Should we save him?

"Should we save the corpse?" Jiang Pan asked with a straight face, "I remember one of the mission objectives is to liberate the bride's soul."
As he spoke, Jiang Pan raised a hand to stroke his chin, pondering seriously, "I wonder if the groom counts as one of them."
"Tell me, why are they in such a rush to hold the wedding ceremony in the middle of the night?" Jiang Pan leaned against Chi You, looking thoroughly bewildered.
"What could it be for?" Jiang Pan added, nudging the person beside him with his elbow.
Luo Yiwei turned back with a smile to glance at Gu Junxi, who was seated, her eyes flashing with an unfathomable brilliance.
The wind blades of Canglan Valley were already formidable; once a vortex formed, unless one was a Deity Transformation cultivator, ordinary cultivators sucked into it would face certain death with no hope of survival.
I shook my head and said nothing of the sort. The long-legged girl finally let out a sigh of relief and said, "Well, if he knows, he knows. At least it saves the exhaustion of keeping it a secret from him."
Within the encampments of the two clans, under the protection of the Buddha's manifestation, hundreds of magical treasures soared into the air simultaneously, their spiritual lights flashing and creating an immense momentum for a time.
He could not help it, pressing closer into her embrace, his cheek glued to her body, unwilling to part for even a single second.
They only stopped when they heard the boss threaten to call the police, but the guy with the flattop hairstyle, still unwilling to let it go, rushed over, grabbed my hair, and punched me in the head several times.
My expression must have been quite ferocious at the time, as it frightened the boy with the messenger bag quite a bit, prompting him to nod hastily and say he wouldn't dare do it again.
An Ran could not help a chuckle in her heart. Where in this world could there be such a coincidence? So the crux of the matter lay right here. She could actually understand Zhao Jingyu's perspective; he was a superior, he cared about his pride, and he had to set an example. Even if he harbored any unsightly thoughts toward her, he could never let others find out.
Seeing me say this, the ruthless man did not press any further, saying he considered me a brother and that I should feel free to speak up if anything came up in the future.
A faint white light bloomed from the universe pouch, and behind the white light, a spatial realm vaguely manifested.
It was almost a slip of the tongue. After the words were already out, Su Wanniang suddenly realized what she had said. This was the first time she had ever acted impulsively.
Today, Ye Lingxi finally witnessed Chu Tianba's decisive and swift style; no wonder those bandits were all afraid of him.
"What if he is still unwilling?" Jing Xian thought for a moment, as if deliberately posing a difficult problem to Gao Shiman.
The attitude of the two elders served as the weather vane for the political and military circles in the capital. Without needing anyone's instructions, those people automatically took action against the families backing those five households.
Zizi's older sister really baffled me. I originally thought she was just a pampered slave, yet she actually possessed a pendant. This pendant was a token of the Cai family—though perhaps not as crucial as the Chen family's pendant, it was undoubtedly extraordinary, and yet it was given to a slave.
I saw it clearly: the cause and effect entwined around Sister Xuan was a blindingly intense ball of white light. That whiteness was just like the heavenly thunder summoned by Old Taoist Zhu! Dazzling and impossible to look at directly.
"Take me to find him." Li Ling was the host; let him go and slap some faces today. That was certainly better than her going out to lose face.
Having disposed of the man, Nalan Bing hurriedly ran back to the entrance of the secret passage, waking up the sissy and the other man respectively. Unfortunately, they had no idea who the executive was; they only knew that they all took orders from the Snow Palace—which was Madam Xue, the proprietorship of the "My Original City is Beautiful" establishment.
Meanwhile, three young men were seated within the grand hall. In the center of the hall were two rows of seats placed on either side. At this moment, a robust man wearing glistening light armor, looking much like a mercenary, sat on one side, while the other side was occupied by the slender figures of two men in their early twenties.
Seeing the elders stand up to welcome him, Liu Tian quickly waved his hand, releasing his martial energy instantly so that everyone could sit down once more.
As the Thunder Emperor spoke, how could the Ming Emperor not understand? Amidst so many eyes, the light of the sun was completely obscured. Liu Tian looked calmly at the Demon Emperor, completely ignoring Taler approaching from his side.
Continuous explosions resounded as the protective light barriers around the various arenas shattered one after another. The few protective barriers that had yet to shatter were also covered in cracks, resembling a candle in the wind, on the verge of bursting at any moment! Even the outermost, most heavily fortified hemispherical barrier swayed for a good while before finally steadying.