Confession 22

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I suddenly recalled that a month ago, while still in the canyon, the Madman had rambled on and on in my ear, mentioning the people around Gao Cheng. But at that time, I was so consumed by grief that I couldn't take any of it in.

The next morning, the sky had cleared. Although Liu Yi was still weak, he was doing much better.

Inside the VIP lounges of Void Transport Logistics and the Medici family, two polar opposite sounds erupted simultaneously—one of wild ecstasy, the other of profound sorrow.

However, Ning Ling's reaction bolstered my confidence, making me feel that I had likely guessed correctly.

"Middle of the night? I don't think so. Besides, does this place even have a concept of day and night?" Xiang Long said, gesturing toward the sky.

As long as Liu Jun's close-quarters combat skills weren't significantly better than mine, my strategy had a high chance of success. I doubted that a pampered princeling like Liu Jun would have spent much effort training in hand-to-hand combat.

The Old Man Under the Moon was said to have the greatest chess skills in the Heavenly Realm. It was rumored that Princess Fengxi played even better than him, though she was modest and never sought out challengers like he did.

Seeing the situation, Xiang Long grew anxious. He stood up, cast a barrier around himself, and then extended a magical rope from his fingertips, pulling Wendy and the others back before they could be sucked into the void.

Xie Pingting’s emotions were turbulent; she had completely lost the dignity and composure expected of an Empress.

When Lin Yu’s palm touched the final auction item, his body trembled, and his heart surged with overwhelming excitement.

The weeping willows along the banks of the Golden Water River in the palace dipped their branches into the water. Tobacco plants lined the embankments, and as the boats drifted through, brushing past the willow branches, there was an occasional sense of sudden openness once the trees cleared.

Liu Jiannan leaped lightly, his Soul-Devouring Sword spirit flickering behind him. Utilizing the momentum of his descent, he pressed down toward Liu Zhong.

She was on the verge of a breakdown. For days, she had kept her emotions bottled up, with no outlet for her grief.

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This made the atmosphere of the match thick with tension. Because the venue was equipped with an amplification system, the fighters' words could be heard by the audience and even broadcasted, though some television stations intentionally dampened the audio signal during their airing.

Lin Yu listened, only half-understanding. Such matters were profound and mysterious, and digesting them all at once was truly difficult.

A bad premonition stirred in his heart: could Xie Pingting possibly believe that the Phoenix Vulture Palace was being renovated for her to live in?

Ye Xiaoying imagined Li Tiezhu bathing with a bucket, and her stomach immediately churned.

However, these extreme temperatures had no effect on A-Huang or Old Xie. One stood on the ice, the other sat on an ice slab, and they began to communicate through telepathy.

"You lot, do you really think you can leave Konoha alive after doing this?" Minato Namikaze was truly furious now.

As long as Huang Jidong’s weapon cut the enemy—even if it was just a small gash—his energy would invade their body.

There were too many questions. Ye Xiao quickly shook his head! These were not things he should be worrying about. Regardless of whether he understood them or not, they were too distant. His current path was to take his sword, travel to the Southern Wilderness of the Sword Domain to study the way of the sword, and debate it with like-minded individuals.

I won't bother with a sob story; writers on Qidian are much more experienced than I am at competing for the title of "most miserable," and I don't claim to be the worst off.

Upon hearing those words, Feng Mingxue withdrew her sword. She knew her master was right. As long as she stayed there, she and her friend would constantly talk about what happened with Sister Yunzhu. Every sweet memory would only grow more profound, but the sweeter the past, the greater the current pain would become.

Those willing to go through the trouble of using Dingdang.com were naturally the best, but the facts proved that most people went to Amazon.

A five-star mage falls in the four-hundred to six-hundred range, and a six-star mage in the six-hundred to eight-hundred. Only those exceptionally gifted genius mages could have their mental power exceed one thousand at the six-star level.

As for these three sword-art divine techniques, they left Bai Daozi in awe. He admired his ancestor from the bottom of his heart. The forefather Bai Qi truly lived up to his title as the God of Slaughter; the murderous nature of these three techniques was heavy enough to be called vicious.

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The camera flash flickered repeatedly. A drunken Haruno Sakura excitedly sat on Tsunade’s lap, striking a triumphant pose, while Uzumaki Kushina took several pictures.

Before Helena could recover her senses, she suddenly found herself on a soft bed, stripped bare. Looking up, she saw that Morin had also undressed; he was transforming into a great werewolf and pouncing on her.

She struggled, reaching out her left arm to cup his face, only to feel a warm liquid on her hand. Focusing her gaze, she saw that the fine hair on Ji Linchuan’s forehead was matted, and blood was slowly trickling down from a wound.

At this moment, the police immediately contacted Ji Xiaohan and informed him that Tang Xuerou had reported the matter.

Qin Moxuan admitted she was beautiful, even more so when dressed up. Yue Qingqian’s beauty was of a kind that forbade desecration, and her inherent coldness made her feel like someone one could only observe from afar. Therefore, although Qin Moxuan was momentarily stunned, she felt no improper thoughts.

Everyone understood how important children were to a family; without children, the family was as good as broken.

Xiao Mojian glanced at him. "It’s not a disturbance, it’s just..." He trailed off, but before he could finish, Mu Sikai understood what he meant.

As they spoke, one of them used both hands and feet, his heavy body pressing down on her. The sour, disgusting smell of sweat assaulted her nostrils. She trembled all over, her internal organs feeling like a knotted rope, twisting from her head down to the soles of her feet.

Feeling the opponent move as swiftly as the wind, as if completely unaffected by the shot, she assumed she had missed in the darkness and only caused a superficial wound.

That was the first time he had seen her; like a doll, she wouldn't speak no matter how much he teased her. While the adults were talking, she had run to the edge of the lotus pond to feed the fish, only to tumble right in.