Chapter 107

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Ye Kai looked at Wang Lai with deep frustration, utterly speechless. Had he known that obtaining these two daggers would lead to such an opportunity—being tasked with helping someone search for the Divine Blade—he would have rather not risked taking them right under the police’s noses. This would greatly diminish his gank effectiveness; that mere bit of damage was practically negligible. No matter how you looked at it, regardless of whether Li Yunfeng was truly the master of the Golden-Winged Roc or not… Scientists speculate that the main reason dark matter is unobservable is due to its extreme rarity, making it impossible to form a macroscopic shape. Additionally, human transportation methods are too slow to perceive the spatial form that dark matter constitutes. Once Elder Gongyang ceased his calculations, all heavenly secrets returned to normality—an abnormality in itself, for he lost all clues to the other party’s whereabouts, as if they had hidden away. With a slight twitch of his finger, Lin Feng noticed his hand was cold. When he opened his eyes, he found the Heart-Piercing Blade intact in his grasp; yet its tip shimmered pale blue. Reflecting carefully on the events just passed, he finally understood what had happened. Watching the two flying prayer beads hurtling toward him, Ye Kai’s expression darkened. “If you want me dead, then I won’t let you have an easy time.” The True King’s aura was terrifyingly intense; with every step forward, the surrounding void shattered explosively. However, just as they destroyed the stone men down to ten, these ten stone men began to glow with a blood-red light. “Boss, given the circumstances, you have three choices: first, plan to seize the emotions; second, maintain neutrality; third, ally with me,” Lin Zhuo did not groan along with Zhang Juzheng’s rhythm but brutally laid out the harsh options—these were the only paths available. Concerned that the old lady’s blood pressure might spike upon learning the truth, causing an accident, and worried she might blurt it out if left unchecked, Hong Ye once again urged the old man not to mention it. The prank was simple: trick someone into eating macarons filled with mustard and drinking bitter tea—one of the most primal methods in variety shows for fooling others. This move was clearly tried and true, producing remarkable entertainment effects. Facing the Wuhuan army, several times their size, many Cao army generals were gripped by fear and dread, pleading for a pause in battle.

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Captain Zhang knew well that the captain before him was a formidable figure who had won first place in the army-wide martial contest. Arrogant by nature, Zhang found it hard to control him—after all, the man genuinely had the skill. Proud as his army was, with its sharp weapons, none of it was enough to deal with that man… he didn’t even know how to confront him. The previous Bremen team had managed such victories; now, with an unbeaten streak of thirteen league matches, Bremen’s triumph over Stuttgart was no challenge at all. Upon hearing the order to reinforce the vegetable cellar door, Deputy Squad Leader Zhu immediately set off. The vegetable cellar was a labor of sweat and effort from the entire eighth squad; everyone wanted it perfect, so he was very enthusiastic. “Previously, Yang Baiqi was named AFC Player of the Week due to his outstanding performance in the World Cup qualifying final twelve.” Sun Quan’s naval assault on the Central Plains could only proceed along three routes: the western Han River, the central Ruxu, Shi, and Fei waterways, and the eastern Jiangsu waterway. The elderly couple felt their son’s words were reasonable; they admitted they had been too hasty. So they asked Gao Yuan to call Bai Xue back and convey their intentions, and the family began preparing for their trip to Sichuan. Although Lin Xuanhao was eating diligently, when his voice sounded, Rong Rong couldn’t help but speak up. She could almost imagine what impolite words Lin Xuanhao would say if Xiu Qiqi responded she was free, and Rong Rong was certain she wouldn’t want to hear those words. Xuanwu pulled a letter from his bosom and handed it to Ye Lingche, saying: “Miss Nangong said she wanted to eat Li’s pastries. I sent my men to buy some, assuming she couldn’t leave the residence, but unexpectedly, I saw this upon their return.” Jun Yao understood wine; she knew quality vintages and, more impressively, was skilled at mixing drinks—her concoctions were especially delicious. Tonight, it seemed she would showcase her talents. “Yes, yes, Uncle paid the bill that time, so I just played my part well,” the handsome man smiled. For him, lying never caused a blush. Wan Qi nodded: indeed, now that Xiao Ming was confirmed to act, Xiao Yong’an wouldn’t let his precious younger brother suffer any injustice. The filming equipment and lodging conditions would naturally be the best. “If she wants to eat, then let her. You all watch her here; I’ll go buy it,” Lin Jiao said, unable to bear it any longer, and turned to leave.

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All murderers in the world are kind at heart initially; only when forced to the edge do they become killers. Xu Qichang strode after the Ning family mother and son with hands behind his back, paying no mind to the resentful Liu family member. “No, by a twist of fate, I absorbed the soul of the old master of the Ai family, forging who I am now. Qingyun Ge, for some unknown reason, did not kill me, but I have lost contact with her.” After Feng Youwang stopped ahead and descended, he realized the destination was a completely different world. Upon entering the city, both sides of the road were ordinary houses; all was silent save for the brightly illuminated inner city straight ahead. Bai Miao ignored her gaze, focusing on the police walking ahead with a calm, unruffled expression. Luo Wusheng, following the ghost-faced ancient jade, seemed to have traversed every road and climbed every mountain left in his lifetime. The competition’s strict format was indeed harsh, but with Qiluo’s identity, if they merely picked a brute by strength, how could the men of Cangyue endure such a fate? Upon reaching the Suga Shrine, he bought a box of milk from the red vending machine and sat at the top of the steps, sipping it. “Cang’er, it’s so late today, don’t bother anymore—let’s clean the house together tomorrow,” Su Ruoyao urged him to rest early. Mitia felt her world utterly collapse—losing her beloved, and now discovering that the clan leader she had revered was not as she had believed.