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Yin Ling only then noticed that Bai Qianhui was sitting beside her, and that the garment covering her belonged to him.

Just like Tokiomi Tohsaka that morning, it was the normal reaction one ought to have as a magus.

Bai Qianhui knew that no explanation would be of any use this time. Yet his sharp gaze, stern expression, and intimidating presence were enough to silence everyone there, leaving no one daring to say another word.

The Xie family was currently enjoying a honeymoon period with the Lin family in Yanjing. Lin Chuanyan had kept a close eye on the arrangements for members of the Xie family's special bloodline, and Xie Mingzhi was the most outstanding member of the third generation, so Lin Chuanyan paid particularly close attention to him.

In other words, Yanyu would either have to enter the Crown Princess Selection Tournament as well, or conceal her identity and hide in some remote countryside far from the imperial capital, living alone for the rest of her life.

“Wu, little sister, I’m sorry. I...” The anger he was desperately suppressing, combined with his urgent desire to resolve the matter while still putting on a genuinely apologetic appearance, turned Zuo Zitao’s face liver-purple. His breathing grew rapid, and he wavered indecisively.

Archer’s crimson eyes, however, were filled with disdain and a sense of superiority, like those of a god standing above humanity.

Lin’an County, the county seat. The front courtyard of the Fang family residence. Inside the operations room of the Japanese headquarters, Nakagawa and several Japanese officers stood before a sand table depicting the military situation in western Hebei. Japanese flags, light-gray flags representing the Eighth Route Army, and blue flags representing the Nationalist army were planted across it.

Chen Yuchen struck first. The coiling dragon staff whistled through the air as he swung it, and with a fierce shout, he slammed the long staff into the open jaw of the Azure-Blue Python. With a loud crack, one of the python’s teeth was knocked free.

They could not understand how Li Si possessed such terrifying power. It had far exceeded their imagination, and he had now realized that these people were frightening beyond measure—nothing like ordinary humans, with whom they could not possibly compare.

The distance was too great, and the street too noisy to hear anything. But judging from the way he glared and furrowed his brows, he seemed to be arguing with someone.

When Yudie awoke, it was already the following day. The moment she saw the unfamiliar surroundings, her first instinct was to run.

“This? The style is a little old-fashioned, isn’t it?” Lu Mingfei unfolded the clothes Angers had handed him and examined them.

She was actually Hu San’s younger sister. At the thought of Hu San and that name, I could not help lowering my head. I had not seen him in many years.

Even if they had not rented a place with Su Ye, the five of them would have rented a villa on their own. Fifty points a day was not particularly expensive for them; divided among them, it came to only ten points per person.

Chen Wanqing was not angry about being asked for money. What infuriated her was the performance put on by Chen Zhiyuan and Liu Xue, singing the same tune in perfect unison.

Li Feng’s globe had been treated as a treasure by the old Taoists of Qingyun Abbey, so it had remained there. All he had with him was this flat map, which he used while pointing things out and explaining the continents and oceans of the world.

Director Akadula nodded repeatedly. A trace of hope had just risen in Lu Mingfei’s heart when he suddenly remembered that the director was an Arab.

Upon the walls of the holy city of Camelot, Su Ye looked down at the white-bearded man standing amid the ruins, the Cloud-Cutting Blade in his hand, and spoke.

After landing beside Artoria, Su Ye waved his hand and summoned a gale, dispersing the thick stench of blood.

“Separate, damn it! All of you, get lost and go home!” Wenren Liang roared again at the people around him. He knew whom he had beaten this time, and he also knew he could not remain there much longer, because he was impersonating a member of the student council.

Tribulation clouds and lightning appeared above Bai Bing’s private residence. That could only mean Bai Bing was undergoing her tribulation. Yet Ye Tongxuan could not understand it at all. Hadn’t Bai Bing gone to participate in the Heaven-Mending Plan? Why had she appeared at Yingxue Manor at a time like this?

Not long afterward, Lu Jing awoke from his coma and stared blankly at his surroundings. He had lost his recent memories and therefore could not understand why he was lying there.

With a wave of my hand, Ku Pu appeared before me, meeting the gaze of Huan Ji, who was standing at my side.

“Chu Xinran, you got injured and took leave right after the semester started. I’ve noticed that you’ve really loved getting hurt over the past six months. What on earth have you been doing?” one of Chu Xinran’s classmates asked.

When Liu Ying heard this, she assumed he was embarrassed to have dinner alone with her, so she also invited her two best friends and Dong Lei’s group.

Perhaps my gaze had been too intense, or perhaps her senses were unusually sharp. In any case, Bai Yu discovered me.

Because Li Xunzhuo was not a man of the official world and spent most of his time traveling outside, no one would think it strange if he left with his entire family. He could then use the illness of the clan leader in his hometown of Luyang as an excuse. Even if the city guards asked questions, they would not make things too difficult for him.

“My surname is Shen. You may call me Eunuch Shen.” The middle-aged eunuch spoke with exceptional kindness.

Xiahua could only twitch the corner of her mouth, a head full of black lines. Since when had she gotten a boyfriend? Why did she not know anything about it herself? And, Auntie, was that coy, bashful expression of yours really appropriate?

“Ah! In that case, forgive me. Clang, clang, clang.” The ghost-path cultivators took out a bell and shook it repeatedly at Bai Lan and Chen Lin.

This was because the two of them had already become invisible through visual deception, while their scent, movements, and every other trace had been completely concealed.

“Hard to say. But although I can’t defeat him, I should be able to kill him.” The henchman behind him remained expressionless.

In truth, Qin Shousheng very much wanted to intervene, so that he could show Zi Tong how righteous he was.

“What do you want with me?” Leng Yichen asked as soon as he entered. He calmly pulled out the chair in front of the desk, sat down, and looked at the two of them.

As the Mechanical Tyrannosaurus transformed, more and more mechanical dinosaurs began transforming as well. Before long, nearly half of them had turned into cubes.

The others nodded. The group then stopped shaking the Soul-Shaking Bells. The things consumed magical power and were extremely useless; continuing to shake them would be no different from committing suicide.

The divine race’s memories were nothing but illusions, capable of being manipulated at will. The divine beings who emerged had never intended to return alive from the very beginning.

Wei Simei shot Lu Li a glance. It frightened him so badly that his heart nearly stopped. The killing intent in her eyes seemed almost tangible, and its icy, murderous chill nearly froze the air itself.

After Gu Ming announced that filming had wrapped, he felt as though the last trace of strength had been drained from his body. He found a chair and sat down.

At those words, I suddenly remembered that, before confronting me, he really had shown a brief flash of surprise.

But judging from the scene before us, together with the terrifying crater left by the enormous underground-penetrating missile halfway up the mountain, it was almost certain that no one below had survived.

She placed her son Yuanyuan on the wool blanket and sat down. Her face was worn with exhaustion; even her hair was coarse, with dry, yellowed ends.