Vomiting Blood

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An SSS-class battleship, the absolute pinnacle of the entire universe. Across the cosmos, there were only eight vessels of this tier.
"This king knows what is in your heart, Bing'er. You and I are still young, and there will be plenty of opportunities for heirs in the future. Yet you are so weak that you recklessly took in heavy medicinal supplements. As the saying goes, haste makes waste; if this were to leave behind any lingering ailments, wouldn't the losses outweigh the gains?" Seeing the faint trace of blood still at the corner of her lips, Gu Lingwen instinctively wanted to reach out and wipe it away.
"It has been a long time, yet the noble consort has lost none of her allure. No wonder she is so deeply favored by the Prince." Madam Mo beamed like a spring breeze. Her attire and styling were no different from usual, save for a new hair clasp that lent her a refreshing and novel aura.
Xuyuan Group had long monopolized Xusheng's promotional sector, and Zhou Huaichen offered no obstruction whatsoever, letting the news spread without limit.
"Miss? What's wrong?" Seeing her spout such eloquent and flowery language, the young gentleman asked with a trace of worry.
Just then, the sunlight shifted, casting its light directly upon Luo Jiangyang's corpse, making it look as though he had been draped in a majestic and awe-inspiring cloak.
His right arm had undergone the perfect baptism of dragonification. The strength in Lin Beichen's entire right arm was immense, far exceeding that of Zhao Zhexuan, a thirty-seventh-rank agility-type soul master. If not for the decent defense provided by the blue snake scales covering Zhao Zhexuan's body, that previous punch would have sent him flying far more than just ten meters back.
The abyssal demonic roe before them clearly had four eyes, could speak human language, and with every gesture caused the very heavens and earth to change color. It was unquestionably a high-level demonic beast of the Great Demon tier.
However, as the saying goes, one cannot judge a book by its cover, just as the sea cannot be measured with a peck. Therefore, I kept my eyes fixed firmly on him.
After his father's death, he was left with more than thirty million in savings, a villa valued at over four million, and a car worth over two million.
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"Sigh!" Su Mu let out another sigh, looking toward Tang Chen. His gaze had changed, becoming noticeably sharper, as if silently warning of something.
Without any communication, these two creatures, which belonged to no natural predator-prey relationship, began to slaughter each other fiercely within this massive pit. The hissing of the snake-people and the rustling scurry of the scorpion-creatures carried far into the distance, audible and clear to the two demon kings high above, as well as Long Xingyu and Ouyang Fu in the sky.
Seeing that fellow actually pull down the zipper of his trousers with a dramatic "shwiiip," Xiao Feng felt even more horrified. Ten burly men rushed forward, enthusiastically playing the roles of accomplices! This time, Xiao Feng was truly enraged. Back in the day when he ruthlessly slapped Old Ka across the face, he hadn't been this furious.
When Zhao Shisong received the phone call from Ye Fei, he did not appear overly surprised. After all, being a veteran agent, he still had to put on a calm facade on the surface. Having already received the news that Ye Fei had been ambushed and died in the line of duty, he simply needed some time to adjust to this sudden resurrection from the dead.
Chen Hang nodded. He was no longer that powerful syndicate boss from the Northeast; he had now become prey in the eyes of various prominent families. If he fell into the hands of those people, even wanting to die might be a luxury.
"This?" Dong Yi had no idea how to explain it. When he first started pulling those ghosts out of the Seven-Star Coffin and learned that this fellow was the King of the Moonzhi, he himself found it hard to believe.
An attendant pulled open the door, and a heavily built Japanese man in his thirties, standing around one hundred and eighty centimeters tall, walked in. This fellow had thick eyebrows and large eyes, exuding a mighty, overwhelming aura of boldness. At a glance, he was clearly a man of immense passion and principle.
"Chief, I heard you're leaving tomorrow, is that right?" It was evident that Zhuang Lian's mood at the moment was far from good either. To be honest, Xiao Feng's departure was truly a massive loss for their Flying Eagle Company.
Pity she pleaded guilty too late, for a certain wolf had already thoroughly occupied her lips, not even letting her produce a single complete syllable of defense.
"Wan'er, Young Marquis Shen meant well. Do not be ungrateful." Qu You frowned, seemingly unable to watch any longer as she spoke up for Shen Yan.
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Well, anyone who had suffered such a massive blow would have a heart as dead as ashes, devoid of all desires! Qu You nodded knowingly, followed by a profound sigh.
Back in his university days, he could earn enough for his living expenses simply by writing and doing freelance voice acting. An Zeyan was confident that with his hard work now, his income would be sufficient for him to live peacefully.
Listening to the flute music, An Mier heard a lifeless undertone within the melodious tune, as if conveying the inner world of the flute's master to the listeners.
Fu Hengzhi was left behind looking bewildered—of course, provided one ignored the fleeting flash of regret in the depths of his eyes.
Among the four rows of seats, the Jiang family's section was the liveliest. It was also Nuan Nuan's first time seeing the men of the Jiang family, along with the family's matriarch, Feng Luoxue. She bore a slight resemblance to Feng Yunru, yet her demeanor was even more poised, maintaining a gentle smile throughout with the air of a mother of the nation.
"How can that do? I still need to study under the divine doctor," Qin Zhiyou said anxiously upon hearing this.
"I didn't, I'm not like that..." Jian Man felt the sorrowful realization of how feeble her explanations were. How could such a unique number possibly be dialed by mistake?
Clearly a simple gesture, yet performed by him, every movement radiated the aura of a noble young lord. Just looking at him was a feast for the eyes; such a person seemed naturally born to dwell within an immaculate palace rather than this clamorous bar.
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