Chapter 100: A Contest of Connections

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Jin Yuan indeed stepped forward directly, helped the person up, found a pillow, and placed it behind him.
“The doctor said your nerves are tense; you need proper rest to relax suddenly.”
“I know. How is Xiaowei?”
“Mama, mama, I’m fine. I know you didn’t mean to stay away. Mama is the best.”
Xiaowei was lying against the outside window, which almost startled everyone again because of this.
“This is the second floor, Xiaowei, come up quickly.”
Xiaowei was now leaning on the railing, her little feet dangling in the air. How could Yuan Xiangdie not be overly alarmed?
Jin Yuan, however, appeared perfectly normal, as if nothing had happened...
Secondly, Ivan, being the twelfth prince recently born, though not given much attention inside the palace, was still a royal son.
With these words spoken, Chu He Dong’s escape route was undoubtedly cut off, and his plan to divert the trouble eastward was completely foiled.
A thunderous roar of a motorcycle, mixed with cheers, burst out from the adjacent sidewalk.

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She stomped fiercely on the wall, soaring three to five meters, lightly touching like a dragonfly skimming water, then stepped on the opposite wall.
“Hehe, Liusu, you should smile more often; it suits you,” Fei Mo also praised Qian Liusu with a smile.
Yi Shengge couldn’t help but roll her eyes; Zhou Xize truly was an inconsiderate person—she had overestimated him.
“Yi Xiao, I’m telling you, don’t talk nonsense! I’m warning you, you can’t threaten me!” Yi Qin, in a frenzy, tried to pounce on Yi Xiao.
Fang Man always said to rest assured, but with the fire burning at her eyebrows, how could she truly relax? During the wait for Cheng Sheng, she was almost restless, barely able to sit still. Finally, she heard the door creak slightly as Cheng Sheng slipped in through the gap.
Lu Zhimian, seeing her so polite, grew somewhat suspicious inside; perhaps he was meddling too much.
Sun Li’s face darkened when she heard this; she genuinely liked the clothes—they didn’t look fake, they were beautiful.
But no matter what the black orb was, You Nuo would never allow it to cling to her. Even if the creatures' attacks were not fatal, they would surely cause great torment.
A single-core team had such an advantage: as long as their star player was in good form, they could often unleash their full strength.
The elderly man with the surname Luo rubbed his shiny bald head, a look of puzzlement in his eyes. Hearing this, Sun Zhenbei glanced toward an elder seated nearby.
That ingratiating attitude made Qin Weixue roll his eyes; seriously, had he been walking too much? They always drove back and forth between the dormitory and the hotel, hardly walking at all.

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Indeed, on his turf, with nanobots constantly monitoring and shared vision, nothing could happen without his knowledge, nor could anything escape his gaze.
After the water was drained, he saw a thick layer of “paste” below—that was the treasure the old lecher had mentioned.
“We seem to be trapped,” Shui Qingyi said from the first floor of the tower, where a formidable force awaited them.
Warriors from various families cursed continuously, hesitated for a moment, then gradually left, stopping at their previous vantage points.
Sun Shangmei’s bright eyes widened; the bond between her and Chen Fan was genuine, not mere polite pretense. Her father had passed away, and to establish herself in the Sun family, she needed her own source of income.
Yi Ken was reluctant to accept this, yet he recalled the final counsel from his brother-in-law and the prime minister during the last moments of the Sun King.
The following events unfolded exactly as I had predicted. At the start, the Primordial Venerable was ambushed and swiftly eliminated. Despite the Asura Realm Lord’s relentless attacks on the Buddhist Venerable, though he was repeatedly imperiled, he sustained little damage.
“Should I call the person back for you now?” Feng Chi crossed his arms and leaned comfortably against the genuine leather chair behind him. His strikingly beautiful, thin lips curled slightly—a mix of roguishness, malice, and a touch of disdainful coldness.
“Look, there’s a crowd gathered ahead. Let’s go check it out,” Meteor Frost said, running off.