drove the Bluebird toward the interior of the camp.
Anger, with only one breath left, revealed a hideous smile from within the wall of people. He looked like a devil about to break free from his shackles.
"If there is no better way, listen to me. I will take responsibility for everything alone," Qi Dian said.
The apocalypse had been going on for over a month, and the construction of the base was nearly complete. The entire base was one-third larger than before, and the surrounding walls had all been reinforced. There were three gates, but usually, only the main gate was opened.
Young Master Yan frowned almost imperceptibly but said nothing. Southwest, with his head bowed in thought, did not notice Wu Huan, who was blocking the path to cause trouble.
Meanwhile, the large man in the same cell as Gao Yang remained with his back to him, busy with something.
Recalling it suddenly, it seemed that when Lian'er saved her from her suicide attempt and brought her home to care for her, Lian'er had said something similar when she smiled and thanked her. Thinking of Lian'er, her heart tightened, and she subconsciously clutched her chest.
"An external avatar is truly not so easily refined. It seems the matter of the avatar must be delayed." Looking at the massive Netherworld Tree before him, Zhang Shaofei shook his head helplessly. Then, suddenly remembering the witch-man from the underground world, a strange premonition stirred in his heart. Muttering that something was amiss, he flashed out of the badge space.
"Lin Yu, everything is ready. The three sects have each sent twenty people—ten Golden Core and ten Foundation Establishment. With the fifteen you brought, I think we have enough to flatten them," Ding Hao said excitedly.