32 Chapter 32

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Scholar Zheng felt a bit nervous now. He had indeed struck that old man, but he had been drinking, so surely that shouldn't count for much? Besides, he possessed an official scholarly rank; what was the big deal about hitting a mere street performer?
However, looking at this short, stout fellow grinning broadly, he truly resembled a typical mud bodhisattva—all show and no substance, destined to dissolve the moment he tried to cross the river.
Tongtian had originally wanted to gift the Heaven-Evasion Cloak or the Dragon Blood Bead to Laozi, but Laozi refused them on the grounds that he "did not need them for the time being."
Her red lips curled into an expression of complex emotion. In truth, she did not want to be reminded; after all, it was she who had been stalling and stalling, refusing to think about it, telling herself it was still too early, and making all sorts of excuses.
"It was me, I am the one who failed her; I was the one who struck her." After saying this, Li Yunrong dared not face Luo Mingxuan, fearing the look of hatred in her son's eyes.
Once war was declared against Chu Commandery, what would become of the other commanderies that had already effectively seceded? If they defeated Chu Commandery, it would be one thing, perhaps even bolstering the prestige of the Imperial Court, but what if they were defeated? He feared that would be the end of his reign as the Emperor of the Great Qin.
This was because Sun Tianxiao had been found and brought back to the Heavenly Yin Temple from deep within the Heavenly Yin Mountains.
"Haha!" Luo Yuning burst into laughter, tears streaming down her face. She didn't want to break character during such a solemn moment, but her brother was just too adorable, wasn't he?
"How could he say such a thing..." Hermione’s voice pulled Sylvia back to reality.
After the two exchanged pleasantries, He Yuzhu boarded the jeep and led the heavy truck toward Guyun Town.
Tianming caught the Shangtong Rubik’s Cube tossed by Old Man Ban, examined the colors on its six faces, and began to rotate them.
Murmurs of discussion erupted, and countless shocked gazes turned toward the young man, all filled with disbelief.

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The phantom of the Earth God in the sky gradually dissipated, and at the same time, a holy white light descended from the heavens. Ye Kai’s body was slowly enveloped by the white light; the crimson red in his eyes began to fade until they returned to a pure black. As his long, flowing crimson hair slowly shortened, the blood-red color gradually bled away.
The speaker was the Fourth Elder, Yun Zhengmo, who had presided over the ceremony when Yun Mu first opened his spiritual apertures.
No one wanted to linger here, for they did not know if these people had even more terrifying schemes in store. Yang Fan and his group were the first to rush out, but they encountered trouble.
Landing in Tainan and then attacking the Chinese Revolutionary Army from the rear—pinning them between two fronts to distract their attention—was certainly a viable strategy.
If there was anyone who would provoke others, it was only Misfortune Reimu. Combining this with what Misfortune Reimu had said earlier—"Something good will happen in a while"—Chu Yue was certain that Misfortune Reimu must have done something, and someone was waiting for the opportunity to retaliate.
"But how have you changed so completely?" Qiu Haitang reached out to stroke Ye Kai’s face, her heart aching for him.
"If you feel that Chu Yue is your type, I can introduce you to her," Xing said to Chu Yue with a smile.
Cang Baizi’s Dao domain shattered, his seven Dao palaces split apart, and his body was sent flying backward, slamming heavily against the formation wall of the Seven-Star Imperial Palace before falling to the ground once more.
It was only when the two orderlies and two bodyguards came to eat with Shen Xiaoran that evening that they realized just how wealthy the commander’s wife was.
Shen Xiaoran swore that his urging Shen Bonian to have Shen Yifei transferred to the special forces wasn't purely to spite him; in fact, it was a form of help—though special forces were more grueling and dangerous, they also offered a faster path to "standing out from the crowd."
With a glimmer of clarity returning to his eyes, he sensed his own body: his inner energy was entirely gone, and his Dao heart was shattered.
A piercing chill surged from the ground, freezing Dian Wei’s feet and encasing his legs in ice. Could there be some kind of ice formation beneath the earth? The frost crept upward, freezing his body. In an instant, he was turned into an ice sculpture.

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"Why are you blushing so much? Could it be that you are too shy to see Me?" The Emperor curled his lips into a teasing smile.
"Be good, big brother will send you back." The enchanting man smirked slightly, pinched my cheek hard, and carried me back to the room.
"Matchmaker, do not be anxious. Since it is in this hall, do you really fear it is lost? Perhaps it is just in an inconspicuous spot and you haven't seen it yet," Mother comforted the Matchmaker in a gentle, soft voice.
"Old Sun, that’s a bit unkind of you to say. I remember last Tuesday you were playing Chinese chess with Li Qiang, and Wednesday you were playing with Liu Dabenshi. How can you say you don't know how to play?" Qin Hao said, looking thoroughly annoyed.
Just like a normal person, I walked with a steady gait, passing through one street after another, yet news of him was always following me.
Mu Tianxiang gasped. As someone who had grown up in a socialist society, this was her first time seeing such a severe injury, and it was clear from the wound that it had been inflicted by a weapon—it was certainly not caused by a wild beast.
Old Wolf’s forehead was covered in cold sweat, his overcoat and cigar fell to the ground, and his eyes shrank in hollow, primal terror.
Even one as resilient as she was could not help but feel secretly thrilled at the prospect of escaping her half-dead, miserable predicament.
In contrast, the Caesar First Legion had just returned to their homeland from Paria as the defeated side; their morale was long gone. With only a hundred thousand men and no fortified cities to defend against the massive onslaught of the Behemoth Legion, the Caesar Legion found itself in a precarious situation.
Wooden javelins rained down, striking the refined iron scales on Solo’s body without even leaving a white mark. As Solo began to chant under his breath, black gas erupted from his body and spread outward. The moment the barbarians touched the black mist, they collapsed to the ground, unconscious.