Volume 1, Chapter 29: The Grand Court Assembly

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She opened Weibo by chance, paused for a moment, and put her phone back into her bag. She didn't have the habit of posting on social media, but if she encountered a moment or something that moved her deeply, she couldn't help herself.

We were all taken aback, because the person who stepped out of the car was actually a boy of about eighteen, who looked quite sunny and handsome.

Apart from the gusts of wind, no one answered him; the silent atmosphere seemed to mock his solitude.

"You... you're talking nonsense!" Xia Ji couldn't help but exclaim. Her voice was sharp and thin, sounding particularly piercing in the deathly quiet hall.

Second, the bloodstain on the spearhead was left by the killer. Similarly, we must run a DNA test to see if the blood matches Qi Tianyuan’s.

Fortunately, Si Kongyanfei had mobilized his five thousand troops to surround the area, preventing Luo Yan's men from infiltrating, which allowed Han Yue some peace and quiet.

I cooperated by playing the role of a qualified stranger, wrapping my surging thoughts airtight so that he could not extract any burning secrets from my feigned indifference.

It was a pity that his phone was always unreachable. I knew he was avoiding me, only hoping that one day he would come to realize that a broken mirror cannot be mended.

After Xia Qi left, I returned to my old routine. One day, Luo Ange said he had a social engagement and might be back very late, telling me to go home and eat after school.

However, this scene was something the elderly couple had never expected. First, they hadn't imagined their son could stand up and shout, becoming the first to take a stand, and then, through his passionate speech, actually unite the fellow villagers to confront Liu Guangzheng together.

Now that Hua Qiangu was no longer the "life-and-death calamity" for Bai Zihua, Dongfang Yuqing could no longer help Meng Xuanlang. Since Meng Xuancong’s ability was already superior to Meng Xuanlang’s, and with the help of the Seven Killings Sect, coupled with the fact that Meng Xuancong had planned for this while Meng Xuanlang was caught off guard, Meng Xuanlang’s throne was already in precarious jeopardy.

There is no love or hate in this world without a cause. As the saying goes, "You reap what you sow."

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"I'm leaving first." That Qingcheng started the car, made a graceful turn, and sped away.

As for the Master of Tongtian, although he appreciated the Master's temperament, he disagreed with the way he handled things. The Master was a stubborn man, a fool who would shed blood for those he deemed worthy.

But Pan Feng’s expression changed drastically, for he felt the horse shaking violently, swaying, and slowing down more and more.

After the conversation just now, Lin Hai believed that without needing specific instructions, A-Hua already knew what to do.

Although it might not be a position of great power, its status was already approaching that of a dean or vice-dean.

"Alright, let’s keep in touch when there’s a chance." Yang Huhui did not hold Qin Fen back and saw him off from the old courtyard.

Because Black Mountain was located in Dangyin, and Dangyin County was one of the birthplaces of the Black Mountain Army, it was frequently raided by the Black Mountain bandits along with Linlu. After Lin Rui and Han Hao stationed themselves there, the Black Mountain Army hid in the Taihang Mountains and dared not show their faces.

Mu Zhen felt he had nothing left to say to Ning Ziheng. He had been driven nearly mad lately, his mind filled with the "eighteen styles."

Dr. Liu was already displeased. He felt that Zheng Ming inviting him to dinner like this was, in itself, a sign of disrespect.

After all, for over a month, even Director Fei had been praising the artist; how could she be stumped by a perfume commercial?

Chun Yu Yue loved her spirited appearance the most and couldn't help but lean over and kiss her on the lips.

Her eyes, adjusted to the light, could not discern the path in the darkness before her for a moment, just as one accustomed to warmth cannot immediately adapt to coldness, so she subconsciously sat back down in the chair.

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With a thrust of the long spear, it transformed into a black storm, charging violently toward the White Tiger God of the West, Jianbing.

Mi Youning curled her lips, put on her house slippers, and without changing out of her loungewear, headed straight for the door.

She washed up and went downstairs as usual, but the man was nowhere to be seen; only Da Li and the other bodyguards were there.

Jiang Yueying climbed onto Liu Fei's back, pressing tightly against his spine and hugging his shoulders as if afraid of falling off.

It was a pity that regarding such matters, DK always kept his lips sealed, and the information he occasionally revealed left Bai Sensen feeling confused.

Yuan Zhenxia did not feel any sense of reverence; the country under the rule of General Kars, including the General himself, gave only a sense of the ridiculous and the terrifying, not deserving of respect.

Zhang Xiang shook his head, casting aside his complex thoughts, and began to sprint toward the opponent's penalty area at the speed of a hundred-meter dash. The two marking midfielders could not keep up with his speed. Soon, he had charged to the edge of the central penalty area, and at this moment, Du Wei, the defensive backbone of the Manchester City youth team, stood up without hesitation.

The two were now in the deepest part of the ruins, which had belonged to Robin's family before the apocalypse. One of Robin's ancestors from many generations ago had been a guardian of this place; later, the descendants of the guardians became its masters amidst the era of violent upheaval.

Ye Feng said with exaggerated surprise, "I came back to win glory for my country, not to be a substitute. I only believe in strength; with strength, it’s the same anywhere. I don't feel I have any rivals." The reporter was clearly caught off guard by Ye Feng's words and was left speechless.