145. Mother of Another Race

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Chu Li nodded; from the melody, it was clear that Xiao Shi had glimpsed the truth of life and death, accepted reality, and no longer feared death. Xuan Ye's relentless barrage of insults truly left Yang Luo at a loss for words. Wanting to respond, he felt disgusted by the previous lesson; yet not replying meant enduring a barrage of 21st-century curses and salutes at his age. Although Princess Anfu was formidable in martial prowess and divine power, she was no match for him—merely brute strength, lacking the tactics and cunning that are the true sources of power. Zhou Zheng shook his head. He glanced at the Miami bench, where the Sharks, dressed in suits, sat surrounded by a motley crew of the old, weak, and infirm. Watching the middle-aged man, who was well-preserved despite being unconscious in Wang Qian’s grasp, Wang Zheng nodded slightly. However, Zhou Zheng did not give her this chance; from afar, he extended his hand politely to shake hers. With the style of the Zhen Lord’s warriors, a desperate charge of forty thousand cavalry was not beyond their capabilities. This vast, flat desert had no terrain restrictions, allowing the cavalry to sweep forward like a tidal wave. “I will win this match for you,” Rajan Rondo said firmly to KG, clenching his fist. Indeed, it proved effective today. Despite Jiang Han and Wu Qing’s official reports, written in ornate style, describing the dire state of Lingzhou, neither the emperor nor the crown prince showed urgency. I have a feeling this incident is entangled with Zhang Youze in some way I have yet to unravel—we had a falling out. “This should help a bit…” she muttered to herself, hugging the cool iron box, curling up under the covers with her eyes closed. “Yes!” Compared to Daklas, the Scorpion Tail was utterly weak! Zhuoma would definitely choose Daklas—no question about it. “So what? He’s just the director of a major newspaper; does he really want to stir up a big storm?” came Xia Haoyu’s voice. She suspected Nie Wei had no real prospects and was trying to latch onto her; although secretly pleased, Shen Roujia showed no outward sign.

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Wen Yao had intended to talk more with Gu Yu, harboring many heartfelt words, but whenever the chance arose, Jin Feng would glare at him like a vigilant guard, his fierce expression screaming, “Stay away from my wife.” A surge of battle intent rose within Xiao Yun’s heart, bursting forth with a sharp aura that pierced the sky, causing nearby disciples to tense, watching him warily as if facing a formidable enemy. The sea where the cruise ship was anchored was over ten meters deep; the darkening sky and relentless storm rendered all underwater activity completely invisible. “Do you have any objections?” Qin Shi Huang raised an eyebrow at Li Zhishi’s expression, not angry but inquisitive. Entering the True Martial Secret Realm at the Body Refinement stage was tantamount to courting death; seeking spiritual herbs was futile. Tang Xiaoxiao said nothing; he was merely joking with Fan Yanyan, who was shrewd and had already calculated exactly how much money Fan owed him—not a penny less. Zheng Haoxuan suddenly stood, halting the other’s steps, his clenched fist barely a millimeter from the opponent. The staff produced several IOUs and placed them on the table; the issuers were indeed that beverage company, dated last year, seemingly genuine. Xuanyuan Yeyan eagerly pledged his blood and slipped the ring onto the ring finger of his left hand. “You may report this to the police, but let me remind you: you have no evidence. How do you expect to file a report?” Gu Fei supported Yuan Ailing, clearly sensing her emotions teetering out of control. But by the time they realized this, it was too late—A Jin was already bloodthirsty and would not stop unless everyone here lay on the ground. “Your Majesty, spare me! Spare me!” she crawled to Li Yunhao’s feet, her head pounding on the ground as she pleaded with a trembling voice. Ye Yufei’s mouth twitched slightly as she looked at Mo Li, silently asking, “Are you really her mother? Is that so? Is it?” Not being in the top ten was somewhat better; if it were truly top ten level, it would be nearly impossible to kill, and would only result in being counterattacked.

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Upon hearing this, Liang Rifei knew Wang Xuesong was a seasoned businessman, fond of beating around the bush and never truly negotiating in good faith, which irritated him. I watched anxiously; at that moment, Elder An gave me a comforting glance and nodded toward the bone sword in my hand, as if to say, all hope rested on this blade. At that time, Liu Wen intended to sit down, but he hastily grabbed her shoulder and roughly pulled her back, causing her to fall over right there. The black wolf approached the stray cat, barking several times; sure enough, the yellow cat meowed and followed the black wolf out. Hu Qingniu smiled mysteriously at Jordan; that creepy grin sent a chill down the old rogue’s spine. Had he been discovered? “The carving is fine.” Though somewhat insincere, Rafael knew this was the heartfelt sentiment of the people from Xitie Valley and did not want to dampen their enthusiasm. Of course, if the Four Great Families were determined, they could indeed block Lin Zhuo—but this would require calling upon their family reserves, something they reserved for crises and would not use lightly. “Why?” Zhou Lili, acting as the elder sister, immediately questioned, reaching out to shield Zhuangzhuang behind her. Dai Qinglian was very angry, not only because the Fifth Tingyun was bullied but also because the three saplings she had planted in the Fifth Tingyun’s room were nearly destroyed by those people. Since her disguise had been exposed, Han Junsheng no longer bothered wasting words; he downed several drinks on the table, even the complimentary lemon water, then left in a huff after taking his last advantage. Upon hearing that Xiao Feng had been attacked and suffered a gunshot wound, Liu Yuehua and Wang Shishi quietly came to visit. After confirming Xiao Feng was unharmed, they left discreetly in the afternoon. Desolation remained, the land strewn with withered grass and strange stones; yet amidst the bleakness, a peculiar vitality thrived, tinged with a fierce killing intent—as if countless lives had been slaughtered, and within death, life was born.