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After all the Liu army soldiers shouted "Your Majesty," the Cao army understood everything.
"Why would True Monarch say that? Going to the Demon-Sealing Land with fellow Daoists from the Ling Sect as companions is naturally a great fortune, something Yi Qing could not ask for more." When Yi Qing woke up, she was already back at the Clear Peak of the Ling Sect. In her cave dwelling, there were many people waiting for her to wake up, the most distinguished among them being Elder Xin San.
The room door was forcefully opened and then closed by him, the loud sound startling the merchant who had spoken to dissuade Jin Feng, causing him to tremble and instantly lose his ability to speak.
The forty-two rescued captives, including the gravely ill one, had regained some consciousness under the treatment of the military doctor. At this moment, they collectively approached a large tent in the military camp.
She kissed him, then went to the washroom to freshen up, after which she changed out of her pajamas and went downstairs.
Su Li looked at the sword expressionlessly, his right hand, without anyone knowing when, had already gripped the handle of the yellow paper umbrella.
"Why did you faint? When I went on a business trip out of town the day before yesterday, you were still perfectly fine?" Xie Yifan placed the medicine box on the bedside table, his tone and gaze towards Lin Ou exceptionally gentle.
The deceased was wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt, gray mid-length pants, and silver high heels. In the bedroom, there was a dressing table, a wardrobe, and the deceased had many rings on her hands. The villa had a bathroom, a kitchen, a water heater, and air conditioning everywhere; this was a summary of the location.
A lean old man, sitting in another luxurious restaurant, also saw his long-awaited disciple. He was the sect leader of the third branch of the eccentric Dongguo family, Dongguo Qing. He spent his days idly, never attending to family affairs, and one day wandered into Wuzhou.
This is too miraculous! Could it be that, as my cousin said, he is some formidable master? Otherwise, how could I explain everything I just witnessed?
"Xu Ping..." Professor Shen Bing, leaning against the cylindrical experimental capsule, called out his name with difficulty, looking at Xu Ping.
"You are quite open-minded, but I wonder if your father is as open-minded." Xu Ping reminded him.
And this final round of competition was also the last chance for the other prodigies who had not entered the top ten. This time, they would unleash their full strength, fight to the death, and make a final push, determined to enter the top ten.
Besides the matters concerning the current Empress, there was also the issue of the High Priest and the war with Shenghai; she had heard about them all.
Ding Ning breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had misheard. He then smugly praised Liu Shengqiandai.
"Yun Cang, hello." Yun Cang was already adept at this kind of initial social interaction and introduced himself immediately.
The charming voice was sweet and syrupy, carrying extreme provocation, as if containing an aphrodisiac, instantly igniting the desires of those present and drawing their gazes involuntarily towards the source of the sound.
Xuanlong Shi Sheng could not believe it even more. He, a master of the Supreme Saint realm, had never taken any disciples in his life. When he took his first step forward, he was actually rejected? For the first time, he experienced the taste of rejection.
Walking on the highway leading to the city, the young man swung his arms and kicked his legs, starting his usual warm-up routine.
The air intake on the forward-advancing tropical-type great demon was fitted with desert-specific dust filters. They had come to participate in support of the Diraz Fleet's ambitions, one of the Zeon remnants in Africa.