Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Woman in the White Dress—Ghost?

“If only I could help Sister Tao Zi.” Tang Xueying sighed. “Unfortunately, I can’t write songs.”
“Haha, your thoughtfulness is enough. Come on, let’s go upstairs and take a look.”
On the way home after Yan Xuan escorted Tang Xueying, she was still sighing about the matter.
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With a sudden side attack, Li Weiyang’s five fingers shot out like arrows toward Ning Wushang. As the latter prepared to counter, Li Weiyang swiftly changed his move, transforming his five fingers into a fist and striking at Ning Wushang’s chest.
Seeing this, I had no choice but to grab Wang Qian and run for our lives. At that moment, even Keyan wore a look of terror, screamed, and sprinted after me toward the parking lot entrance.
Several days later, they landed before a mountain peak. In front of them lay a black chain, about three meters wide. One end disappeared into the mountainside beneath their feet; the other was shrouded in white mist, stretching endlessly like a long bridge.
Following Tang Rao’s suggestion, before untying the Seven-Colored Dragon, Jixing first fed it a pill so it could recover its strength while waiting for the ropes and whips to be undone.
A day later, the towering walls of the imperial capital came into Soro’s view as he and Losma dismounted from the dragon. As for the dragon, Losma casually sent it off to play.
This time, they would mobilize all members of the Black Dragon Squad and all the top experts from the Smida nation.
Lin Yao’s expression was wooden. She realized that Ling Xiu was like an insurmountable mountain, leaving her with no hope of avenging her brother Lin Hai.
The mercenaries immediately broke into a commotion, though their voices were subdued, evidently cowed by the authority of the half-stone-armed man and not daring to be too loud.
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Chen Qingdi could never have known that his every move on the dance floor was being watched by a tall man named Zhao Wufu.
Riven was absolutely confident that she had mastered the technique “Soul-Shaking Roar” to the fifth transformation.
Unfortunately, something happened later that caused Yang Tianhe’s cultivation to slow down.
Yuzhibo Yousuke smiled, snatched the equipment from the streaming staff, and handed it to the three Yano brothers.
Asuma Sarutobi had no other thoughts; he simply wanted Yuzhibo Yousuke dead, preferably taking the entire Uchiha clan with him. After all, he knew that his father had long harbored such plans, so he might as well consider it a gift to his father.
Back in Luoyang Palace, Sima Yan had just caught his breath from the shock when he heard the displeasing news and kicked over several bronze tripods in his path.
I suppose my mother thought the same, otherwise this would be hard to accept. Although both are her sons, my return means the An Zhiyu who should exist at this moment vanishes. But if time was merely reversed and I only carried memories of the future, there would be no such frustration.
At last, the stone door opened halfway and slowly stopped. The three exchanged glances and stepped into the doorway together.
Zhao Zilong, unable to contain his anger, shoved the man to the ground and gave him a savage beating. By the time he was done, the man was bruised, missing teeth, his nose askew, several ribs broken, and his left eye destroyed—left barely clinging to life.
In fact, An Zhiyu wasn’t adept with current phones either. Having grown accustomed to advanced smartphones of the future, he found the present devices quite inconvenient to use.
Some only listened to her recount the story; even Sima Yan, perhaps annoyed by her endless complaints, simply suggested she go undercover in Chang’an.
As Chu Feng spoke, he was about to plunge inside, but the guard stepped forward, blocking his way.