53 Detonation on the Sandbank

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Her shoulder-length hair fluttered as she glanced back, a few strands falling delicately across her refined face, with drifting maple leaves behind her.
Originally, they could have tried Hunter Eleven, letting him take the shot to protect the good people, but since Eleven’s vote yesterday was tied to Eight, the Wolf Team grew wary and dared not take the risk.
“Beiming Linyuan? Where did that come from?” Jiang Ling furrowed his brow deeply. He knew Beiming Xue, and his gaze shifted to Baili Bing, silently questioning.
Checking the pulse is easy; for those who study traditional Chinese medicine, if one cannot even distinguish the floating or sinking pulse, they lack the qualifications to learn the art.
He hadn’t forgotten how he once persuaded Brother Xun Ning, even claiming to be a relative of the Xun family and demonstrating intimate knowledge of their affairs.
“General, would you be willing to govern the court alongside me?” Zhang Mo’s opening words stunned Lü Bu and awakened his spirit.
Starting by presenting clues and then connecting them is, in fact, a technique borrowed from scripted mystery games.
With such a commotion caused, and an evil soul master still uncaught, no one would believe there was no collusion with the ghosts. Or perhaps, those openly hunting the evil soul masters were the true ones themselves.
“You misunderstand, Young Master. Miss Zhu Zhuqing is definitely not that kind of person,” Nuozhan quickly said upon hearing the accusation.
Qiye was stunned; he had been by Gu Qianyu’s side for over ten years but had never heard such a tender, delicate voice before.
“The taste is quite good. I’ve also endured hard times, so I’m not so refined,” Chu Yue’an said with a gentle smile.
“Master, this is the only body in the world that meets your criteria, so there is no other choice,” the system, long silent, finally bubbled up a response.
“Someone’s coming, and there are quite a few!” Liuyun’s eyes narrowed slightly, offering no further explanation.
At this moment, Wu Xinghe was employing a breathing technique called the Nine-Yan Breath, which his elder brother acquired from the Prajna Sect. This method far surpassed the breathing techniques of the Wu family.

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She took a deep breath, suppressing her emotions for now; there were many pressing matters to attend to. As for the debts she owed, if the chance arose, she would repay them slowly.
Another heavy snowfall blanketed the night, drifting down continuously. By morning, the snow lay thick and crystal white—a prosperous omen, as the saying goes, “A timely snow promises a good harvest.”
If asked whether she had any hobbies now, organizing her thoughts would definitely count.
When the old man suddenly stopped his assault, Lin Qi and the others simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the robed elder had no intention of continuing; otherwise, Zhou Qing would have perished on the spot.
At this moment, Wu Xinghe’s body temperature reached an unfathomable level; his clothing had already turned to ash.
“It’s nothing. I’m just a bit worried about Father. He’s probably looking for me now, isn’t he?” Liu Ye looked toward the direction of Pan Shi City to the north, concern etched on her face.
Ying Ji was just recovering from shock when he heard this and cried out, “Mother—” before trembling in Mi Yue’s embrace.
Perhaps his intuition was right: under the spiritual energy of this world, all the system’s skills and abilities would receive varying degrees of enhancement.
What cultivation levels did the two have? And Mo Tian? Mo Tian stood so close yet emitted no aura; it was truly astonishing.
“No, she’s perfectly fine, Yinyin,” Wang Ruiyin said quietly. She had long noticed that Xiao Junran’s tone tonight was different—more depressed than usual.
Finally, when I saw my jungle partner, Mumu, approaching, I deliberately made a mistake to attract attention.
Hearing Shen Ting’s words, I smiled. Escorting him to the stairway, I stopped and didn’t follow further, watching his slightly stooped frame slowly descend the steps. Only after he safely reached the hall did I turn and leave for the matriarch’s room.
A drunken officer shouted, “So what if it’s your grandfather’s? Don’t like it? Come and fight!” Then he drew his blade and charged at Yong Rui.
Just as Ding Sanyang stopped, he drew the azure-glow sword from his chest and casually tossed it into the sea. His objective was clear: to force Zhan Yuanlong to use the power of the Magic Pearl earlier. Now was the true battle, and he would give his all, unleashing every ounce of strength.

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Jing Yao was momentarily stunned but nodded and slowly walked toward the smoke-shrouded bed, sitting cross-legged. He began to perform the Nine Heavens Star Technique, circulating the microcosmic orbit.
Just as this thought crossed my mind, Chen Yanyu opened the car door and stepped out. I quickly snapped back to reality and followed, tailing meekly behind.
“Eighth level pinnacle of the Jun Realm,” Xiao Yi gazed at the vast sky stretching millions of miles, frowning at the overwhelming, raging aura.
“I promised to see the doctor; why would I run off, you brat?” Qin Tian chuckled bitterly, shaking his head.
“Yes!” Looking at Gai Nie, Tian Ming tightened his grip on the Abyssal Rainbow and confidently replied.
Li Fan pulled out the black blade from his back, slicing a strip from the front of his robe, which he then discarded on the ground. He turned and sheathed the blade back behind him.
“If he shows up at the Karon family looking like that, wouldn’t they kill him? Or at least leave him a corpse?” Yi Tian responded directly, knowing well the Karon family’s methods.
His sudden appearance startled Ye Yi. Noticing it was Chaoyang, her first thought was that he must not be harmed—after all, he was Chaoge’s most precious younger brother.
For a moment, the entire starry sky transformed into a divine furnace, with the space’s laws converging wildly and being consumed as fuel.
However, to Hao Bai’s eyes, it still carried the charm of an embroidered pillow—nothing compared to his own subordinates.