Chapter 43
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One must remember that "Armor of Comradeship" had always been maliciously joked about as a marriage between people of the same sex. Therefore, as soon as such a system announcement was released, opinions were immediately divided, with some in approval and others in opposition.
"This..." Jin Gan was momentarily stunned, left speechless and unable to defend himself. In a situation like this, the facts were right there in plain sight, with clear price tags attached. Even if he claimed ignorance, he would never win if it went to court.
Flashing out from the darkness, Siming moved swiftly upstairs and entered the household that had been attacked by the malicious ghost.
The eccentric bar, which previously lacked popularity, gradually became crowded and lively.
Once that day passed, there were truly very few people left in Pearl River who dared to move against Yan Ming! Naturally, this was the desired outcome. In fact, the matter of Yan Ming directly taking control of Pearl River's underworld was kept strictly confidential; apart from Hou Jiansong, no one else knew of it.
Let's see whether the family would successfully refine the Gu worm capable of extracting intelligence from him first, or if he would succeed in refining the Dream Path Gu worm first.
She took the tea, took a small sip, and her peripheral vision caught Mu Xuan's feet. She found them looking rather awkward and twisted, with the front of the shoes bulging out, appearing utterly bizarre.
Christine still sat blankly in her original spot, leaning against the trailer. Her expression was naive and entranced, her eyes vacant, making her look almost like a fool.
The two of them exchanged pleasantries and flattered one another, creating a harmonious atmosphere that completely excluded Shangguan Jingyi. Now subjected to further humiliation, how could she possibly let it go?
Especially Zheng Xuan, whose fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his eyes bulged wide. He desperately wanted to rush forward, push Li Xinyi aside, and shout at the top of his lungs, "I agree!"
At this moment, there was not a trace of grief-stricken despair on Cang Wunsheng's face; aside from a hint of worry and fatigue, there was nothing amiss.
By evening, after preparing a meal for Li Hong, Gu Qingyuan pondered for a moment and dialed Zhang Yushu's number.
Shi Nian sat cross-legged under the tree, watching the reflections of the leaves, listening to the cicadas and the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the branches. Feeling deeply relaxed and content, she couldn't help leaning against the tree trunk and narrowing her eyes.
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Such vision was short-sighted indeed! Moreover, during all those years Mu Zhongxun spent traveling and studying, his horizons surely could no longer be compared to the past. What could be their purpose in still wanting to cling to the declining clan of the Mo family?
Li Tianyi extracted souls fifty at a time, performing the incantation a full fourteen times before completely purging all the shikigami from the bodies of the novice Onmyoji and Onmyoji.
What Cang Jiuyao cared about was not Prince Shen, but rather that Fifth Prince far away in Deyang—the one who had once been closest to Yue Junzheng, the one who had betrayed Yue Junzheng.
However, come to think of it, could someone with such an aura really be a swindler and a charmer?
"There is no time like the present; let's do it today. Come," Yi Yan generously pushed open his door and asked with exquisite politeness.
He sat down beside Lin Shiya, allowing her to claw red marks into his wrist without pulling his hand back. It wasn't as if sleep was out of the question.
Upon hearing this, Tiger One's eye sockets turned red. Despite being a burly man, he almost lost his composure, and he hurriedly asked.
At this moment, he felt that the general before him, though not exceptionally tall, shone as brilliantly as the sun in his heart.
The imperial scholars abandoned their precious folding fans, their scholarly caps skewed, and fled helter-skelter, crying for their parents. Amidst the frantic crowding, inevitable trampling caused several more to fall to the ground.
Once again, he left Zhu Yijun, Li Rusong, and Feng Bao utterly speechless. This seemed to be a set of absurd fallacies they had never heard before, yet upon closer reflection, it held a certain profound logic.
Near the doorway, Gu Qing莲 wore a veil, her eyes fixed intently on everyone at the banquet table. At the slightest sign of unusual movement, she would strike without mercy.
Regardless of how things unfolded, Gong Chen would undoubtedly be the very first person to know of Sang Ran's existence after the incident.
Night Qi knew with his very heels: it was that dead thing that had gnawed off his head! Such bone-chilling murderous intent was simply too obvious.
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Yet Xingxing's illness kept relapsing. Just as she finally began to recover, Gong Chen claimed he was afraid she might harm Song Wanqiu and her child, and took them back to the villa once more.
Gong Chen stared at that string of numbers, suddenly recalling that the audio recording provided by Shen Yan today was marked with the date of last Christmas.
Meanwhile, Augustus, who possessed both top-tier tactical intelligence and top-tier technique, rarely employed this style of play in official matches.
Now that Joey was gone, all the nightmares had come to an end. Su Yiqing underwent plastic surgery to return to her original appearance, and Madam Quan's attitude toward her had grown much gentler.
If Mu Ruoyu were to appear on the Dragon Continent, those people would probably start growing restless as well. He could not just sit idly by; certain preparations had to be made as early as possible.
My gaze fell upon Xia Nan's wrist, where she wore a very large wristwatch. Perhaps because I paid closer attention, I faintly caught sight of a scar beneath the watch. Had she truly slit her wrists and committed suicide? I raised my head again to look at Xia Nan's delicate and alluring face. Did she love Li Yi to such an extent? Could she resort to slitting her wrists for him?
She had asked every man she knew, and they all told her she was vastly superior to Meng Jingheng, that any man with eyes would choose her.
His expression suddenly turned solemn, as if he had discovered something extraordinary, and his breathing began to grow hurried.
As for the other players, the Football Association was generally uneasy and always sent specialized styling designers; but as for a certain Mr. He, they felt entirely at ease and saw no need to waste any extra effort on him.
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