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The car that had collided with him flew straight off the overpass, and a deafening roar echoed in his ears.

The next moment, a scent of sweet osmanthus washed over him. Yet, besides that, there seemed to be a very, very faint sweet fragrance—not osmanthus, but a rather cloying sweetness. What could it be?

However, since most televisions back then could only receive analog signals via antennas, the available channels were quite limited.

Seeing the official travel permit stamped with a red seal, the man believed it by seventy or eighty percent. After all, this was an official document with a relatively high level of credibility.

Spiritual power continuously converged into it through his palms, making the already extremely heavy bronze-molded golden hammers weigh a truly extraordinary amount.

Guo Da subsequently came over to tell Su Xi that Zhao Qiuqiu had not consumed drugs, and asked Su Xi how to deal with the matter.

Torches blazed brightly all around. Large chunks of beef and chicken steamed with intense heat, emitting the most primal aroma of meat. The billowing white vapor, carrying a rich fragrance, drifted into the noses of the few.

Setting aside the relationship between myself and Huiwen, joining Dayun as a senior executive was indeed another major opportunity in my life.

Elder Fu smoothed his breath, swallowed a few pills meant to replenish vital energy and blood, and looked at Lin Feng with a benevolent expression.

[What, what is she trying to do? Host, can you beat her?] The system hurriedly hid behind Ye Jian's shoulder.

"My stomach was hurt by drinking alcohol, so I just need to eat more to recover properly." As I said this, I picked up another large mouthful of meat and put it into my mouth.

However, with such a large-scale infiltration, the Nationalist Government occupying Sichuan at the time could not possibly have been unaware of it. A certain degree of conflict and friction was bound to happen, and it might even have escalated into a major battle. So why was there no relevant record of it in history?

"Miracle Doctor Yu, what should we do? Do we just use our bodies to absorb some of the dark Qi?" I asked hurriedly.

I sighed and simply turned my head away, deliberately refusing to look at that massive pile of gold and silver.

I shifted my gaze to A Bang on the ground. A Bang looked as though he were already dead, his eyes wide open, his face turning iron-blue, and his body covered in knife wounds and bloodstains.

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I repeatedly consoled myself in my heart, yet I still felt uneasy. Knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep, I simply threw on a robe and got up.

"Xuanyang, do you know which Daoist priest who ascended to immortality through feather-transformation you are the reincarnation of?" Yang Chongning asked curiously.

The corners of Liu Zihuan's mouth curved upward. Speaking of Li Xuanji, his mind involuntarily pictured her countenance, imagining her resolute expression when issuing commands, and her tender, watery softness in every smile and frown.

The water on the stove boiled. I silently brewed a cup of sophora root tea and placed it beside his hand. A cool breeze drifted in through the window, and I instinctively walked over to close it.

If I ever get the chance to see a hundred miles of flower seas on the plateau, it will prove that I have found my home—what on earth does this sentence refer to? What message is it trying to convey?

Liu Cong did not hesitate either. He raised his dripping sword and, leading a dozen or so soldiers, rushed forward to provide reinforcement.

Jun Yan was not surprised to see Young Master Wan here. The most crucial part of his plan was about to begin, and it was well within his expectations for Young Master Wan to come and encourage him.

Faced with Ziming's expectant gaze, Ji Lingsheng went along with the flow. Regardless of whether she believed him or not, he said with a solemn expression, "No matter how many years pass, I will always treat the Princess as I did in the beginning."

Chen Haomu scanned the area for the flow of malicious and evil Qi, then locked his sights on the second floor and strode directly up.

Qin Yang did not mention the bombing of the cruise ship and the massacre of tourists, fearing it would frighten Xue Wantong, since those events were worlds apart from the life of an ordinary university teacher.

Xia Shiguang put aside her misgivings about Xie Shirui and picked up a piece of the other dish for herself. Before taking a bite, she felt both expectant and apprehensive. Yet, after tasting it, Xia Shiguang marveled once more.

Zhang Jing negotiated with Liu Lanyun using honeyed words: "Sister-in-law, since we've moved, Auntie invites you to come back and stay with us. In the past, we wronged you and didn't consider things thoroughly by blindly bringing a group of people over, making Sister-in-law feel as though we deliberately came to bully you."

He was in cahoots with Qin Yang. If not, as a transcendent martial artist, how could he have failed to seal Qin Yang's Dantian?

Ji Changfeng, who was cradling his beloved bitter tea, considered for a moment and said, "It should be counted as four roots." Ji Lingsheng smiled dismissively and curled his lip, saying, "Well, I suppose that makes it the worst kind. Oh well, better than having none at all." Four spiritual roots were indeed the worst among normal cultivators, so it was no wonder Ji Changfeng remained silent in response.

After dark, Ji Lingsheng returned to the building. Right now, his spiritual energy was abundant; he only lacked the realm comprehension required to advance to the Second Rest Gate. There was no need to rush—progressing step by step was the way to go.

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Qin Xifeng appeared at the right moment, bringing along a video camera and a television. Photographs could not be developed in time, but videos could be played immediately, allowing the police officers in charge of the case to watch right on the spot.

"Sister Jinlan, I have a... a somewhat personal question I'd like to ask you." Lu Zhisong felt it might be a bit abrupt.

When Jin Yu returned to his office, he noticed that Lu Zhisong's expression was quite normal, and her eyes were not even red.

However, today she had gone to her parents' place. She had taken a taxi on the way there, but on the way back, for convenience, she had driven her parents' car home.

While some netizens comforted Zhu Ying, others offered differing perspectives.

Just as she picked up an insect with her chopsticks and started retracting them toward her mouth before she could even taste it, she suddenly sensed an icy gaze.

There was no plaque hanging on the door of this office. She knocked first, and after hearing a voice from inside, she pushed the door open.

In fact, during the previous encounters, Lu Zhisong hadn't paid much attention to Officer Fan. Back then, he wore the same police uniform as the others, and she had only thought he was a bit taller than the rest.

Lin Xiyan only glanced from afar for a few moments before boarding the production crew's car with the other guests to return to the hotel.

"Dansheng, you're here." Min Xiaoying draped a white silk scarf over her shoulders and pretended to be magnanimous as she smiled at Huicai.

Time flows like water, leaving no trace. In the blink of an eye, the weather shifted from midsummer to autumn. The autumn wind now blew bleakly, trees withered and turned yellow, withered leaves danced wildly across the sky, and migratory birds flew southward. Commoners harvested the spiritual herbs they had planted and resold them to great aristocratic families to earn the Qi-gathering pills needed for cultivation.

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