Chapter 40: Just Tell Me If It's Dead Or Not

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The instance channel froze for a second, and then messages flooded in like a stream.
"What? Holy crap, am I hallucinating?"
"How long has it even been, and the progress is already at 100%? I've been sweating and grinding, running around in circles and I'm only at 56%!"
"The key point is their nicknames! King, Call Me Mountain Patrol and X—the top two in the entire region are in this same party!"
"Are the big shots out of the instance yet? If you haven't left, please carry us!"
"Big shot @KingCallMe..."
Sakata Gintoki simply watched their expressions as they roared with laughter yet struggled to contain it, watched them express their genuine, unpretentious appreciation for this show with heartfelt applause, and watched them fall into a dilemma over which side they ought to support.
Come to think of it, that young man on the stage seemed somewhat familiar. His name was Su Nan, right? It appeared he had also written a song, and just the other days he had dominated the trending searches on Weibo and other apps.
After a flurry of chaotic noises, two executioners were killed on the spot, while the third executioner was hit head-on and knocked backward by a shield guard's shield, losing his footing.
You probably aren't familiar with my buddy's peculiar temperament—bah, bah, bah—my buddy's personality, are you?
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After the street racing ended, everyone went fishing and had a meal together. Then Ye Hansheng proposed going camping, and he had already prepared the camping gear and had someone deliver it. Except for me, everyone seemed thrilled. I wanted to go back home, but I had no idea how to bring it up to Ji Tingyu.
Having realized the extraordinary nature of the cold flood dragon, Xia Zixuan turned sharp-eyed and approached the matter with utmost seriousness. He continuously executed the Heavenly Void Steps to evade the cold flood dragon's attacks. His advantage in speed allowed him to dodge the creature, while at the same time, his fists rained blows consecutively upon the cold flood dragon's entire body in an attempt to find its weak spot.
Upon leaving Emperor, Cui Yingli's unsightly expression smoothed out. With an inscrutable gaze directed at the place she had just come from, she took out her phone and uttered five words: "The fish has taken the bait." Only then did she return to Emperor.
My words were heavy with jealousy, something even I could perceive. Upon hearing them, however, Ye Hansheng merely raised an eyebrow. A curve of a smile touched the corner of his lips as he reached out to hook my chin, but I forcefully turned my head away to prevent him from touching me.
When An Ruoran finally woke up, it was already the next day. As she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Leng Dianchen's figure.
After all, if Zheng Zha were to leak anything related to the Main God Space here, he would be instantly eradicated.
Qian Anmin, the mayor of Xuangling City, always wore a smiling expression. Anyone who locked eyes with him would be filled with a sense of peace and reassurance, as if the country were prosperous and the people at peace.
Having just formed this thought, he stood up, picked up his jacket from the back of the chair, and headed to the parking lot.
"Ye Mianmian, you can pack up and be discharged from the hospital today. These are the precautions for after discharge." Lan Ziqing handed the documents in his hand to Ye Mianmian.
He thought of a metaphor: if Balotelli was world-class below the neck, Chu Chao was world-class above the ankles.
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This time, the photograph showed three children, their bodies wrapped in bandages, accompanied by severe injury certificates issued by the doctor.
The people downstairs looked at Ye Mianmian's glowing, rosy complexion and could figure out with their toes alone what had happened between the two of them in that room.
Two team captains suffered mental trauma, a promising newcomer slated to be a captain's substitute was alienated and defected, coupled with the casualties from the previous explosion... The organization truly did a marvelous job this time.
The Misty Sect had far more than just Ye Zhi; there were others as well, responsible for the overarching order of the Southern Ridge Immortal Dynasty.
The worry on Xia Liufeng's face vanished. He had already made his move the instant Wei Xiazheng landed; if the brocade-robed man had descended to deliver a finishing blow, Xia Liufeng would have sent Wei Xiazheng off directly.
The internal primal motivation was insufficient, and the foreshadowing was lacking, so it fell far short compared to the running segment.
The giant python seemed somewhat irritated. It was deeply resentful that something was disturbing it just as it was about to enjoy its meal. Therefore, it shook its head once more, and ruthlessly slammed the short sword down toward the ground.
After a short while, Zhao Ming cleared away the accumulated snow and scurried back into the house, just in time for his mother to finish cooking the meal.
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