Excuse me everyone, I am asking for your monthly votes.

"Rest assured, Grandmother will put this cake in the ice cellar for you to eat tomorrow morning, otherwise, it will surely spoil by dawn," the Grand Princess said with a smile.

He Chen gave a small smile. "What is there to thank me for? You've already said thank you several times today." As he spoke, he kept glancing at her through the rearview mirror.

The person on the bed looked haggard from prolonged sleep, her cheeks sunken and thin, her once flower-like face now utterly withered.

Just when everyone thought Ma Jun would reach the finish line first, the dice inexplicably rolled forward one more space.

They are not naturally cold and distant; they only appear that way to those who have not walked into their hearts.

Although Zhu Bocheng was able to avert disaster through talismans, that peace talisman could only meagerly slow down the rate at which Zheng Shujun's luck and vitality were being siphoned away. Such is the terrifying nature of borrowed luck.

No way, could it be? Just a few days ago they had mentioned the Emperor Aogu, and today they happened to stumble upon his divine tomb? Yet in the Continent of Gods and Demons, Emperor Aogu was a legendary figure—why was his divine tomb built so unassumingly? If judged by its exterior, probably no one would believe this was the divine tomb of Emperor Aogu.

Wushan beat his head in utter frustration, and the final memories just before losing consciousness that night suddenly surfaced in this moment.

Liu Chen was Liu Chen, and Wei Renxiong was Wei Renxiong. Although the two settlements of Jincheng remained nominally unified, in reality, after the turmoil stirred up by Li Feng and the others was quelled, they had already become two independent factions.

"Since Sect Master Yuan insists on meddling, don't blame this king for being impolite." Seeing that reasoning failed, Hua Wuguo sank his face and commanded loudly, "Kill them all!" With that, he resumed his battle with Yuan Fenghua.

Zheng Hao recalled that when he returned the year before last, he hadn't lingered in the village. Having just finished a job, that trip was during the Qingming Festival to tend to the graves of his grandparents.

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Zheng Hao focused his search on two areas: the walls and the floor. He soon ruled out the walls. Drawing inspiration from mechanisms seen in movies and television dramas, they directed their attention behind the paintings. Even behind the skeletal charts and acupuncture point diagrams in the room, Zheng Hao found no secret passages or mechanisms.

Obtaining an apology from Wu Feng brought considerable prestige in the Western Tribes, but everyone was more interested in Wu Feng's latter sentence—they all wanted to know whether Lord Tianxing was nearby.

Just as Murong Xue was about to spill the whole story, she saw Ancient Sword arriving alongside several other senior martial uncles. Seeing this, Murong Xue finally breathed a sigh of relief; no matter how furious Jiang Danxi was, she would likely have to wait until they returned to the Immortal Feather Sect to vent it.

As she stripped away Euphemia's power and swung around to snap Euphemia's holy sword in half, just as she attempted a flurry of continuous strikes, Belladonna's dark magic bullet, Lottiedore's charged arrow, and Aimi's elemental magic projectile struck her almost simultaneously, halting her offensive.

Standing atop the solitary peak with his hands behind his back, Fang Qing was wreathed in dual auras of black and white, his entire body glowing with immortal golden light and invincible radiance, resembling an ancient immortal emperor or divine monarch reborn.

A roar of laughter shook the martial arts arena, stirring everyone present. Remembering some of the stunts Long Bufu had pulled, they couldn't help but feel a deep sense of admiration. This fellow truly wasn't someone ordinary people could handle.

Sensing that her defenses had "collapsed," Zheng Hao decided to press the attack immediately, leaning forward once more to press his lips against hers.

VII. If the Sino-Soviet Joint Base violates the agreement, the base shall pay liquidated damages. The form and amount of the liquidated damages shall be discussed by both parties after the breach.

Chen Li gently patted Yixia's fair face, his hands gliding back and forth as if touching the finest silk, lingering reluctantly, fully revealing his sordid and lewd nature.

Chen Fangping knew that shirking responsibility like this was unbecoming of a real man, but after such a prolonged tug-of-war, a profound weariness of both body and mind had utterly consumed the rationality that this strong man should have possessed.

Whether intentional or not, if Tang Wanying had indeed implicitly saved the lives of many disciples of the Three Ultimates Sect, the sect owed her a debt of gratitude.

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"You sound quite resilient, unlike some creatures that possess only a hard exterior while remaining ever so soft within. You must have had a hard time over the years, haven't you? Well, of course, in a place like the abyss, how could it not be hard?" With that, Roger's longsword struck the demon gourd with a sharp clang.

Twenty years ago, before Li Guangshan retired from official service, Niu Jinsheng had been a trusted staff officer under his command. The fact that Niu Jinsheng never pledged allegiance to Wu Xukuan was tied to Li Guangshan.

This courtyard had originally been uninhabited, and its scale was inferior to the Ning'an Pavilion where Zhou An lived, let alone the Ningyi Pavilion inhabited by Kang Longji. Yet in recent days, the Ningsheng Pavilion had been filled to capacity.

However, ever since the immortals and demons withdrew from worldly affairs, fewer and fewer cultivators in the realm of cultivation knew how to set up this array. Eventually, this ancient miraculous formation vanished completely into the annals of history.

The records of the items auctioned above were somewhat eclectic, ranging from spiritual antiques and calligraphy to exotic spiritual plants and herbs. Jiu Tian figured the only things she could possibly get involved with were spiritual plants and herbs.

"I am terribly sorry. My Imperial Armament apparently possesses the ability to ignore physical defense." Appearing from behind, Sheele, the bespectacled girl, bowed politely and apologized to the person on the ground who had already been sliced into two halves.

The spiritual seed of the eldest brother, Yang Zidao, resembled his true form, bearing black and white intertwined patterns on his right arm. Upon closer inspection, there were nine of them—his nine divine marks.

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