Chapter 53: Husband!

"Ye Xiu, are you planning to take him away now?" Ye Xiu was taken aback, not quite grasping what Chen Fan intended. Still, he nodded.
"Yes, Mad Dragon. He'll be brought back for judgment."
"We'll see who in the Dark World he's colluding with."

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When he approached the madman, Doctor Pan didn't immediately feel his pulse, check his eyes, or examine his tongue. Instead, he first focused on the madman's hands.
Hong Meiling wasn't particularly forceful by nature, but Melissa had simply encountered a Hong Meiling who was forced into being strong.
Upon hearing this, all the great officials of the Song Dynasty in the hall turned their eyes to Letian, their gazes brimming with envy. Yet, faced with such imperial favor, there was nothing they could do but envy in vain.
It wasn't just Ziyun Fate—everyone from the Celestial Burial was overwhelmingly powerful. They exuded the aura of true strength; even when not deliberately releasing it, their mere presence was terrifying to those of lesser ability.
Later, Su Qianqian also asked the master for help. The master was powerless as well. No one knew if the monster was truly formidable, but it had deliberately used a treasure to conceal its aura and mask its movements.

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"Then let her stay," Lin Lanruo said, not bothering to argue. She raised her hand and patted Duan Bingqing on the shoulder.
What shocked Okazaki Meme the most was... the "First Generation Lady" mentioned by Miyanohara Misae—the First Hakurei.
The sound of the flute was mournful, lacking any sweetness. Only a few monotonous notes repeated, yet within them seemed to be hidden the weight of a thousand tons. Everyone who heard it felt their hearts tremble, and soon after, an infinite sorrow welled up from deep inside.
Man and sword, fused into one, without fear of barriers or walls. A beam of golden light shot forth, and Luo Chen immediately moved to meet it.
So close, yet as distant as the ends of the earth. A long silence only made the chasm between them seem even more insurmountable.
"Why are you in such a hurry? I'm explaining everything, aren't I? This computer must have been obsolete in your time. You probably can't even run it," Xu Fei said with a laugh.
In less than a month, three villages were flooded one after another. People were terrified. Taking their wives, children, and a few belongings, they fled their homes in droves.
Feng Ziyi was both angry and frustrated, hating himself for his lack of ability. As he berated himself, he suddenly noticed countless turtle-shell men hidden atop the watchtower at the corner of the wall, each with a round head, short legs, and a longbow on their back.
He hurried to try communicating with Freddy. Fortunately, the connection was already established. Through Freddy's eyes, he saw that it had already entered.
The overall physicality and feel of the Magic was better than the Lakers', which kept them behind on the scoreboard.
Fans loved nothing more than to see these rebellious young players challenge and charge at the league's seasoned All-Stars.

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That night, Xiahou Muqing was just about to fall asleep when the wind blew open the window in his room.
Seeing this, Chu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. At last, he had escaped the tragic fate he had begun simulating in prison.
He didn't pay the scar any mind; after all, if he were to fight his brother Feng Ling, he could defeat his brother in a second.
Jun Yi drew in a sharp breath. He had always traveled between Qingniu Village and the imperial capital with Jinxiu carrying him. Now, forced to journey on foot, he finally understood how arduous the road he should have taken truly was.
Even though the two of them had reached the pinnacle of the official and military ranks in Great Xia, when they were alone, their relationship always seemed to retain a trace of the innocence it once had.
Moreover, facing that powerful vengeful spirit, Dongfang Han thought that apart from annihilating it directly, there was no better solution. Yet Chang Wuyou was full of confidence, which piqued Dongfang Han's interest—he was curious to see what Chang Wuyou's method might be.
He appeared silently, his gaze sweeping steadily, hiding a hint of murderous intent within his calm demeanor, locking firmly onto Li Xiuyuan.