Madam Liu suddenly sat up from Mu Mu’s embrace, her charming big eyes filled with panic as she looked at Mu Mu. “You... you don’t want me anymore, do you?”

The two members of the medium-sized magical families engaged in a friendly exchange with a few other wizards. They seemed very harmonious, but it was evident that they held a higher status compared to others. In the Magic Association, everyone had the same status, but varying backgrounds created this phenomenon.

Zhang Yaoyang knew that Long Tianxiang spoke the truth. Not only in the football world but many in the sports community had been caught off guard; a barbecue dinner followed by a urine test could lead to failure, and having hot pot was akin to using performance-enhancing drugs. What one ate was indeed important in China.

As they pressed forward, the sounds of magical elements clashing continuously echoed, intermingled with the attacks and shouts of the mages.

However, Gray Wolf had just learned illusion magic, and to reach the level of indistinguishability was already a remarkable feat.

Ye Yao always felt that as long as she could stay with the other party, everything else was secondary.

Surrounding the town were five tall magic towers, each emanating a strong magical fluctuation, forming a magical array that seemed to protect the village.

“There are still over two hundred thousand piculs of military rations in the city, enough to sustain our main army for more than a month. The expeditionary troops will obtain food locally, so there’s no need for our department to supply it,” Yao San pointed to a cluster of buildings at the center of the city, indicating the location of the granary. The military rations should be assured for the time being.

The tiger had not revealed its sharp fangs and claws, so it was treated as a sickly cat. Pu Shougen had also been seen as an ordinary merchant who could be easily manipulated before the massacre occurred in Quanzhou City.

Although there was a bit of distance from the Public Security Bureau’s main gate, Yue Ming could still clearly see him—Long Qian, the very same Long Qian who had just been there, now standing by the window.

After a detailed discussion, Ai Mu learned that Huo Junzhe had benefited from the collision, as the blood clot in his brain was dislodged, and he could potentially stand up again.

The sheer force created by the swinging arm was so powerful that even the wind was hard to resist, causing blood to spurt out on the spot.

Because of this, at this moment, Zhu Yingqi was already drafting a report for the General Staff in his mind. Finally, a heavy burden was lifted, and he could sleep well tonight.

“Junhao, come home after work,” a commanding voice came from the other end of the phone, belonging to Si Chenghong.

Instinctively glancing at the house behind him, he longed to rush in, hug her, kiss her, and clarify things with her.

At the Cold Group's banquet, it was not surprising that Lan Lichuan would attend. It could be excused that she rejected her husband’s invitation to accompany him, but daring to flirt with others while posing as Madam Lan was sheer folly.

The Democratic Party had always accused the Republican Party of “corrupt politics,” and judging by this situation, it seemed the Republicans would step down, as if corruption would vanish from American politics.

Yun Qixi was both amused and exasperated, hurriedly climbing up from the ground and hiding behind Shan Jingyan while shouting at Xue Er.

Having said that, his entire body transformed into a bolt of black lightning, shooting toward the magnificent tornado in the blink of an eye.

Of course, in this world, those who practiced martial arts without seeking the path were unaware of the complex nature of the world. It was impossible for everyone to reach an invincible level like Long Wu; nearly all were just ordinary martial artists.

Wei Zijie did not shy away from speaking his mind. At this moment, concealment and deception equated to betrayal.

“What on earth happened to make you so troubled?” Upon seeing his expression, Hua Ruyan showed curiosity and surprise on her face.

The shape was somewhat different from what was currently used. The handle was short, the shovel body particularly thin and cylindrical in shape.

It seemed that upon hearing Qin Chuan’s thoughts, the bubble began to crack. One crack appeared, followed by another, and then countless cracks emerged until the entire bubble was filled with them. Suddenly, it burst with a loud pop.

“Hmph, let’s see where you run this time.” It seemed that the attack from the foreskin had disturbed the evil spirit, revealing its form as a cloud of black mist appeared at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

Unable to suppress the fury in his heart, Meng Qi raised his right hand, the veins on his fist bulging as he struck toward the shadow with lightning speed, not wasting any time on embellishment.

Five jin of beef, three jin of mutton, and two jin of dog meat, along with two large plates of dishes and six steamed buns, were devoured in one breath.

The Chi Kui Seven Sons sensed the situation was unfavorable and shouted in anger, wanting to charge forward. Unfortunately, the Taoist boy’s attack power was astonishing, and breaking through his defense was impossible.

Knowing the truth, the words I just said clearly became unreasonable. This was not the time to make trouble and take the initiative to admit wrongs. In crucial matters, even if I was wrong, I couldn’t back down and let him bully me in the future.

“Got it, big brother. I won’t eat recklessly,” Lu Xiang’er smiled sweetly at Lu Hong but did not say the latter half of her sentence: I won’t eat recklessly; I will eat meaningfully.

At that moment, a knock came from outside the door. Toyota Koji looked at Chen Langya, who nodded in response.

“That’s more like it. You must remember at all times that you are the most beloved princess of the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty.” The majestic Yang Fei saw Princess Jingrou’s demeanor and immediately softened her previously stern expression. She even patted the soft couch beside her, beckoning Princess Jingrou to come over.

As soon as she finished speaking, a sudden gust of night wind burst through the door, and the only flickering candle nearly extinguished.

In many places, countless magical hourglasses were slowly and steadily pouring down golden sand, each grain feeling exceptionally heavy.

Compared to the grand ceremony welcoming Watergate last time, the current scene could not simply be described as cold. If you called this “cold,” what would you call “pitiful”?

TL NOTE: Please don't skimp on the stars for the translation - I'd really like to see how far Leon goes and how far we can increase the number of chapters. Thanks~!

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