Volume One, Chapter 45: My Aim Is to Secure a Divorce

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A middle-parted, long, curly hairstyle, with the hair lying close against the scalp at the part and the curls draped over her right shoulder. Her exposed collarbones were alluringly sensual, while her delicate features and slender, fair neck were accentuated as well.

This lighter is actually worth ten million. Where did that wretch Ye Ling get so much money?

Lin Mo was praised from beginning to end, and she felt rather embarrassed. After all, she was no superhuman. Compared with Jiang Ci, she was still slightly inferior.

Wu Liji watched with his own eyes as Lin Xucheng rolled out from behind the cover and fired at the same time.

Returning to the question, indeed—if robots could replace most human jobs in real life, what would become of us humans? Would we even be necessary anymore?

Yue Linglan immediately became obedient as well. He was quite clever, after all. He knew that his father was an internet addict too.

Elise’s supposedly indestructible Shield of Lucille shattered on the spot, dissolving into specks of fluorescent light that vanished into the void.

On the first night, Mu excitedly reported the good news. At the time, Chen Dong was so exhausted that he could barely keep his eyes open.

“They actually dared to attack members of my Blackwater Tribe on Blackwater Tribe territory,” the Third Protector said indignantly.

Every decision Chen Dong and the others made concerned the fate of hundreds or even thousands of people below them. Naturally, they ought to treat such matters with greater solemnity.

If what happened today got out, Roy and the others would certainly be hunted to death by An Le’s countless admirers. After all, among An Le’s admirers were no shortage of Divine Sons and peerless prodigies of immense power.

Meng De possessed a device capable of two-way communication with the divine temple. Considering how far apart the two sides were, the Divine Son might leave the Forgotten Forest before Meng De could reach him. After all, the Divine Son had legs of his own, and he had no idea that someone was coming to pick him up. It was only natural that he might leave his current location and go elsewhere.

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“I believe you, of course.” Meng Fan smiled faintly. Then he removed the walkie-talkie and tossed it far away. His eyes grew slightly sorrowful in an instant. He believed in the courage and will of the Son of Zhou, but the problem was that sometimes a person’s will could not change anything.

A colossal hand suddenly reached down from ten thousand meters above, seized the core of the Spring and Autumn Splendor Formation, and gave it a light shake. With a thunderous boom, the entire formation was reduced to fragments of nothingness.

Everyone cried out in frustration. Just as they were hearing the crucial part, the storyteller had suddenly stopped and refused to continue. It was like eating a steamed bun, swallowing it into one’s mouth, only for it to lodge in the throat—neither going down nor coming back up. The sensation was unbearably uncomfortable.

For a moment, the way everyone looked at Qing Lin changed once again, becoming incredibly complicated. They were afraid that he might not withstand the terrifying assault of the tribulation lightning.

Seeing Adam in this condition, An Le felt that learning magic was hopeless for him. Naturally, he no longer wished to continue the subject.

Nearly all the trees, flowers, and grasses had long since rotted away, stained an eerie purple. Nor was that all—the fallen leaves, deadwood, and even the soil surrounding the tree were giving off dark-purple smoke. The corruption continued to spread, gradually advancing toward the sea of trees.

The Fang family had once been a traditional martial-arts clan. By the time it had passed down to Fang Ying’s father, he had proven himself a capable and resourceful man. He took the family’s ancestral medicinal formulas, improved them, registered patents for them, and so on, transforming a traditional martial-arts household into a pharmaceutical group that held numerous patents and enjoyed a certain degree of international renown.

That expression flashed by so quickly that it was almost imperceptible, as though he were deliberately concealing some unknown secret.

“Go to the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?” Canghai turned over and lay on his side, looking at Shi Wei with concern.

His physical body was now so powerful that the dual-colored flames were ineffective against him. However, he still could not come into direct contact with the triple-colored flames. He would have to temper his body until it reached the limit of the Spirit Core Stage, or refine his body several times with top-grade spirit herbs capable of resisting fire-attributed spiritual energy that had accumulated for over a thousand years. Only then could he withstand the power of the triple-colored flames.

He was also the one who told the Spirit Emperor and Empress that the Marquis of Chu had won a decisive victory in his first battle of the western campaign and seized Hanyang Commandery.

Canghai had long since let go of this matter. Besides, he had no experience designing this kind of landmark site. He was completely at a loss and could hardly identify any shortcomings in his teacher’s work.

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People in the south may never have heard of this thing. Once mature, it turns yellow, and its fruit resembles a section of a finger.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zuo Ci saw Fu Bang’s three blades striking toward him simultaneously.

If he had not been injured during an ambush while traveling away from the capital on official business, and if the pain from those wounds had not affected his performance during his earlier fight with the black-clad man, how could that man possibly have been his match?

Seeing the seemingly ordinary punch from Donggua come straight toward his chest, Sun Haochi immediately unleashed a burst of blood energy, transforming into a blood-red giant nearly three meters tall. Even so, he still felt that he might not be able to withstand the other man’s punch.

After taking out his card, Canghai pressed it against the card reader. At that moment, he failed to notice Qi Yue’s body tremble ever so slightly.

A thought suddenly sprang into Xi Ze’s mind: “It’s charging up for its ultimate move!” That was probably a gaming term, but it fit the real world rather well, didn’t it?

After hearing this, Lin Yue said nothing more. He did not enter the cell directly; instead, he turned around and went somewhere unknown to fetch something. Only afterward, led by Liao Huan, did he arrive at the cell where Chu Yang was being held. When he opened the iron door, Lin Yue immediately saw Chu Yang lying on his side in the corner.

This person’s movements were far too secretive. According to Long Wa, they had stationed people at the Hidden Gate for four years in an effort to discover his identity, yet still had no results, because the other party had never once left the Hidden Gate.

The other Shadow Assassins exchanged glances and had no choice but to continue pursuing them. Just then, a squad of soldiers patrolling nearby finally arrived, albeit late. The leader of the Shadow Assassins frowned, seized Gou Tu—whom Lin Yue had knocked unconscious earlier—and swiftly departed.

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