Chapter 60 Containing Warmth

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Daoist Lord Zixiao was inherently the most hot-tempered among the six Daoist Lords. Now that his grand plan of reaching the heavens had been blocked by mere mortals, he naturally could not suppress his burning fury.
This ultimate geomancer not only possessed exceptional driving skills, but also understood psychological warfare and knew how to target his opponents' weaknesses.
"Prince, why are you back so early today?" Princess Consort Kang asked with a smile as she entered the door.
In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and the event was drawing to a close. The event had been a tremendous success, though I still could not guarantee its actual impact.
"Let me try. I can fly naturally, or perhaps I am immune to the influence." Xuanling spread his wings and soared toward the treetops, only to crash to the ground just like Fedu, leaving two more portals of light in the darkness.
Along the way, through conversations with Black Leaf, he had learned a great deal of information about Flawless City, naturally giving rise to a certain sense of imagination and yearning. Now seeing it in person, he felt it was even better than he had imagined, evoking an even greater longing.
Fu'er obediently complied. Yang Ye opened the cap of the bottle and waved it near the boy's nose; Fu'er instantly went limp and fell fast asleep on the chair.
"Finding someone around my cousin's age should be fine, right?" Lin Qingyan looked straight at him and asked.
With his final words, his tears finally broke through their banks, and his trembling shoulders betrayed his current emotions.
At that moment, the phone in my bag rang. I reached out to grab it—it was a call from Xu Yue, and I answered immediately.
"Lin Chen, I didn't misjudge you..." said Ye Bing'er, before instantly lunging at Lin Chen and pinning him down onto the bed in one swift motion.
Riccardo's gamble had failed. On the offensive end, Dacheville had no opportunity to leverage his own advantages, and instead, Trapani seized the opening.
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On a high ground, several officers were observing the battlefield—no, rather, the scene of a slaughterhouse. Aside from a few exceptionally powerful demonic beasts, the troops encountered almost no resistance. In the face of modern weaponry, no matter how powerful a physical body might be, it was ultimately nothing more than cannon fodder.
Trapani's fans went wild, hugging each other in the stands regardless of whether they knew one another. Whistling and cheers erupted inside bars all across Italy.
Then, starting from the neighboring island nation, shrines, ninjas, ghostly entities, espers, and certain hidden legendary creatures were either devoured and refined by Wang Jin, or targeted by him for specific items to be kept and distributed later as cheat-like abilities, or simply stripped of their powers entirely.
"The Guardian lineage?" Shen Yu had never heard of this term before. What were they guarding? How many years had they been isolated from the world here? How had they managed to survive for so many years, and why was their spoken language identical to that of the outside world? A cascade of question marks flooded Shen Yu's mind.
Naturally, every wave of trending news was accompanied by discordant voices. Amidst the chorus of optimism surrounding the new bot lane duo, a faction of people strongly questioned the team's decision to bring back the retired AD carry, Adman, for a comeback.
The severe pain and powerful impact caused Ligredo to lean backward, her hands scratching wildly at Richard's body. Ligredo gasped heavily, trying to adapt to the agony, but Richard would not grant her the time to adjust.
The people of Liangzhou were stout-hearted men who drank wine from large bowls and ate meat in generous chunks. Their demands on life were far rougher and simpler than those of the Central Plains people; as long as they had enough to eat, that was all that mattered. As for anything else, they simply did not care.
The two hungry ghost kings stood respectfully, their faces forcing out smiles that, while not exactly ferocious, certainly did not possess any beauty appreciated by humans.
Having given her instructions, the Valley Master hurried away, leaving only Xia Tan'er and her companions along with the sleeping Lu Yimo in the room.
Xia Tan'er stepped closer to take a look, never expecting that these few people would actually be gathered together playing mahjong. Feng Muchu, amateur that he was, was even teaching Nanling Mu and Nanling Peng.
Consort Hui, dressed in a begonia-patterned Manchu gown and looking as though she had dressed with special care, cast a glance at Consort Yi, who was busy with the Eleventh Prince and had neglected her appearance today.
He did not want to humiliate himself further, so it was better to be bold now and directly state his thoughts. Even if it offended Ren Sinian, he was willing to accept the consequences.
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His gaze toward Jiang Chunwei was filled with full agreement and satisfaction. The most important thing right now was to unite the workers' cohesion into a single force.
The locust stones and poisoned needles shot from hidden places seemed intentionally meant to drive them in a single direction. After dodging the hidden weapons, another group of government soldiers would conveniently "happen" to turn a corner and "bump" into them, or draw them in with a loud shout.
The otherworldly cavalry at the rear of the battle line also began to surge forward, rushing to meet the oncoming tide. However, facing the high-speed charging cavalry, the otherworldly cavalry—whose charge had not yet fully formed—could only press their knees tightly against their mounts and level their lances just as the angry tide swept over them.
Li Xuantian was growing somewhat irritated by this fellow and slapped him straight out of the room, sending him spinning with stars in his eyes and a bout of dizziness.
The seeds of doubt had already been planted in their hearts. Having said all he needed to say, Lu Yihai simply picked up the teacup in front of him and took a light sip of tea.
In the end, Lü Zhi became Empress Lü, earning her own name and securing a place in history entirely through her own efforts.
Masuzumi Kazunari never expected Xue Tuan to possess this capability. However, he figured Xue Tuan would be in no danger, as Conan's friends generally did not meet with misfortune—didn't the Junior Detective League engage in all sorts of reckless behavior yet still live perfectly fine?
Shen Qingwu showed not a hint of fear, calmly sipping the clear tea in her hand. Yet she noticed that the man's expression had begun to change. Confronted with Shen Qingwu's current calm reaction, the man found himself unable to refute her; it was indeed true, as she had said, that hers was the only house on the entire street with its lights on, which was why he had chosen to come here.
Gin indicated that he would send someone to test Masuzumi Kazunari. If Masuzumi's abilities were confirmed to be as exceptional as Miyano Akemi claimed, Gin would personally step forward to recruit him.
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