Day 38: Nothing to think about.

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The webbing between her thumb and index finger on her left hand had split open, blood welling from the wound. She clenched her fist, pressing down to keep the blood from dripping. If the family were wealthy—never mind tens of millions or hundreds of millions, even just a few million—her mother wouldn't be losing sleep or appetite over a lost hundred-yuan note. "I’ve been too busy with work and neglected you, so you’re unhappy and angry." The fabricated explanation sounded like a soft coaxing. He was a businessman through and through; the moment someone exceeded their value to him, he would discard them without a shred of sentiment. In this training, Meng Yao and Xue Yang excelled; every time they trained together, they were the first to pass. With their sharp minds and keen sensitivity to the nuances of human nature, they required little effort to guide. She recalled that when she and Shen Wang first met, they had exchanged numbers, but after their falling out, she had promptly added him to her blacklist. The third-rate girls here were battle-hardened veterans, undressing without the slightest hint of coyness or pretense. "Don't be shy!" Zhao Mu was now handling things with ease; he was, in fact, a veteran player himself. The Extraordinary Knight Valhan, having retreated into the city, had no time to rest before rushing to the battlements. He chased down three rampaging werewolves in succession, only to turn back and see that the city gate had already been breached. Seeing Furina up close, Ye Yan understood even better why she had successfully posed as the Hydro Archon for five hundred years without being discovered. Sensing something amiss and fearing Qin Xin might say too much, Tie Ming pulled her away. They wove through the crowd of cheering onlookers like a pair of heroes. When the General heard them say the blue light was Master Zhuo, a chill crawled up his spine. Hearing of the intent to seek revenge against the Sui Kingdom made his heart tighten, yet as a general, he had responsibilities he could not shirk. Even though the night was cold, Gu Niannian seemed not to feel it. She sat in a rattan chair, staring at the dagger in her hands, a demonic smile slowly spreading across her face—they were all things that deserved to die.

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"Uncle, you don't need to thank me for this matter; it was all Mu Chen's effort. I just acted as an intermediary." Chen Shaoxuan was commanding his team to attack the Tianhe-1 fighter jets when he unexpectedly spotted Lu Haitang walking freely in outer space. Amidst the hail of gunfire, it was incredibly dangerous, so he dialed her number directly from the command room phone. Murong Shegui had allocated 1,700 households for Murong Tuyuhun to manage. After Shegui passed away, his legitimate son, Murong Hui, succeeded as Chanyu. Conflict arose between them, and Tuyuhun eventually led his people to migrate west of Longshan. Xuan replied with a murmur and sat across from Ning Ling, the two eating in silence. In truth, Xuan was so drowsy he couldn't taste anything, mechanically shoveling food into his mouth before setting down his bowl and chopsticks. In the warm, yellow-hued bun shop, twelve tables and chairs were neatly arranged, half-filled with diners. Steam rose from the bamboo steamers and the bowls on the tables, making the shop cozy and inviting; eating there was a true pleasure. Afterward, the two men busied themselves around her for a long time, only this time, they tied her back to the bed. "Yosh! You, go grab a few more!" Kikuchi Renjie barked at Xiang Xing. He had no choice but to send Xiang Xing, as the Chief of Staff was occupied with other matters. During the previous battle, the two clan elders of the Jiangwu tribe, both at the fifth-grade level, had performed worse than ordinary warriors, failing to contribute anything at all. Whether it was the solemnity of the ceremony or not, after Chu He and Jiang Wei became sworn brothers, he felt an odd, newfound closeness to Jiang Wei, which made Chu He feel guilty about his own sordid thoughts. Bo Jin and Hai Song naturally ignored such rumors; whether they spent ten thousand, one million, ten million, or a hundred million on their wedding was their own business. As long as they felt warmth and happiness, that was what mattered most. At noon, they ate packed beef pancakes on the road and boiled some water, only to have half the pot claimed by some nobles resting nearby. However, the two were reasonable enough to gift Liu Sangeng a flask of strong liquor in gratitude. Bo Jin had always been clear about Hai Song's schedule, and Hai Song complied fully with her arrangements. Once the departure time was set, they naturally moved on to discussing travel logistics like hotel bookings. The old man looked quite elderly, at least eighty, yet strangely, he had a full head of black hair, no different from a middle-aged man; it was hard to tell if he had dyed it.

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A large, green-skinned lizard lay on the threshold, sleeping soundly as if it were a common dog, completely unbothered by the world. Having consecutively won the Australian Open and the French Open, Jiang Fengyan had completed more than half of his miraculous journey. The sword spirit of the Embroidered Sword still lacked a vast number of life souls to recover, but once these mindless demon-kind perished, their life souls ceased to exist. Even with Ling Tian’s secret arts, he could sense nothing. Of course, the core difference between the Yuxu, Shangxu, and Taixu realms lay not in the thresholds, but in the mastery of their application. At the exit of the Beast-Trapping Palace, Elder Dai Wufen stared at the changes on the water mirror, her heart truly shaken. If he could resolve this hurdle safely, unifying the Tianxuan lands in the future would be no problem, and no one would dare stand in his way. "Then do you know what to do if you are separated from me and happen to run into Shen Nongzi?" the Sect Ancestor asked, his tone dropping. Currently, Liu Yi held twenty percent of Xingchen Technology's shares in his own name, while the rest were managed through various maneuvers and registered under several investment companies. In most cases, it was a matter of one being willing to hit and the other being willing to take the beating! After all, it takes two to tango. In another match on the martial arts stage—specifically in the very center of the vast grounds—the space was so immense that multiple matches could be held simultaneously by dividing the area.