Thirty. Thirty.

But when she removed the cotton pad tucked under the waist of the Prince of Xiang, her heart tightened once more; it had been mere moments away from being completely soaked through.

Jin Se pondered: since Uncle Zhong was worried about the management of the shop, she would simply find someone reliable and capable to help manage it.

"Chu Li, what on earth are you trying to do!" Ling Qi glared at Chu Li, his brow furrowed in anger.

Zhang Fangtian’s palm was as hard as steel, possessing immense strength. Was this truly the frail, elderly master she had known? As waves of pain surged from her arm, Wei Qing could only grit her teeth and endure, terrified that her words or actions might provoke the volatile old man at any moment.

An Origin Artifact possessed one distinct characteristic: once it acknowledged a master, it would serve only that one person for its entire existence.

However, the danger had passed; the master had abandoned it and fled, and the terrifying, surging suction had vanished.

Gong Ni returned to the spot again today, staring blankly at the lock. She attempted to open it with divine power, pressing her hand against the lock and exerting force. The entire door shuddered, but the lock remained shut. Gong Ni thought for a moment and increased her output; this time, even the windows rattled.

Suddenly, Lu Qingming thrust out a hand, his index and middle fingers gripping an object as red as blood, thin and sharp as a sewing needle.

Furthermore, if there were monsters within a ten-meter radius, any loud noise made by a player would attract their attention.

Bai Changwu, standing to the side, was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter. Seeing Ye Mingcheng thwarted brought him an inexplicable sense of joy.

Had Caesar’s iron hoe been a fraction of a second slower than Miyamoto Mumu’s iron shears, the head of the Halberd King, Lu Feiyang, would surely have been smashed to pieces, his brains splattered everywhere!

Originally, Xiang Jun, Madam Xiang, and Yun Zhong Jun intended to assist Xing Hun, but Tian Ming subdued Xing Hun with a single move, instantly cowing them. Even though both of Tian Ming’s hands were occupied, they still dared not strike. With the members of the Yin-Yang School paralyzed by fear, Meng Yi and his men, naturally, did not move either.

"Can Long, are you the adopted son of that general from the Golden Triangle?" Roman Reigns asked, looking at Can Long. It was clear he was familiar with the general of the Golden Triangle and knew that the man had taken in many adopted sons.

***

The white-clad fairy, Xiao Shengzui, had sustained several more wounds; though not fatal, the blood had already stained her white robes crimson!

Suddenly, all the skulls surrounding Huo Xiao opened their mouths, and a sky full of flames lunged at him, leaving no room to maneuver! Huo Xiao had expected them to charge down en masse, but he had not anticipated this kind of attack; how could he possibly dodge in time?

Yet, it could not help but harbor a deep dread of the "Soul-Locking Talisman" used by the priests.

Yin Junfeng stared at the massive block of ice, his eyes turning cold. The Xuanyu Sword flared with green brilliance. Using it to carve a path, Yin Junfeng spun his body like the wind, transforming into a green tornado. With the Xuanyu Sword held high, he shot toward the heavens, meeting the descending ice head-on.

Something was wrong. Shao Yu seemed somewhat suspicious, so after everyone had returned, he sought out Tian Ming in private.

The Blood Sacrifice Cult Master was sent flying dozens of meters by the impact, finally crashing heavily to the ground.

However, the shop belonged to the Jin family, and now that the master had arrived, he had no choice but to honestly report the situation to Jin You.

"I think Yuling looks even more like a ghost town than our Tongdu," someone sighed. Indeed, Tongdu was crawling with wandering spirits and corpses, yet they didn't use ghost-repelling talismans as decorations. Yuling, on the other hand, was practically dripping with black blood at the entrance, and inside, one could imagine rows of bell-ringing Taoists waiting to greet the guests.

She had once looked down on him, holding him in contempt from her high pedestal, but now, being treated this way by him, her sense of humiliation was particularly acute.

"Feng Jiayin, it’s been half a year. You haven't changed at all; you're still as beautiful as ever!" And just as shameless.

After three days, Gu Xijin faced the heavenly tribulation of the Nascent Soul. Only by barely enduring nine bolts of purple lightning did she manage to enter the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

That’s right, he had done something to wrong her, but he already knew he was wrong, and therefore, he refused to divorce her.

"Didn't you already see it last time? Why say such things, as if this is your first time looking," I said with a smile.

***

A few days later, she heard news that the Imperial Concubine had made a fool of herself. She had been wearing a veil all day, even when meeting the Emperor. When the Emperor tried to remove it, she refused, leading to a heated argument. The Emperor scolded her sharply and confined her to her quarters for half a month.

"Huan Chu’s personal guards have no past grievances or recent grudges against you. Why would they risk beheading just to frame you?" Xiang Kang asked with a sneer.

Since Huairou and Shen Lang were also going, Ciren Wangjie had no choice but to bring out a steed he hadn't ridden in a long time. Shen Lang refused the motorcycle offered by Ciren Wangjie and instead vaulted onto the back of the horse.

Though it was said to be for the child, this night-luminescent pearl, the size of an infant's fist, was clearly a gift tailored to her own tastes.

To reach the top of any industry, especially a manufacturing company, in such a short time—Guo Guangchang understood exactly how difficult that was.

We must think of a way, but the zombies outside have already surrounded us, and one of them is already dangerously close.

Yun Ying frowned. As expected, this was very tricky; it seemed he could not easily make contact with the opponent's dagger.

Cang Song was, after all, a veteran Demon Hunter. He seemed to have anticipated Yun Ying’s sudden sneak attack, so he manipulated the gravitational field around him, allowing his body to fly sideways as rapidly as a pellet shot from a slingshot.

While speaking, Xue Shaobai channeled his inner energy. As the energy swirled within him, he leaped into the air, charging toward the Golden Thunder Centipede in the distance.