Chapter 117: Even You Belong to Me
Emperor Yunshen shook his head helplessly, then gently covered her with the quilt, turned off the light, and the two of them went to sleep.
Early the next morning, Su Qingli woke up groggily and just happened to see Emperor Yunshen bringing breakfast over.
“Emperor Yunshen.”
“Hm?”
“How did you fall asleep last night?”
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Moreover, Qin Feng had once exchanged blows with one of them; he was well aware of how terrifying they were! Yet, relying on instinct, Qin Feng felt that whether it was the Heavenly Sword or the Purple Lightning True Monarch, they still fell far short compared to the man in white reflected in the Mysterious Heaven Mirror. So, what realm could that man in white possibly be at?
As Alu gathered the others, Wu Tian had no time to ponder deeply. The group split into two cars and sped toward the neighboring Grand Assembly Town.
Among them, Li Kun was the nephew of the county’s Education Bureau chief. Furthermore, his uncle-in-law was a deputy section chief in the provincial government office.
“It seems my only option is to continue cultivating, to keep breaking through!” His eyes shone with unwavering determination as he clenched his fists tightly.
On the Gui Fu continent, within the Blood Dragon Society’s fortress-like palace, most of the high-ranking members had gathered, even representatives from the Ten Great Sects were present. In the grand hall, everyone’s blood surged with vitality, radiating overwhelming power.
Jiang Wei’s heart stirred, and a domain appeared beside him. Although its strength was slightly weaker than when he was in the Ghost Realm, it was by no means insignificant.
The three previous bottom-place finishes, coupled with the occasional mocking from students in other classes, had filled Class 3 of the senior year with deep resentment.
Seeing Dao Feng’s pitiful state, Zhuo Yun turned to exchange a glance with Can Bao, both reading the words “schadenfreude” in each other’s eyes.
The bound bodyguards were all so frightened their legs went weak; they dared not move an inch, staring at Zhuo Yun anxiously, fearing that with a single command, they would all be sent straight to hell.
“Bang!” A loud noise rang out, and his vision went black as he was swept away, crashing onto the ground and rolling several meters.
Zhao Shuai called Ye Shan every day, inquiring about Yu Yan’s whereabouts. At first, she patiently explained that when Yu Yan left, she discarded her SIM card and deleted all her chat apps.
She had just posted a new Weibo briefly introducing the game itself, mentioning that two of the original character designs were her own creations, inviting fans to guess which two.
Mu Li had tried to arrange for her to contact Lin Qing, but since her disappearance, her phone had remained off.
With a sound, he transformed into a swirling mist of blood, drifting through the air alongside snowflakes and wood shavings, resembling a splendid floral blood scene, crowned with golden brilliance.
Ma Youjun had specially requested that this matter not be mentioned to Wang Yuping. He was filled with guilt toward her. So, before the incident, he proactively dissolved their marriage and transferred all family assets into her and their son’s names, ensuring at least that the two of them would never want for food or clothing in the future.
At that moment, the entire “Eclipse Desert” shook violently, the heavens overturning and the earth trembling, with countless mournful wails filling the air.
Dommy’s hands secreted a sticky fluid, from which emerged grasshopper-like insects.
Son Gohan, Son Goku, and Vegeta were stunned by another matter: since Son Gohan and Android 17 were not from a future timeline but from twelve years ago, how could Android 17 be so powerful?
“Half the inheritance, two strands of hair!” The burly man’s explosive muscles twitched, his face contorting in pain.
Though it was Saturday, the school had made adjustments due to the upcoming seven-day National Day holiday starting October 1st. Classes were scheduled on both Saturday and Sunday.