Chastity

She had not expected that his reaction to the news of Lin Renxiang Shuiyi’s death would be nothing more than those four cold words: “Of course I know.” To her, the news felt as terrifying as a curtain soaked in death, slowly drawn open.

Clenching her teeth, she struggled to rise with the support of the Crimson Dragon Gulaixi, using her mountain-splitting blade as a cane. She forced a bitter smile at Gulaixi and the others, clasped her hands in salute, and said, “I came here today only to disgrace myself. Enough, I shall take my leave now. From this day, mountains and rivers stretch long between us. Brothers, take care.” With that, she turned and hobbled away.

These people were cunning, and before leaving, the Breath Stones vanished without a trace. As for where the ones that couldn’t fly on their own had gone, he had no way of knowing.

“Auntie, hello. Does the Su Nan family live here?” Ma Mengmeng had visited once at night, but there were several households in the yard, so she wasn’t certain.

That night, Spring Grass and Shangguan Jade did not sleep, listening intently for any movement behind them. Disappointingly, nothing stirred.

Su Nan looked at his pitiful appearance, but felt no sympathy, nor had she decided how to deal with him. Killing was out of the question; her main goal was to infuriate the Zhao family, to make them suffer, and that had been accomplished. The rest would depend on her mood.

Days passed without a sign of Fang Wei, and chaos reigned in the Eastern Bureau. Thunder Fury ordered men to search everywhere, but he could not be found.

“I can’t stop worrying about Ting. Oh, good news—her soul has been restored.” Suolang, brimming with concern, could not help but share the joy of progress.

It was a war of attrition. Old Black’s spiritual power drained away with the blood, and Hutuo and Purple Charm found it easier and easier to tear flesh from its body. Gradually, the bear’s white bones emerged.

The polished wooden floor gleamed faintly. Curtains hung in layered folds, petals scattered across the ground, and a warm, subtle fragrance filled the air. Yuanwei’s cheeks flushed instantly.

But inwardly he was shocked. He simply could not understand how this ordinary-looking, handsome youth in front of him, apart from transforming into a Masked Rider, also knew his past.

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But with the Dragon-Subduing Rod in hand, Xun Yaoxi’s strength soared to the late stage of the Longevity Realm. With a single blow, the monk spat blood and staggered back.

The old vegetable seller glanced at Pengte, saw that he was a foreigner, and was not surprised—he seemed accustomed to seeing many foreigners coming to the Great Tang.

After returning from the Cybertron Dimension, Pai had followed You in study. As an elder of the Sea Wolf clan, Pai truly learned much from You.

The moment the power of laws fully awakened, the surging tribulation clouds finally brewed the first bolt of lightning.

Last night, she never expected Fan Twelve would seek her out first. She was so excited, it was like rain after a drought, and she could not restrain herself, staying wild into the late hours. Had she not worried about the proximity to Sanfan Village, she would have cried out.

Especially such formidable strength—forget herself, even if all of Magic Spirit City joined forces, it would not be enough to stand against them.

Mu Zili didn’t bother to scout; she simply sent two teams of soldiers to attack. Due to the vast difference in attribute values, the opposing side’s castle was breached in one wave. Only after their castle caught fire did Mu Zili launch a reconnaissance.

“Grandpa Lot, what do you think the teachers are training for?” As they walked, bored, Xiexun changed the subject.

But it was disappointed. The only cultivator at the Mortal Shedding Realm here had already been eaten.

Or perhaps, it was all just fiction—the movie ends, and Brenda disappears.

“You—you—you… You really don’t know Shangguan Yuexiu?” The questioned person spoke in shock, and those nearby stared at Qian Yuluo as though she were a monster.

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Strands of black hair lay messily across her cheeks, and that weary expression stirred the heart. Her steady breathing showed she was perfectly fine.

“What’s going on? I’m robbing here—I have a hostage!” Meng Weiwei shouted, pressing the gun to the hostage’s forehead.

“Hasn’t the God of Life launched the battle in the Divine Realm? Xiyu and Changqing have already been at the Temple of Life for some time, haven’t they?” Mu Zhexiao asked.

The next question is: according to the story, how did they obtain these videotapes to then edit them into a film?

Hearing Qian Yuluo’s even breathing, Ye Lingchen smiled—this silly girl, she looked so lovely asleep.

Next, Qin Zheng made four more Earth Fissure talismans—one success, three failures. This time, he accepted the extremely high failure rate, unfazed by setbacks. Practice makes perfect, and as his understanding deepened, his success rate would improve.

When Wang Xuanyuan stepped onto those things, they felt soft, as if they had no bones. As he tried to lift his other foot, putting all his weight on the first, an unexpected result occurred.

“Master, isn’t that a bit too ruthless?” Zhang You finally seized the chance and couldn’t help but ask.

Qin Ling immediately followed Jing Luoyu’s gaze, and her pupils contracted sharply.

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