Pellegrin

“You saw it yourself—every scar on my body is thanks to you.” He plopped down, and Su Yan’s face darkened, but everything Zhong Lingyu said was true and indisputable. She snorted, found some cotton from the medicine box, dipped it into antiseptic, and tended to the wounds on his back.

Zhong Lingyu, seeing her silent and quietly resting against his chest, stroked her hair and asked what she was thinking, how she felt, and whether she was uncomfortable.

That mask had been bought by Dongfang Lengyu during a trip to Europe; he’d thought it looked cool at the time, never expecting it would prove useful today.

Meanwhile, Jiao Qingshan now faced the same dilemma as Luo Ping: his cultivation technique could no longer suppress the poison fast enough. If he continued absorbing it, he would almost certainly be fatally poisoned.

Knowing there was no way to persuade him to stay, the instructor gave up, deciding to save face and, for the sake of their teacher-student bond, left his phone nearby in case they wanted to keep in touch. This time, Li Tianzhi did not refuse, so the instructor stretched contentedly and fell asleep on the sofa.

Gao Chong and Wang Yan had been promoted, but neither elevated those below them. Gao Chong had his own appointment system, though he would later grant everyone Song Dynasty official titles like Commander, Deputy Commander, Captain, or Military Inspector, mainly for reporting merits.

“Boss, a Mr. Zhou, claiming to be the chairman of Taihe Group, and the son of the deputy chief of staff at the East Sea Garrison, are here to see you.” The leading bodyguard ignored Sun Weidong and instead respectfully reported to Liu Yue.

After two transfers, Huo Qing and Luo Ping finally arrived at the largest town nearest to the Sanctuary of Slaughter: Slaughter Force City.

Upon hearing this, everyone fell into noisy confusion. They all stood up as instructed, yet several people in the back row found it amusing and chuckled softly, infecting those nearby with laughter.

Those who hadn’t crossed the bridge—older figures—whispered among themselves, their brows tightly furrowed, lost in thought.

But now, the five-clawed golden dragon was clearly visible, and the youth absorbed nine drops of golden dragon blood and three strands of its soul right before their eyes.

“A forest from a single tree—what a terrifying domain of the spirit!” Chen Danqing’s heart tightened. The domain in the sky grew ever stronger; she had to break the stalemate first.

Yet before Murong Bingbing could finish, Liu Feng and Liang Xin timely moved in, sitting at Mo Fan’s sides, blinking their charming eyes and fixing him with their gaze.

After arriving at the location, I walked a bit further with Ai Ruyao, then stopped on the second floor of the Grand Garden, pointing ahead.

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The massive body of the blazing celestial flood dragon moved with astonishing agility, crashing straight into Su Tianque.

He hadn’t expected the opponent to strike that spot—no matter how strong, it remained a vulnerable point.

Upon hearing this, no one believed it; how could such a terrifying figure have only ordinary talent?

With so many spirit stones, not only could one advance to the innate level, but even afterwards, they would never lack for resources.

Twenty-five thousand for a single garment—Qian Cheng didn’t care about the price, only about Ling Zhiyuan’s frustration, something money couldn’t buy.

“Boss Wang, my friend doesn’t want to sell. Wait a bit longer—I’ve chosen a few stones myself; if they’re valuable when cut, I’ll sell them to you,” Fang Jun said with a bitter smile.

These two seemed ready to come to blows at the slightest disagreement, making the situation almost comical. I couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, when suddenly a message flashed before my eyes.

Rose was surprised again, likely not expecting the heir to have his own business outside, keeping it secret from the marquis.

Cultivators typically absorb the natural spiritual energy of heaven and earth to perfect their own power, but this method consumes vast amounts of time.

“If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll beat you to death.” Chu Xun scooped Maomao out of the water, shook her in the air, and made her spit out several mouthfuls of white water.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” The entire Ziwei Palace trembled thrice. Many deities on duty glanced over, unsure what was happening. Fuxi saw the dark shadow was none other than Zhu Rong, who had just left; he wondered why Zhu Rong had returned so abruptly.

At that moment, a flash of light appeared in its eyes, and Feng Buqian immediately felt warmth envelop him as his limbs regained freedom.

Wu Yan revealed a look of confusion. Accustomed to her boldness and decisiveness, he had never seen her so stirred and pensive.

Bai Yelan didn’t know what was wrong with her. She hated Ding Xiu, yet at this moment was willing to pay any price to bring him back.

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“What happened?” Leng Yang’s expression darkened as he led the way inside. Hao Ling quickly followed, with Mo Zhiyao bringing up the rear as the three entered the courtyard.

This matter spanned Jiangzhou and the neighboring city; the two had differing opinions and argued endlessly, always leaving on bad terms, quarreling every time they met.

Invincible troops advanced along the way, reaching the edge of Black Tiger Mountain’s territory, where Ye Qianqiu encountered a patrol of mutated beasts.

“What if I misused my star-shifting technique?” Ado looked at Murong Yuqing, asking tentatively.

At her hardest moments, when she most needed help, Lian Yishan gave her enough trust to let her, then just a B-level designer, take on all the design work.

“Senior, I am responsible for this matter. If you wish to punish someone, please do not involve the other three.” Wei Yu said sincerely, cupping his hands.

“Well… You’re the first I’ve seen with superpowers who doesn’t seek a life of privilege in a conglomerate.” Wang Ye shook his head with a sigh, asking no further, since more questions would only yield lies.

The questioner was Lu Shan. Earlier, he and Jealous Bun greeted the prince, easily receiving an invitation to sit in this elegant chamber, watching Lanruo’s performance through the window.

A man in black brocade entered Fengwu Tower, flanked by two similarly dressed attendants.

The special operations unit led by Flagwood Shumo completed their mission to sabotage Sand Hidden Village’s logistics, preventing their forces from advancing.

Ado’s heart began to race—thunderous, shaking his throat sweet, blood rising in his eyes.

Two sisters like these—was there ever such a pair? Truly, no one is more ruthless than the imperial family. To claim the throne, any means are justified; even kinship is no obstacle.

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