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Wei Heng sat in his office when his eyelid suddenly twitched. He pinched the bridge of his nose; it was nearly three o'clock. He picked up the phone beside him, the screen pristine. Just as he was about to call Su Yun, Zhuang Jiang called him instead. Ever since his report at the airport, Zhuang Jiang had not reached out to him. Wei Heng stared at the screen for a moment before pressing answer.

"Heng, long time no see..."

Should I have knocked her unconscious, or simply thrown her out? While I hesitated, she suddenly walked over, knelt before me, and used her teeth to unzip my trousers.

Last night, Yun Xuerou was merely going through the motions, but today, she was truly worthy of her reputation as a courtesan.

What should I do now? Stop the wedding, snatch Lin Qiao'er back in front of everyone, and then watch her die in my arms? Or should I silently bless her, pray for her recovery, and spend the rest of my life consumed by memories of her?

I pulled a white mouse with a slightly reddish tint from the cage; clearly, the dye was fading. Like the others, this mouse had been injected with the hydrochloride of diaminoazobenzene. They had not died of sepsis, and the streptococci in their bodies had even been eradicated.

Although I did not harbor much hope, I went to the bar anyway, wanting to see if Revy was there.

However, I did not expect Shaina to send a multitude of Sanctuary grunts, intending to cowardly seize the Bronze Cloth. The grunts were no match for him and were struck down by Seiya.

"It's alright. Between us, is there any need for such formal thanks?" I said with a dashing wave of my hand.

Chongming Island is breathtakingly beautiful. In the morning, the trees provide deep shade. Climbing the east end of the levee to admire the sunrise over the East China Sea is a spectacle that rivals the majesty of Mount Tai. In the evening, standing on the west side of the levee, one can fully appreciate the sunset over the long river, the sound of returning boats singing in the twilight—a truly refreshing experience.

Appearing before Yamagata Aritomo were not only Hara Takashi but also Uchida Ryohei and Toyama Mitsuru, who were prepared to serve as scapegoats. Of course, they were not wrongly accused; they were indeed the ones behind it, along with some Chinese individuals living in Japan.

But because of the presence of Princess Qingtong, the atmosphere became exceptionally cold, much to the frustration of the organizers.

Descending in a blur of light behind the mountain, Huang Xuanling carried a large pack on his right shoulder with a long spear, while a Spirit-Seeking Mouse sat perched on his left. It was a remarkably peculiar sight.

Time ticked away, and the chirping of mystical insects echoed outside the house. This night was strangely tranquil, destined to be a beautiful evening.

Upon hearing Ye Lanmo’s words, the Empress was so angry she nearly vomited blood. Now, even her words were treated as mere suggestions in the presence of this Prince Li. The Emperor had completely disregarded his own dignity in such a setting.

While chatting and strolling through the garden with Zhuang Yulang, Ye Ruqiao saw Steward Sun hurrying toward them.

"I... I wasn't lying to you just now. We... the entire Immortal Sect is hunting you down, and there are even experts at the Nascent Soul stage among them." Fearing that Lin Ye might truly torture him, the Taoist spoke in a rush.

With the same amount of spiritual energy, others could retain more than half after purification, but once purified by the Nine Suns Divine Power, only a third or even a quarter remained.

At the time, Yao Ying wanted to call the police, but it was too late. Because of her fierce resistance, she was even knocked unconscious.

After laying these things out, Huang Xuanling said nothing and immediately began to concentrate on his cultivation.

First, she was favored; second, her cultivation was profound; and third, although the Ninth Princess was a demon, her virtuous conduct had won the hearts of the demon race. She had always been respected by the demon cultivators within the Demon Palace.

Just as Bai Qi was about to coldly slam the door shut, Xiao Wuqi and Tian Xi arrived simultaneously, bringing along a medical kit and an auntie.

The bloodthirsty smile on Hua Ling’s lips deepened as she casually scooped Du Ge up from the shallows and held her in her arms.