Chapter 23

"I am the flagship; I have given much, but it was my duty," the wife said, handing over the equipment core to Chang Fei. "Wait! Let me hold you for a moment," Wen Jing whispered, quietly embracing Chang Fei with her face pressed against his abdomen. Chang Youwei suddenly understood but still happily took her two sisters-in-law's hands, chasing after her brother Chang Fei. Facing a Supreme Realm powerhouse, Yun Feiyang didn't count on using frenzied techniques or legal means to defeat him. More and more contestants boarded the duel stage, believing that as long as they advanced in the first round, their ranking didn't matter. "I don't allow men to stay in my room unless they're my boyfriend," Sibelle said seriously, staring into my eyes. "Without those two scouts, it could have been your archbishop who got bitten to death. You should kneel and kowtow to her, understand?" I seethed with anger, grabbing Sloat by the collar and yanking him close, roaring through gritted teeth. At that moment in Red Fire City, everyone saw the high-profile return of Second Master Zhang; they knew he'd captured Zhang Qiulai again—it wasn't the first time, so they'd grown numb to it. With a loud crash, Hong Wu's fist smashed into Yan Zhengxiong's chest, sending him flying several meters. For someone with basic medical knowledge, Su Ming could roughly guess the ingredients of the so-called "Holy Water of Life" after taking a sip. "Brother, the hospital called!" Pei Yu had just stepped out of his room when Shen Weilai appeared at the door, pretending to knock. "It's not your lover, so why are you so nervous?" Lu Mo tugged at Wolf Baby's beard, snorting. Once, he never thought any fairy could catch his eye. He believed there was no celestial being who could stir his heart. The service staff's laziness, the lobby's lack of elegance and comfort, and the harsh lighting all made her frown. The two met without words, the atmosphere awkward. Qian Qian glanced at the medicine in his hand, then lowered her head to leave, but Yan Chengqian called out, "Where did I hurt you? Does it hurt?" Her heart ached at his simple words. Unexpectedly, this woke her; upon waking, he pretended to still be asleep, closing his eyes and slipping back into slumber. Qian Qian rubbed her eyes, saw he was still asleep, and immediately withdrew her hand. Under Fang Cheng's perception, clusters of Cuiqing seeds floated on the edges of certain stars, brimming with immense vitality. "It's okay, I'll just run a couple of laps around the compound," Ling Mo said as he sat up, his muscular back showing fine scratches. She stepped out of the elevator, looking around in confusion. This was a high-end residential area, with cars everywhere and no buses in sight; she waited half an hour before catching a taxi. In the blink of an eye, they reached the top of South Mountain. The crane slowly landed, bending its legs to lower the person on its back to the ground. Li Jian'an didn't open fire because the prisoners had correctly recited their secret code, dispelling the previous complexities—perhaps they truly were escaped POWs from the Japanese camp. Marine plants are the "green oases" of the ocean world, creating natural pastures that nourish fish, shrimp, crabs, shellfish, sea beasts, and providing humans with natural green foods. "He said, 'Don't do business with the Shousui people; no amount of money will make us sell to you,'" Xu Peng replied truthfully. But the next second, Zhan Heng forcefully pushed the boat into the sea, stabbing the inflatable boat with his fruit knife as he removed the plug. Although she had agreed to get up, Xu Zhiyi's body clung to the warmth of the blanket, showing no signs of moving. Xu Feng's speed as a prison warden was noticeably slower, though his attacks were stronger, his body restrained in place. Chen Yang took her back, not to Guanlan Mansion, but to the even more upscale Tangchen Yipin. On Jiangchao Road, cars lay scattered like toppled blocks, collisions everywhere, debris littering the ground. Gu Chao leaned on his hands, tidying Song Qingge's hair by her temples, his fingers brushing her smooth, delicate cheeks, feeling a softness that softened his heart. The supreme god of the Mountain Dama people was "Jiama Bu," who lived in heaven as the protector of all life. However, the Mountain Dama people did not regard Jiama Bu as a creator, nor did they believe the world had a beginning or could be created. Additionally, Shinii's elder brother was the commander of the largest mercenary group in Hrode, nicknamed "Highland War God." Qin Lang's master was from the Taoist sect's Sanyimen, whose divination skills could read people, observe the heavens, probe the mysteries of the universe, and foresee life and death, a supreme art. The precious magic core was vital to Yan Xu, but the silver dragon disdainfully ignored it, letting it gather dust in the mud. "Alright, I can go with that," Ah Man nodded agreeably. She thought to herself, it's just moving a chess piece underground. As long as the tyrant can sleep, she didn't mind. Some people asked where Li Manjun's family had made their fortune, others inquired about the price of water heaters, the commotion as lively as a market. Spain's formation withdrew, France's pressed forward, leaving the French rear defense wide open. In this life, her elder brother had fallen in love with her first, a surreal sense of happiness that sometimes made her doubt her own reality. Just as Oda Maehara was about to slip away secretly, the fierce voice of Ougi Hanae suddenly reached his ears. They would go all out to help him, to assist him until their lives were spent. As for Shou Shou Cheng... he narrowly escaped, reappearing in another direction. "Hehe, naturally. With Master Tan Taiwan by his side, the restoration of the Kirin clan is just around the corner," Liang Bo said with a twinkle in his eye. After a five-minute break, a "beep" signaled the start of the second half.