Chapter 27: Xiang Yu: Those Who Have Suffered the Humiliation of Crawling Between Legs Are Not Fit to Stand Beside Me

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Of course, what made Ma Dabiao happiest was that after completing this project, he would be able to earn at least two million. That was what truly delighted him.
"Silk-Luo Heavenly Sword Formation!" the black-faced old man roared, injecting a mid-grade fire-attribute spirit stone into the very center of the sword formation simultaneously.
Hearing this, Chen Xiang'er was happy at first, but a hint of worry immediately appeared on her forehead.
The Guardian had clearly modified North Waste Village; the terrain here was concave. As Xu Zhe and his group walked into the hollow, they were met not only with sharp arrows but also with rolling boulders.
Just as Wei Yan was about to leave, the former chubby repairman had already arrived at the door.
The sun was bright, and the weather had gradually improved. The biting chill of spring had faded, and people wearing short sleeves and shorts could be seen everywhere on the streets.
When Xu Zhe and the others had all crawled into the mouth of the Dragon Turtle, it closed its jaws. At the same time, Tong Ti said, "Grandpa Turtle, take us to the Holy Land." With a joyful roar, the Dragon Turtle slowly submerged into the seawater.
Although the man had nothing to do with him, he had been... regardless of whether it was out of guilt or morality, he wanted him to live.
"I really don't! I was just agonizing over this myself. However, Old Chen likely intends to keep this matter buried, so let's not bring it up again. Why bother mentioning a piece of trash and making everyone uncomfortable?" Lin Feng shook his head and said.
But life has no "what ifs." The tragic part was that she had discovered it, and her curiosity and doubts compelled her to unravel the mystery; otherwise, she feared she would never find peace.
The four old men were incredibly stubborn; they had decided to join forces to seize those two spots no matter what.

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Without a second thought, he blurted out, "I, this young master, would like to see who dares to compete with me for a beauty!" Once he finished speaking, Young Master Ma and the others cheered. Ye Xiao felt even more validated and had the madam of the house lead them to Yu Xiang's room.
At that moment, Sea Toad opened his crimson eyes—the very thing the Heart-Bathing Buddha Master least wanted to see. After he and Ye Shaoxuan rescued Qiu Li'er, they had sent them out of the City Lord's Seal.
How could one describe such beauty? Only a second ago, she had been as ordinary as anyone could be, yet in this moment, she seemed reborn.
Xue He was clearly surprised. The Lishan Sword Sect truly produced geniuses; besides Qiushan Jun and Gou Hanshi, there was actually another junior with such profound cultivation.
The best of the worst luck was that Luo Caiyu did not receive any rewards for advancing a step or two; she had accepted numerous rewards but remained stuck right before the finish line.
"Those who only know how to ambush from behind will never achieve anything great." To her, this was experience. No one who achieved greatness had never used underhanded tactics, but such things were corrosive to the soul. No one wanted to know that their leader had risen to power through base methods; the loss of face was too great to bear.
Feng Jiao touched her belly, her face full of grievance. She turned her head away, eyes brimming with tears, her voice choked. She said, "Forget it. Let's just say I was meddling." Ye Ning supported her, their eyes meeting. Both looked utterly frustrated, as if accusing Ye Meng of being biased and unable to distinguish right from wrong.
Cen Kexin suddenly felt a chill down her spine under her second brother's gaze. In truth, she was sometimes quite afraid of him, yet she also admired him, so she rarely acted spoiled in front of him.
The deceased died of asphyxiation caused by neck compression—simply put, the victim was strangled. No injuries sustained while alive or open wounds were found on the body. The victim was strangled by the killer, and the decapitation was merely to prevent others from discovering the victim's identity, which would lead to the killer's exposure.
Lucy was not boasting; whatever Chen Ying could give me, she could too, and she treated me much better than Chen Ying did.
In the Lingyu Continent, every grade of spiritual item corresponded to a specific level of cultivation. For instance, a Profound-grade low-level spirit talisman could match the attack of a Spirit Saint, while the power of a Profound-grade mid-level spirit talisman was already comparable to that of a Spirit Emperor.

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But the fatty thought about how he had watched the three of them get beaten up while he stood by, not sharing in their hardships. It didn't feel very decent.
Li Tianyi was overjoyed, naturally understanding what Yi Chuan meant, as this was the only weapon he had, and it was already damaged. He handed the sword to Yi Chuan.
The door was kicked open violently, and everyone raised their pistols. When I saw who it was, I quickly stopped them. It was Xiaoxiang Ke'er, covered in blood with several shocking wounds on her face.
Wu Yulin naturally took in his mother's disappointed expression. Judging by her reaction, she seemed to care deeply about Uncle He's affairs. Did this not mean that not only had Uncle He taken an interest in his mother, but his mother had also developed feelings for him?
I condensed a protective barrier and released Ning Shuang frost onto it, while simultaneously casting a shield for Qin Tian, hoping to negate the high temperature. The ice layer on the barrier melted in no time, but fortunately, the barrier itself could withstand some of the heat.
All this time, Wentian, perched on the peak of Dragon Spine Mountain, had maintained an attitude of indifference, as if the world's affairs did not concern him.
However, at this moment, Duan Zhong had no time to think. He grabbed out suddenly, snatching up several bricks and tiles to block his face. With a crisp "bang," the bricks and tiles turned to powder. Under the cover of the debris, the direction of the iron claw shifted, slamming directly into Duan Zhong's chest.