Chapter 45 Can we hang out more often from now on?

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“Senior Ge Xiwuying is using a long-lost clone technique; this is my first time seeing it. I never imagined Senior Ge Xiwuying was so formidable.” Just as Ge Xishui said this, he suddenly sensed something was wrong. He noticed that the clone Ge Xiwuying created flickered slightly, almost on the verge of dissipating.
“I’m just worried the police won’t let us off so easily then,” Qiang said, lighting another cigarette.
The three of them got out of the car. Qin Hanlin looked up at the white graveyard on the hillside, as if recalling old memories. With a soft sigh, he slowly ascended the stone steps toward the slope.
The black-and-white eyes rotated slightly, as if the heavens and earth were turning, reversing the flow of energy, creating a dizzying, disorienting trance that was hard to resist.
“Hey! You’re not thinking of…” Xing Luo barely finished speaking before the gentle, flowing sword came crashing down on him.
He didn’t even need to use spiritual senses to detect; he could feel several pairs of eyes fixed firmly on him in the shadows. Without a doubt, disciples from the Kunwu Sect patrolling the mountain had discovered him. However, unclear of Lin Yi’s intentions, they neither acted rashly nor revealed themselves, merely observing from afar.
The dark-clad man’s eyes gleamed with increasingly bright crimson light, quietly eroding Qingcao’s remaining awareness. Suddenly, two beams of piercing light shot out like sharp, icy blades, stabbing deep into Qingcao’s motionless pupils.
This gathering of experts from four prefectures was evidently well-prepared. Yet, before even reaching Xiading City, they were ambushed by bandits?
Li Tong’s hand rested on a nearby jade cabbage, which then vanished.
Just moments ago, she felt the spiritual power in her dantian nearly drained by that mysterious suction force.
“Tie the horse well, feed it the best grass. Also, prepare a bucket of hot water—I want a hot bath,” Li Tong said.
Honestly, when Dongfang Bai first appeared, they had considered taking disciples. But after witnessing the display of the Heavenly Catastrophe with a mere wave of the hand, they abandoned the idea.
Thus, if one does not find a way to expand the influence of the Dragon Pearl, the faith points Gu Santong gains are limited.

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Wang Yuanfeng glanced around; it seemed no one else heard the other sound. It appeared the voice was transmitted to him through condensed threads of sound, so he didn’t follow out.
The series of movements flowed like drifting clouds and flowing water, completed in less than a second. When the fighter pilot regained awareness, he saw a missile hurtling toward him.
“Hey! There’s something here, haha, I found something!” a comrade shouted excitedly. The others immediately put down their tools, carefully digging without damaging the bag holding the contents.
Li Su, after hearing Yun Ji’s words, quickly pulled back the foot he was about to step forward with. This time, he almost felt like spitting blood. If not for his mental fortitude, he might have been infuriated to death by Yun Ji and Guo Jia.
“People at home say your monkey hair can ward off evil spirits—is that true?” Li Jun asked curiously.
In a flash, Wuyue charged at Yihen again. This time, Supreme Warehouse Rainbow was stunned—why? How was he still able to stand? Before this, he had thoroughly attacked his body’s ‘essence’!
Wang Peng was certain Jiang Yishan was carefully considering how to answer without revealing anything, which made him somewhat amused. This amusement stemmed not only from Jiang Yishan’s hesitant disguise but also from his own helplessness in the officialdom.
Jing Moxuan was about to give up and get off the bed when Qian Ruoruo suddenly grabbed his arm, turned his face, and kissed him heavily on the lips. The kiss didn’t deepen but lingered continuously outside his mouth, unwilling to part.
“Qianji, are you sure it’s here?” Cang Yuan looked at the long road covered with purple brambles, with a few skeletons lying there.
This scene was witnessed by many experts in Wufeng City, who were stunned. This usually sluggish and careless person had such formidable combat power.
Li Nan turned at the sound but found nothing behind him; the place was deserted.
Qing Meng had bitten through his lip, blood streaming down from the corner of his mouth as he anxiously analyzed the battle situation. Finally, he made up his mind.
“Of course, is there any need to lie to you?” Mu Feng said calmly, withdrawing his powerful soul energy.

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“Is that so? I tell you, I choose neither—I want you dead.” Unexpectedly, the Great Sage did not choose to submit. The space trembled, and centered on the Great Sage, a towering mountain stretching thousands of miles and piercing the clouds appeared in the void. Its overwhelming pressure rivaled the mighty Luo Void Divine Realm of Luoxing.
“I’ll summon help right away,” Mu Feng’s divine sense moved, revealing the entire Wufeng Villa before him.
“Do we even need to take wedding photos?” Since they were not marrying for love, Xia Fangyuan thought it would be ridiculous to see wedding portraits of herself and Gong Shaoxie hanging in the house later.
Lu Caixi glanced at Granny Jinmo, whose proud expression remained as if she were still favored.
Noticing the slight confusion in Zhao Qingshan’s gaze, Xiao Yan sneered inwardly. When they met in the Forest Domain years ago, he had just emerged from the Cave of the Red Flame Wolf, his head bald and clothes tattered due to the intense heat. It was no wonder the latter didn’t recognize him now.
Feng Wu and the others did not deliberately conceal their whereabouts. Moreover, her stunning beauty naturally attracted attention. So as soon as they settled down, Emperor Feng Shao’s men arrived with them.
Seeing Xia Fangyuan like this, Gong Shaoxie felt heartbroken. She now seemed like a doll without a soul.
Although Gong Shaoxie said nothing, his entire being exuded joy, his lips constantly curving upward as if the smile could never fade.
Egg’s voice remained rough. Feng Wu guessed he was going through a late puberty voice change, a bit delayed compared to others.
All these instructions were personally written by the Empress Dowager. On this imperial edict, her delicate yet vigorous handwriting was unmistakable.