Chapter 49: Daddy and I put on silk stockings to rob...

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Di Bai sneered, "Why would I want to see her?" How many years had it been since they parted ways? Ever since their breakup back then, Di Bai hadn't even wanted to hear the slightest whisper of news about her.

"Sigh! It's probably better that the six of them left. The village might finally have some peace. Let's go!" the old village chief said softly.

Meanwhile, at the Romance KTV, Lin Hao was singing his heart out with Yu Lizhu and other school leaders.

Remembering how the Nine Realms had outmaneuvered the two primeval deities of the foreign realm last time, they held back none of their strength this time. The primeval deities of the foreign realm all took part in this invasion—a total of eleven deities, nearly three times the number on the side of the Nine Realms.

A fat maggot wriggled into my mouth. I wanted to push it out with my tongue, but my tongue no longer obeyed my commands, and my hands and feet were paralyzed as well. I could only yield as the slimy maggot slowly forced its way down my throat. A thick wave of nausea and gagging drove my throat to push upward against the fat, writhing body.

An Chujiu found his way over at some point. His complexion remained deathly pale, and he looked very unwell.

When the attack on the Seven Phoenix Realms first began, knowing his own limitations in the face of the Pure Yang magical treasure, the Heavenly Phoenix Mirror, he knew he couldn't be of much help.

"Your Highness, what are you looking for?" Chen Ziang and Fang Wu both stood up, looking at him in confusion.

Over the next few days, An Wanghai would not appear in the coffee shop; he needed to keep Xue Niang in suspense. However, the next time he showed up there, he would put on a decadent persona.

Judging from the current situation, this Heavenly Emperor Zhou did not seem to be deliberately deceiving him, so he had little choice but to believe it.

Then, standing near the edge of the crater wall and watching the spectacle of numerous purple comets plummeting from the sky, Chunyu gradually widened her eyes and murmured softly.

Qin Shanshan intimately burrowed into Zhou Hao's arms, but instead of feeling happy, Zhou Hao felt a sense of disgust. An emotional swindler must never become too intimate with the person being swindled, as it easily exposes one's true colors—a lesson Zhou Hao had summarized from years of experience.

"Of course, I, Ma Han, always keep my word!" Ma Han said this aloud, but a plan was already forming in his mind: he would pacify Liu Feiyang first, and then find someone to bump him off. Since the outside world already believed Liu Feiyang was dead, his actual death would hardly make any difference.

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Seeing that Jinlong was genuinely heartbroken and her eyes were swollen, the Prince comforted her once again. He did not want the atmosphere of their conversation to be grounded in sorrow, as that would be very disadvantageous to him.

"Let go of your mother..." The burly man, acting as though he were in the right, raised his hand and struck, a single punch ruthlessly dragging the driver back into the driver's cabin.

"Zhang Man?" Liu Feiyang paused, a vision of that urban-temptress figure flashing through his mind. He knew many people would be looking for him today, which was why his phone was turned off.

Ye Shanghan was hopping mad. After hurling an insult, he still felt unsatisfied; limping forward, he simply lashed out and kicked Wu Decai.

The ancient god glared with disgust at the four powerhouses of the Nine-Soul Dragon Clan, the giant axe in his hand radiating world-destroying might as he stood completely unfazed.

In other words, if not for Wang Dong's assistance, Wang Yinsha and Chen Yanmei would never have dared to make a move against Ye Shanghan at the Red Heart KTV.

Lin Xiangtian narrowed his eyes and walked over. Drawing closer, he could see a flight of pitch-black stairs leading underground.

Dan'er thought this made sense. Since the Prince of Langya had promised him in front of all the merchants, there was no need to bicker with him over a single deed of indenture, lest the losses outweigh the gains. Besides, he wasn't a citizen of the Eastern Jin Dynasty and had no reason to fear the Prince. Thanking the Prince of Langya along with the group of slaves, he hurriedly fled the manor.

"Don't stand on ceremony with me. My mother even said she wanted to help out," Chen Shunzi said with a smile.

No matter how much resentment lingered in Madam Lin's heart or how anxious Chen Yu felt, neither could compare to the urgency of the bearded man mercilessly whipping the horse to make it gallop at full speed.

"I found a nice lake, though unfortunately I never learned how to fish. Still, killing fish is far more powerful than catching them. Let's go into the water." Andy immediately equipped his waterproof gear, showing little hesitation before jumping straight into the lake to 'suicide'.

South Fishing Village was the place where he had spent his entire life, and he held deep affection for it. Many people had watched him grow up, and many he had watched grow up in turn. The thought of standing by and watching familiar faces die before his eyes was something he could not even bear to imagine.

Fang Muqing and Jian Anan both twitched the corners of their mouths simultaneously. Faced with Shangyan Yumo's peculiar train of thought, they were utterly speechless.

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Hearing Nangong Linyi say that he would take over the Nangong Group, Nangong Mutian's heart finally settled. From the moment he laid eyes on Jin Ling'ao, Nangong Mutian had been filled with anxiety, terrified that the child he had raised with such painstaking effort would ultimately be snatched away.

Hearing the commotion, Skye turned her head to glance at Chris as he walked out. Their initial meeting late last night had been far too tense, and upon returning to the basement, the lighting had been so dim that she had never clearly seen Chris's features.

Emerging from Gutong Village, Jian Anan kept her lips tightly pressed as she stared out the car window. Inside the vehicle, Lu Rufeng remained silent, leaving the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.

Only then did Du Tie abruptly snap to his senses. He realized that the spirit-pattern immortal artifact, the 'Flame Beast Saber', had caused the earth to shake violently as if in an earthquake, and the countless deep ravines cutting across the ground were terrifying to behold—something that could no longer be explained away with smooth-talking words.

Back in the day, he too had been a towering figure who commanded the winds and clouds, only to end up stripped of his clothes today and ignominiously hung from the balcony.

With a dazed, utterly vacant, and simple-minded expression on his face, he stared blankly at Wusheng, wearing a blank, foolish smile.

Yu Guiyuan's hands reached out to push Yu Ling away, but it was already too late. Swooping down toward Yu Ling, that drifting painting-spirit clad in ancient garb extended its hands, trying to snatch her away.

"I can afford to waste them! Besides, who says the vital energy of the Jie Teaching has been exhausted? There are still quite a few disciples of the Jie Teaching left in the world!" Lin Feng said.

Those samurai of the wild-katana school looked utterly deranged, brandishing their sword-cleaver-like long-tachi high above their heads as they charged toward the Ming dynasty soldiers on the northern and southern routes, preparing for close-quarters, hand-to-hand combat.

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