Thirty-nine, thirty-nine.

Her gaze was cold, and her attitude toward him remained unchanged, only intensifying. Cen Kexin stared at Han Siyou without blinking, tears pooling in her eyes until they spilled down her cheeks.

In the City of the Abyss, where races were myriad, Shen Xingwuji had truly opened his eyes; here, humans were the ones who could be called the outsiders. However, when he saw a man strolling down the street with a swagger, and no one dared to provoke him, Shen Xingwuji was stunned.

As for Zhuge Qianxue, Gu Feifei, and the others, Liang Yan would surely have a way, so Li Zixiao did not say much more. Sometimes, saying too much could be counterproductive.

Just as the man in black was preparing for the final, ferocious onslaught, Li Zixiao suddenly spoke in an icy tone.

The airport exit was bustling with people. Even though Jiang Yiwei had filmed many similar scenes of ambiguity, perhaps because the person and the circumstances were different this time, she could clearly hear the beating of her own heart.

Cen Kexin sat in the car, gazing at the snowflakes outside the window, and suddenly felt a sense of melancholy as she thought of Cen Gang, who was recuperating in the hospital.

"As I am now, I no longer have a body broken and burdened; I no longer have the lonely misery of being all alone. I am no longer accompanied by those priceless yet agonizing medications, and I no longer have those ruthless parents who could drive me to my death."

"Hello, yes?" Qian Qiyue steadied her somewhat agitated voice before answering the phone.

Huaisang sat, looking at the Soul-Gathering Pot on the table. Inside was a wisp of Baili Hange’s soul. She had obtained the soul, yet she knew no method to restore Baili Hange’s physical body.

Cheng Qing had always been well-liked. Whether in school, outside, or even in society at large, Cheng Qing was never meant to be a lonely person.

Having disposed of those five flies, Fang Yun flew toward the imperial capital of the Black Forest Empire.

Accompanying this ancient voice, a streak of silver lightning, shimmering with a blue glow and leaving trails of afterimages, suddenly appeared in the sky.

After much thought, Qingguang felt some regret. He shouldn't have been "indifferent to the world," thinking his physical form was inconsequential and failing to take the matter to heart.

After communicating repeatedly with the production team, they ensured there would be no more reckless editing, like cutting footage of an upset stomach into "solid proof of pregnancy."

That day, Liu Lizhong brought good news to Feng Tiandong: he had figured out the purpose behind Diao Yifeng’s investigation into Gu Huai’s household registration.

After all, the Jiangnan region was of vital importance to the realm, and the competition between various factions was at its fiercest there. With the Ministry of Justice stepping in, it would help the imperial court gain easier control over tax revenue.

Like everyone else, Feng Zhou did not want to die. He felt his time to strive had been too short, and he hadn't taken good care of himself; he hadn't even started a family. To leave like this was truly filled with unwillingness.

Although the Triceratops was a herbivore, it certainly wouldn't allow a strange animal to approach it. If he did so, it would surely incite the Triceratops' rage.

Seeing this, the greasy middle-aged dwarf uncle wore a fawning smile and began to heap praise upon Zhao Junting, who stood to the side.

Xiao Zhenwei was already so anxious he was scratching his ears and cheeks. Before Xiao Yanshan could finish his sentence, he impatiently pressed for an answer.

At this moment, many people looked at Xu Fang with a bit more wariness. How could this guy be so wealthy and imposing?

"Hmph, don't look at whose son he is. Can your son compare to mine?" Mei Ruyan said, looking smug.

Was this difficulty a bit too high? But if this wasn't what he meant, then what could he possibly mean?

They dodged repeatedly, but it was to no avail; the power of that palm was too formidable, exceeding the scope of what they could withstand. Even if they were to deploy their imperial weapons, it would be too late.

The Blood Skull was undoubtedly the most troublesome assassin organization in the entire Daoist world. Once a mission was accepted, even the employer could not cancel it at will. This was already quite problematic, but if one were to kill a member of the Blood Skull, it would become an irreconcilable, life-or-death vendetta.

"Haha, well said. They must kneel down and kowtow three times!" the Three-Legged Golden Crow added coldly.

Zhuo Feifan let out a hearty laugh, and the noble, upright spirit of Confucianism surged to meet the attack. When the Blood-Devouring Great Palm Print collided with that righteous aura, it was like ice meeting flame, melting away the greater part of it, leaving the remainder with little force.

In the days that followed, Guaibo attracted new celebrities, and the platform’s momentum soared.

Less than an hour later, two avian creatures appeared above Golden Blade Valley. Judging by their trajectory, they had flown from the direction of the Dripping Water Temple. After circling half a turn in the air, they descended together.

Thinking this, Meng Weipo changed into a dark gray suit, combed his hair neatly, and put on an expensive yet understated watch. Before leaving, he hesitated for a moment, abandoned his flashy sports car, and chose a business sedan instead. Now, he was fully prepared.

By now, it was past eight in the morning. He went back to greet Bai Xuemei before heading to Zhao Biting’s home to pick her up.

Whenever these branches needed assistance, the headquarters would send staff to provide support.

The so-called South Sea was a body of water near Ningfeng Town in the far south, where there were countless shrimp and crabs. Conversely, there was no shortage of unknown dangers lurking in the sea.

The outcome of this medical duel signified that a winner had been decided between Chen Fan and Qiao Xinrou.

As long as he used Wan Family Real Estate to align himself with Meng Jie, it would be enough to build a bridge and meet that legendary grandmaster martial artist.

Yet she still felt it wasn't enough, even beginning to strap bundles of cash around her waist.

Qi Rufeng sighed and waved his hand, saying, "Sigh, don't mention it. Ever since I came to this human realm, I can't sleep well nor sit in peace." With that, he picked up the tea on the table and drained it in one gulp.

A year ago, his master had passed the Profound Peak Technique to his eldest disciple, and fearing he would be distracted by trivial matters and neglect his cultivation, he ordered him to go to Shanyue Cave for secluded training.

Ji Jiang led everyone around the iron mine to a fork in the road; the deeper they went, the surprisingly flatter the terrain became.

Most of the demon tribe’s troops were beast-kind, and those who came to march were all carnivorous. Herbivorous demons could never appear on the battlefield unless it was a war of extinction, perhaps only then would the bloodlust within their bodies be ignited.

Feng Jinglan’s gaze fell upon the tooth marks there, her eyes softening. She couldn't help but touch her heart, and through the thin fabric, she could vaguely feel a hard object.

Perhaps because so much time had passed, the resentment he should have felt had long since vanished; speaking of these things was equivalent to telling a story.

"Your Highness, look, this Baili Yi is a star of misfortune. He fears no one and is capable of any outrageous act. Furthermore, besides the Prince Regent himself, he listens to no one."